Did not wish to love another,
To turn on this brother,
Platonic now, or lover,
Thinking of him under cover,
Should I hurl fat bloomers,
Passing by, his zoomers,
Each has a fantasy,
Would joyboy love old me?
He smiles and waves,.
Blows kisses I save,
Time takes care of stuff,
Can't love him enough,
So unexpectedly,
Open-ended booty!
Categories:
open ended, appreciation, fantasy, fun, love,
Form: Rhyme
an
enigmatic
esoteric
experimental
process
with
innate
distilled
satisfaction
intricate
tangents
of chaotic
immediacy
ennounced
an
essence
of
abstract
phenomena
of vagueness
In
an open-ended
happening
of concepts
& fragments
in perplexing
characterisation
Categories:
open ended, literature,
Form: Ekphrasis
monotonous
pulsating
perceptions
of
formal
coherence
in
open-ended
fantastical
fragments
in
the hinterlands
of
ambivalence
gaps
hiatus
lacunae
errors
&contradictons
discarded
then
restored
an eclectic
mystery
of
ongoing
scepticism
faded
in
a surfeit
of
analogy
Categories:
open ended, word play,
Form: Verse
what is a hope
if not the most desperately fervent
wish of a man— a dream so deeply
staining the edges of reality
a hope lies dormant in my belly
sleeping like a dragon curled
on the hoard of my desire
breath like smoke wafting
past my eyes and up my spine
tinting my retinas; seeping into my brain
it fires my neutrons and my body says,
why not try again
the days spent in despair— the people
who jeer— the coffee stains and
splashed puddles and fumbled papers—
i hope to hate them a little less tomorrow
in this suffocating swirling world
my hope-stained eyes see
a new dawn a new day
a light at the end of my tunnel
even cold wind warms my face;
around me bustles with life,
sun seeping through the cracks
waking up my slumbering hope
today will be different. today will be good
today, a day i’m living for the first time
i have a hope, wide awake in my core
it tells me, it will all be okay
Categories:
open ended, allegory, appreciation, cheer up,
Form: Free verse
Beside the breathless petting,
love is a wonder timeless --
in loin with club
I can see the pounding extended
fierce yet open ended
room for tenderness and caring
beyond the physical sharing
touch is a mystery overbearing
the feel of a lively other
all not silk
also sandpaper
we rub the nature raw
finding depth as we soar
meet me in the Rapture
both near and mystically afar
together we travel
only when magnetically entangled
are we are --
Categories:
open ended, desire, emotions, feelings, humanity,
Form: Free verse
a discourse
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
Categories:
open ended, word play,
Form: Free verse
zillions-
amounts beyond
our imagination
like the depth of infinity-
worthless
zillions-
open-ended
eluding summation
endless quantities revealing
nothing
Categories:
open ended, allusion, imagery, symbolism, word
Form: Cinquain
That driving force
that is ink for the well,
this compulsion to compel,
to tell a thing
until it rings in the brain.
Again and again
we sew a quilted cloth,
construe it thread by thread
until what is said
becomes a scaffold
to hang words upon.
A placeless place
where night seeing bats
seek out the heat of
hidden meanings.
There within an open ended parable
both poet and reader
decipher and construct anew
to make a sense, or a reasoned view
of the unintelligible.
Categories:
open ended, poetry,
Form: Free verse
This poem is; an open-ended rhyme to myself;
In an emergency; break the glass, to save thine self
I've seen more than anyone should have to; but my eyes have more to give
They can't take; what you can will through, if you believe in the need to live
I'll be there for you; caring and true, my promises are walls; no sieve,
My devotion; not all that I give to you; defeat, I will outlive
Categories:
open ended, confidence, growth, philosophy, self,
Form: Free verse
The Little Girl's Garden
A finagle of young fairies with colors red, green, yellow, indigo, white and orange with glittering wings are playing in a garden very close to an old house door.
Two hours later, they saw a little girl coming out of the house, holding a rubber ducky on her way to the garden. They are observing the girl as their playing is interrupted.
The little girl felt something strange about the garden because all of her toys that she left there two days ago are not scattered. She recalled arranging them in line. She just presumed it could be the strong winds that swayed them or a small animal may have played with her toys. So she collected all her toys and arranged them in one line again. She put her rubber ducky at the end of the line. And then she left the garden.
Four of the six fairies are staring at the other two -- giggling. They are the ones who scrambled the young girl's toys.
Categories:
open ended, girl,
Form: Prose
POETICS in PROGRESS
a discourse we don
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
Categories:
open ended, poetry, word play, words,
Form: Free verse
Eighty-five
Eighty-three-
we're so blessed.
Three aged kids
five grown grands
two small greats.*
Pray we stay
well- to watch
our babes grow.
January 27, 2023
Contest: Tricube Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Rules: 3 lines in each stanza, 3 syllables per line
Leave the reader with questions
and/or open-ended thoughts.
*Third great-grandchild due this coming June!
Categories:
open ended, hope, love, prayer,
Form: Other
DEDICATIONS
complex
patterns
a
dedicated
resource
to
provide
insight
&creative vision
ever-shifting
in
literary
convention
expedient
discourse
made manifest
in
an
open ended
speculation
of
meditativeof
thought
a
substantive
unity
of
ineffablea
truths
preserved
in
an
elaborate
detailing
mores
steeped
by
fracta
raggedness
interrupts
this
itinerary
with
an
improvised
response
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
open ended, poetry,
Form: Other
You may never know
Why that recruiter never had a job
Not for him, not for me.
He was a wide-eyed blue
And end of a story plot
As we need bodies in open ended doors
Barefooted writers and bold writers too.
Where you may never know the next platoon
Bermuda triangle or a mere emotional trap, in a day light saving zone !
Categories:
open ended, eve,
Form: Free verse
Functional delusion heart eyes blinded
I cannot see open-ended
Pungent Whispers proactively craving recourse
Emotions sauntered Amber proud divorce what choice Mirage fanciness rhythmatically benevolent
the heart speaks Teteatete Teteatete
I humble myself get out of myself righteous
Covenant minded sealed in life force breath
Rainbow promises you enlist
AGAPE love to be buy your kiss
Breath blowing life you enlist talk to me fervently such
Allow me just to portion of your touch
My heart faces yours Lord my heart speaks
Tell it hey tell it to me speaks beatings
BLESSED in mind soul so entreating
My heart language private only for me and you Lord
You know my hearts all my spirit and my soul
Hearts language man knows not it's Essence
I love your presence as my heart my soul speaks holiday Father my heart speaks to you alone
Between us two we converse
FACE to FACE we relate
Teteatete
1015/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr (c)2022
Categories:
open ended, beautiful, devotion, god, humanity,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
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