Spring Rain Hiku 17
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rain knocks at my w s e n
a call from h e a v e n.
bricks can shed so much light on a neighbourhood
in fact much more than the windows ever could
Killing With an Epigram Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
Couplet form
04/23/22
patterns; ferns and trees
frozen shattered panes of glass
fresh etched natures art
Winter Haiku Poetry Contest, placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date wrote: 16th January 2022
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I look upon your eyes, I see a dirty glass;
A smudge dirty window to your heart;
And deep inside your throat you hurt;
You’ve consumed to much dirt;
You choke
Now in your soul, you know
And unbearable lune
You haven let go of you sins
Wash the window of your soul;
Spill up the dirt you’ve ate whole;
Deep inside your heart invoke;
Getting a repentive heart and mind not a joke;
Your eyes are dirty panes of glass to your soul;
10/19/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
There once was a house down the lane
With tattered shutters and broken window panes
They said it was haunted
But I was undaunted
I went in normal and came out insane
And old man came to answer the door
He said, "If you want to come in, are you sure?"
The man was a ghost
He said, "I'm your host"
"Welcome my friend to House Nevermore"
The house was old and a bit ruff
And I thought that I'd had enough
But the dead were doing a dance
And I thought that perchance
I'd get out there and show them my stuff
I started off dancing a two step
And wound up dancing with the mummy Amenhotep
He went on with a cough
And his arms and legs kept falling off
So I danced a dance that was more hep
I saw a beautiful woman across the floor
And I wanted to get to know her more
We danced all the night
It was love at first bite
We drank blood and danced till half past four
She said she had to have a lye in
And went downstairs to sleep in her coffin
The guests started to shout
As I made my way out
I came back for Vampira and often
The shattered panes of this brain
jagged lines and deep deep lanes
do you see the road signs? what's the way
Is it down this road? pray pray
The filters change in snapshots and shudders
Blonde highlights and soft brown color
her hearts still soft and pink in deep
It's just the outside that no longer speaks
her words are pictures to share and show
Songs and poems, tired from long long before
In a story she doesn't understand
a tall tall tower in the middle of the fields it stands
It keeps her spirit sheltered in
Where she's walked and all she's been
"But what is that?" she asks the falling stars
that glow so bright in the long dark sky
Rose petals fall in hopeless pain, glitter
Under glass the book collects dust
Where does beauty go, once it's begun to rust.
Her voice is quiet still in thick air
I don't know this story, but maybe it's still gold there
Puttied Panes
Puttied panes, encased in pink-primed steel
Watch tiny rivers wend their downward way,
While puddles form where thin green spikes reveal
A just sown lawn, where one day I may play.
New houses; salmon bricked, like some great quilt.
Stark line posts, straight as soldiers, stand erect,
All razor edged, where blood may soon be spilt
In play; and then, through life, I’ll yet reflect
Those nightmares, wrought from childhoods fragile dreams
That circumstance, in one swift move, has made.
A jagged hole lays bare the fragile seams
Of security; a mornings sun filled glade.
Another day, another shower of rain,
Distorts the past and waters down the pain.
it's somber this evening
this rain falls fast and hard
echoing like your words
against the panes of my soul
i struggle to breathe
with this weight
upon my chest
as it suffocates me
i feel lost
somewhere
between this darkness
and my dreams
hopelessly trying
to find my way back
sleep doesn't come
within a mind
that's tossed about
in the depths of thought
wondering
what caused
this storm
as it looms
over me
drowning me
in the tears
as they fall
grounded
on this pillow
more steadily
then the beat
of my own heart
Frosted window panes
hundreds of unique crystals
children scratching ice
I will remember you in the brightest sunshine!
And even better in the misty rain.
Or in the sounds of crunchy, Chicago snows.
Beneath our running lovers' feet!
I will remember you each bright time
I smell popcorn, so warm and buttery.
Oh, how you relished that treat!
Snuggling next to our first Christmas tree.
But, God took you home to His eternity.
Indeed, a better place!
Now, please hold that glistening door open?
So I will once again behold your sweet face!
September 4, 2019
Dear, Window Panes
I admire your commitment
the way you position yourself to bring out the very best in others
you hold up frailty like a tiara on a newly crowned princess
as you align yourself
strategically
paralleled with others
your placement is impeccable
so please excuse the constant stares
but I see thru you
and I understated the pain that many over look
your crosses have been mistaken as masterpieces
when really it just shows your weakness
your goal is to fit in
but others adore your uniqueness
Its cold outside, but I continue to look in
Because I've seen your facade on winters eves
and you cant mask your tears when the rainfalls so easily
your rays speak to me
Saying help you break free
Because I understand your pains of being divided unequally
behind these glass panes
here she contemplates nature
never feeling rain
the sun never warms her face
she's merely an observer
Night's breath has coalesced
upon the window pane
etched a landscape all in white
with forest, trees, and lanes.
Frosted panes, once so plain,
now graced by nighttime's sighs
lift lacy limbs toward white capped hills
below a pristine sky.
Comes the sun, the night's undone
and I can almost cry,
as night's trace is fast erased
from my weary eyes.
Day time yawns, with the dawn
as surely you've surmised
most of nighttime's beauty will
not linger once baptized.
Astonished sadness lies within her eyes,
who will see past the panes of ice,
a gasp frozen before her lips,
her shoulders cold and shake of this,
the lies, the lies, she tries to hide,
but sadness lies so clearly in those eyes
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