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jeremiah

jeremiah

jeremiah can you see me, 
standing in the parched land 
where no cistern holds water
for none flows 
in the chambers of my own heart

jeremiah can you hear me,
foolishly digging reservoirs of emptiness 
where cracked and crumbling rock 
can hold no more than dust
and create no more than despair

jeremiah can you help me
hoping that my thirst

Parched - Mar 11

Again the well of poetry was dry,
My pail was drawing up no deep inspired
Thought or subject matter. All was dull, tired,
Stale water, no exciting trick to try. 

Once more the fountain gave me naught but sigh
And sigh of lukewarm breadth — of old expired 
Content, no fresh drop of song so desired. 
Blessed muse of

Parched Earth-2 Forms

1. Form: Free Verse/Theme: Indulgence

Singing those praises in church,
I see a vision of a parched earth.
Geosmin scent ascends;
or descends. Transference
between reality and surreality.

My mind is soaked in soil microbes,
no shower sensation in sight.

Today it might rain; or not.
Sunday, I’ll be praising in church,
whether, or not, we get relief;
but there will be comforting
amidst the suffering; or

Parched earth

A wedding celebration,
should be time for fun and joy
but we see undercurrents,
displaying fissures.

Rain - Telangana

Rain Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Placed 6th
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Upon the parched earth
Gathered clouds poured down nonstop
Boats on every road

Night Herd

Past a peaceful day out Western Trail way,
Our lowing herd settled on coarse sand bars.
We hands bunched under prancing prairie stars,
Once clean grub tins and cups were put away,

For tall yarn desserts, dance, and campfire songs.
Lit by burning buffalo chips and sage,
Our campfire blazed hot, challenging the dark,
Holding at bay the prairie wind’s chill bark.

Night

Parched Lips

Before I write a single word,
I will put on my suit of armor.

So that you wont see what's hiding,
way down deep inside of me.

Anyway,
I have so much to say.

But you're not here,
and you're so confident that I wont care.

All I have left to be,
are pieces of me on the floor.

I have so many flat words,
that

Keep Parched No Karmic Pot

Every poem penned may not get writ well,
  Some bloom, some wilt, some see not much of light,
A full moon wanting to cast silver spell,
  Dawn dawning, submits to her splendours bright.

Not all pens get to reach the depth of heart,
  Nor all of life may from a dream dreamt stem,
Some get

Three Temptations - Parched Corn In the Dry Tortugas

I saw Lucifer in starlight standing elegant and grim,
A slim, conceited bastard in his uniform and boots.
And I watched him get excited as he waved his arms and boasted,
“The world’s a prize to seize for those who have the will”
(And would I be inclined to run for office?).
I thought it over quietly, politely turned him

Parched

I remember that well
The poisoned water within
My stomach churns at the thought of its drink
It's been cleaned, or so I'm told.
I can taste its metallic memory
Involuntarily I retch
Shudder.

Can I drink blissfully again
When each glass brings suspicion of death?
Would I chose ignorance?
Is fear so unreasonable?

Shall I suffer instead my thirst?
Parched, shall I instead choose sand?
Licking the

Parched

The hippo and the crocodile, rarely bosom buddies
Tighter squeeze together as the shrinking water muddies
Some fall by the wayside as that arid river bed
Leads those that do not falter to a bitter head to head

Jostling for position in the sun’s relentless gaze
The water hole is barely damp for days and days; and days
And one by

Reservoir

Reservoir 

Filled with quiet secrets
Often hidden from our sight 
There's stillness to the surface
In depth, there's strength and might. 

People gather and are drawn to 
The impressive stature, surely
There is peace around this entity 
In spite of walls, so burly 

Made by man it may be
But a lesson lies within..
There's a sense of holy presence

Parched

She wished to be held in her lover's arms for the ink of her sword had parched.


Winner of the One Liner Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One

Parched Lilies

Who knew I'd be on the receiving end of silence?  
Searching for words, like a ghost trapped in its human house, ignorant - 
Left to wander back and forth, back and forth, forever now.. 
Bless the shadow heart, never knew it was hollowed out.

But when you were my house, i left the doors and

Parched--

I hear the crackling winds;
I see the dawn of the horizon;
Birds ever so, flying.
Alas, but what is this,
As I ponder, I wonder I wish;
Could it be fairer, yet it’s better
Spring has gone
Shall not be long when the heat of the summer heart;
Keeps are mouths, throats and bodies parched…

7/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©

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