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Just Harrys Way

Aldham man Harry
In poetry tarried, stilting or lilting
Did thrust, and parry,  worthy Harry 
Western Aus, he claimed was good
Yet sadness tore three years away
Under the fierce sun, a darkness stood
Palling people faces of fear huddle.
And reasoning why how what here?
He'd faced it all, he'd caught some pain.'
Yet he'd get around it and begin again
He's forged some friendships, tightened
Some bonds, shared his thoughts and
Wisdom, as we were going along
Quite a charactér outstanding mate.'
Good memories and laughter he did
Did permeate; display, by God he was
Gifted,  yet he was low key..Just Harry's
Way.' Thats how he came across to me..

Sleepless

A raw quiet
stretches like a membrane
across the night.
Pulled tight it waits to amplify
the slightest sound.
Each passing minute dials up
the volume of a nerve
strung to snare
the powdery whispers of a moth
or the faint ticking wheezed
out of an old wristwatch
kept beside the bed.
Others sneak the outskirts,
undeciphered, just out of reach
of being named.

Then in time
thoughts take over
and chatter in an aimless
dialogue of the brain.
The past is replayed
again and again
in regrets or unhealed shame
or bent to shape
itself another way as if
a choice was had
to change what happened
into what should have been.
Or the mind stammers, afraid,
paused on the lip
of what's to come,
a dull dread
of something unshaped
palling over the days ahead,
or plucks some planned event
for it to fill
with imagined pleasure
of what might be.

A distant siren
tunnels the dark
with its urgent wail
then thins to silence.
Unease lingers in its wake
and slowly tightens
until all distills 
to just the sound
of a muffled pulse
beating in the chambers
of an ear.
One day it will stop.

More- Songs-Poems

When
I
thought
of

more
You promised less
You warned me about my mentor

My co-collaborator

More
The principal patient palling
Do you like score?
You closed the book

More
notes more pitch
Paraphrasing did I mention
In my mind there stepped a shorter song

I crave the pop, primal poem
Less
I discovered the footnotes
It threw its ghost against the sidebars

I heard an even, steeper singing
As of someone gently slinging, slinging
The ripping rating refraining, more, more, more

The slice of melodies whispering to me
 never abstaining less
What could there be more purely entertaining?

I crave the more than, melodious motivator
I write this poem, this song I am saying
More

 
 2/9/21                      
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Without You

Without you I’m an incomplete circle
A divided square, rectangular, unequal
Loosing shape, my fall has no impact
Burning out in the atmosphere like a comet

Undead, I’m brittle in the sun
Palling without my medicine
A buffoon without my Whitherspoon
Scared of the moon, a cartoon

I walk unevenly, off balance
A laughing stock without any defence
An empty wine glass on display
A smoking cigar without an ashtray 

Bitter all my life like vinegar
A creature of bad habits, a voyageur
Trivial to the best of my knowledge
A block of ice in an empty fridge

A Glint From Her, Lovely, Midnight Eyes

A flicker of light from each eye
Radiant blink of blue-winged firefly
Blipping waves of stardust amplify
Transitory illusions of grandeur apply
Dark shadows with fluttering beams vie
Only telepathic conduit mind's eye espies
Aesthetic appeal lingering memory ties
To the surreal, iris vent in cloudy skies
On short, pulsing wavelengths hope relies
Yet, the palling veil of dusk heavily sighs
And pale, pallid lids sing a sleepy lullaby
Cooling streams of air distance verifies
Still reaching for lurid streams, now dry
But only touching stale trail of Bottle fly
My dilated pupils, welling with silted dreams, cry

Twin Towers: September 11, 2001

Monotonous keyboards clicking
Redundant clocks ticking
Phones ringing, elevator doors swinging
Coffee pots brewing, vending machines spewing
Insouciant workers, carefree shirkers loitering
Clerks, secretaries previewing, managers reviewing
Visitors on stairs, in lobby chairs, lines queuing
Fate's dissonant chords o'er content hordes teeming
From Crescent's waning moon, spell of doom flinging
Across availing sky, a wailing strain is stringing
A portentous raven o'er torrentous swells winging
To his charted course, a venal force with guile clinging
Feral beast an imminent peril to prey quickly bringing
On the ethereal cusp perching, for crown jewel searching
Swooping down with force, beams from foundation divorce
Death's shadow in dust o'er screaming remnants streaming
Night's, palling darkness Day's ordained glint stalling

Jack O' Lantern's Hallowed Eve

Jack O' Lantern jeers through 
molten screen
With fiery eyes and a fifth sense 
so keen
Masked goblins saunter in shadows 
unseen
Wily Jack swills jade folds with 
florescent stream
Billowing ghosts in phosphorescent, 
satin mantles teem
Stolid Jack bathes in Hoary Frost's 
velvety Vanilla Bean
Gaunt Scarecrow from barren field 
garnishes Per Diem
While gilded Jack siphons his rich, 
mellow meringue
Black-caped witch casts spells 
hinterland residual to glean
Domesticated Jack scans hearth 
skimming every melancholy dream
Rabid bats swarm o'er stinging 
insects with stealthy sheen
Endearing Jack charms fluttering 
moths with radiant gleam
Bleary-eyed werewolves' curdling 
howls seep through each woody 
seam
Spry Jack o'er quilted courtyard 
flutters his palling requiem
Creeping ghouls seek spilt warmth 
to redeem
Jilting Jack singes their hems with a 
boiling steam

Love's Last Reflection

State of our endeared union to appraise
Day dreamers shadowed by palling haze
Lover's moon now in the waning phase
Mercurial waves bristle on the surface
Detached planets spinning into malaise
Your satin sheen; melancholy shield doth glaze
Pale, fluttering beams my floundering libido chase
Once silted dunes, you spindled into cratered maze
Taut, lubed curves inflated pockets now encase
On your spent years my jaded eyes do gaze
One last glimpse Time's sterling mantle to efface
Then with penitent tears your tenured lease will erase

Dusk's Gilded Seams

Darker seams regally gleam
Sea's turquoise waves glow
Tanned bodies in shadows bask
Neon boards surf strew
Mercurial strobe
Sky's coppertone beams hover
Moon's palling pale globe



Wonder of Dusk contest
October 3, 2012
Stephen Parker

Sunset

Gilded parasol on horizon's edge twirling
Twilight's lamp shade dying embers swirling
Sun's spent beams with embroidered frills quilting
Patchwork of tinctured gases simmering
Deep red, burnt orange ridges brimming
Violet, creme pastels periphery fringing
Dusk's opaque veil with palling shadows dimming

Forsaken Soul Serenaded

Quintain of: sorrow, despair, agony, misery, lament scoring 
pain
Dolesome drum o'er jaded psyche taps a dark, palling 
refrain
Hamstrung harp bridled soul with dissonant chords 
enchain
Shrill flute a dreary, eerie melody wafts o'er drifting 
swain
Melancholy tenor of wailing violin doth all availing hope 
drain

Night Texting

Night bristling
Eerie breezes whistling
Frothy fog swirls its bleary balloon

Enchanting moon over palling parade doth swoon
Each, twinkling star spews vice from bewitching spittoon

Animated shadows minds vexing
Stealthy sprights hearts hexing
Night texting

Sundance Kid

Sundance kid standing astride the darkened clouds
Freckles palling her lineless face,
She is a hero, in her cranium the goddess bows.
Down on earth she is out of place,
The clouds are standardized above our heads,
You think you feel and love but she 
Will keep smiling
Till your grey in the face.

Smut

Never in a rush
Keeps his meow on the hush
King of his ground
Never backs down to any hound

Smut Scarface Casanova bwana stealth of a great lion. A relaxed and gentle lover Miss Kitty 
purrs a sweet sexy song when king of the junk yard pride saunters along her way.
Other toms walk a wide path around the fearsome fighter. Despite his street wise charm
And cool airs he’s a man’s man and a gunsmith assistant. Always at the ready for a great
hunt or just palling around.
He doesn’t like to be pranked yet he’s quick to reciprocate a prank given the chance.
Address the grey aged cat with all due respect and a food offering to cheer his kind soul.
He lived his life his own way and died his own way in peaceful slumber hidden warmly among 
the oak leaves.
True friends are hard to find and harder to replace. Smut the grey Russian blue will forever live in 
our minds fondly.

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