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SEASONS SUMMER WORKING AUTUMN ANTS-

Solely the summer’s heat dissipates,
Temperatures at night cooling daily;
The promises of the ants to gather,
Gatherings awaits the time that so last
Tunneling burrows interphases space;
 Burrowing systems of storage down, down,
 down, down, down, burrowing storing livelihood;
Pasting all climate changes summer speaks
 To fall amidst the season flow floating;
 Flowing as summer turns to fall labor works
As the ants travel working autumns rush;
 As the ants pack up preseason storage;
Rushing for soon summer’s autumn turns to winter call
As the ants pack up preseason storage
To fall amidst the season flow floating
Ant’s tunnels ready to hibernate food

As the ants pack up preseason storage ;

9/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Maybe It Is Nonsense

My thoughts seek companionship in substance
Substance of the five senses, yes 
But mostly of conscience

Isn’t it torture to go on and on, days across
Pasting social norms over truth
Constantly barely pulling order out of chaos

Can we be serious and real
Or is it just me, or circumstance
To want to not try to feel
Fake

I witness so many shallow laughs
Thinking, save your breath, what’s so funny
Your miraculous brain isn’t such a dummy

I struggle to gasp
When the situation calls for it 
but really I’m stronger and would need more of a rasp

Don’t want to seem numbed and awkward
But lately thinking it’s okay, even Zen
To not have to be another clucking hen,
 trying for the “don’t ruffle my feathers” award

I Can Not Find the Words

I can't find the words,
And even if I could, would there be enough words,
To describe, 
To my scribe.
What I feel when I look at the news on my computer,
Before I become a commuter,
And find picture after picture
Pasted by reporters who need a lecture,
On how the reader can make sense,
When there seems to be no sense,
In pasting a picture that is totally unrelated
To the words in the story that is featured.

In my lecture I would be saying to these modern reporters,
And the editors,
To whom they are reporting,
Too many pictures you are importing,
At the expense of good reporting.

My heart goes out to those tasked with deciding,
Who gets an award for best reporting.
The only advice I can give them is to put their blinkers on,
As, with the pictures all gone,
They may find the list of reporters who can report, quite short,
And those whom to pictures, often resort,
Will find it less rewarding,
And we may see more words appearing,
With the odd picture we can see, as belonging.

Reading Between the Pixels

A photograph may look cute, 
And lead us to prosecute,
But if you want my advice, 
Literacy to the truth will help us advance,
With questions to entice
Us to read between the lines,
And look between the pixels.

If we want productivity to rise,
We cannot look at a picture and surmise.

If we want productivity to rise,
Only literacy will make us wise,
To the time we are wasting,
With all the pictures we are pasting,
With no room for words that should be informing.

Sun Sets

SUN SETS  
  
        Simmering Setting Sun scattering squashy rays kissing horizon
        flashing golden glow on sapphire sky to blush      
        pasting soft shy patches in crimson hue
         in zest and zeal with zephyr brush.

         Sun sets and spreads displays spectacular rays !
         Fantastic pictures shown on sky album.
         Drastic dispersion in queue of rays at random !
         Setting Sun rays in sober style
         get reflected, refracted, diffracted 
         to paint on canvas of sky in multicolour patterns.
       
         Weary bird to fly towards nest in slow moving dusk
         Whimsy torn clouds welcoming eve on dusty mask.
          Serene Sun bids bye, bows to sky.
         Tranquil twilight turns pale periwinkle.
          Hazy halcyon horizon in indigo border line.
         Sublime solitude stepping soft following  sundown.

Rainbow Nursery Rhyme

RAINBOW 

   
         Through raindrops Sun rays at random
          split in seven hues of spectrum
          and pasting on the  sky album.

          Seven colours shine in rainbow.
          Violet : Innermost arch to glow.
          Then glazes the strip Indigo.

          Next comes Blue bow followed by Green,
          completing blue part , clean as seen.

           Then Yellow hue gives golden touch
             on the position of fifth arch.
             Orange bow comes sixth : Brilliant !
             Merges to Red arch, radiant .
            Last three strips show red part, vibrant.

             Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green ,Yellow, Red :
             Term VIBGYOR  as initials carried.
             Sequence of Rainbow colours, as said.


 05/27/23

Lost Love Pasting In the Night-

It was supposed to be true love
so it was
I shared with you an enduring love
Somewhat
I would have made love to last evermore
~
It was supposed to be true love for sure
but our love was just a broken dream
it cuts me more than you could ever know, ever have seen
it cuts me truly as a knife
we are now just two lonely bodies crossing paths in the night

4/6/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

With a Flowing Hand

It’s time to write of unnecessary things,
to imagine alternative endings to journeys not taken.

It’s time to write of bits of string,
one small fake discolored Swiss Army knife,
a lucky pebble that has brought me nothing but its own
preordained boredom.
However, string, knife, and stone
have had nothing good to say about me for years.

I could write of more back-of-the-draw stuff,
or redraw the landscape of my youth
snipping and pasting-in a cast of characters
that never existed,
for it is still true that every tale
needs to be repainted from time to time.

For the time being, I am these hands
wrapped around a muggy mug of coffee,
these thoughts scrimshawed
        upon its unwashed rim.

Love Spectrum

LOVE SPECTRUM

          
        My love emitting amorous ray
        to split, pasting passionate spectrum
        illuminating your heart album.
       You may reciprocate or betray.
       Hardly matters !

 09/02/21

   
Re edited on 03\18\23

 A Strand Premiere  no.1200

Poem On Disk

Yo ! ,  there’s  an old floppy disk
The tunes in it will make you frisk,
The only thing is you gotta be brisk,
To let the tunes let you have whisk ,

This disk is older than a jubilee,
Listening the tunes will be glee,
You will feel like u wanna flee,
Like a caged bird was set free,

The disk have memories everlasting,
In form of photos, videos all casting,
With moments that were so blasting,
Disk is not only about copy, pasting.

Disks are not only about storage,
It is too precious for a exchange,
If it corrupts it becomes garbage,
And you will face a huge damage.

Rainbow

RAINBOW

                 Rains
                 drizzle
                 under Sun.
                 Rays disperse, split
                 in seven colors
                 pasting rainbow on sky.

                  Spectrum of Sunray shines:
                 ‘Glory of Nature’
                  Spectacular!
                  Beautiful.
                  Charming!
                  Nice.

 08/17/21

 'Merse'
 Contest by  Malabika Ray Choudhury

The Rain

Come out it's raining", 
I want to feel you and the breeze,
Just forget all diligent work,
Let me be in your arms please,

The sound of drops ,
Your fascinating soul,
I might sound absurd, 
But what I dreamed you are whole,

We were damp from the rain,
I was pasting ..you were leading,
Felt like my favourite love story,
That Someone is loudly reading,

You are my Love,
You are my inspiration to poetry,
The day my peoms turns to reality, 
that would be the best victory .

Memory Artisan

memory-the artisan
pasting collage to the mind
a slideshow of
highlights 
lowlights
blistered frames with no lights..
lives in speed of light review

a foxtrot of realist- impressionist
the mad-mad artisan
kneading frantic distortions
horrors
marbled 
with 
slivers of bliss
fun house deceptions
a lavender and piss checkered mix

good memories are nothing but escape
on a leaky life raft
bad memories are dorsal fins stripping 
the last fleck of light from waves of black

but nothing really matters but the present
that cold kelp tide that grips the chest
until its hammered back into a relief of memory

Today Is Fasting

She’s fasting today 
Not doing copying and pasting

Moisturizer Paste

They spent $7,000.00 each on high quality moisturizer paste.
They would have been more attractive pasting that money to their face.

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