DIMINISHING PROPORTIONS-:-
significant
functional
objectives
foregrounded
everyday
in SORROWS&TRIALS
isolated
separate
confined
resigned
experiences
of REMINDERS
blossoming
eloquent
sensitive
hinted
promise
WINTER’S BREATH IS A LAW OF CONSTANT PROPORTIONS
Dead the winter colors bland, non-conforming;
Winters colors bleak yet told brown, tan, and gold,
Deaden blanks the washed out colors alluring!
All things prominence dull passion so miss scold;
Marking the times dead comes and goes maturing;
O’ sleep nature’s vision winters pictures mold;
Forming still, presents of picture quest portions!
Death life seasons law of constant proportions!
2/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
stuck in the eye of the hurricane
in eerie slow motion
while at helter skelter speed
unforgivingly relentless
deliberate its devastation
overnight
the shock sinks in
a silence shuddering
seeping to every depths
of days numbered
uttering its new reality
left shaken to its very core
the aftermath inconceivable
global extermination averted
or likely just delayed
AP: 1st place 2021
epidemic proportioning performing pain
playing potential has persons precisely provide
Pains of pangs of probabilities what sound like be denied.
5/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Epic Proportions of Poems
While often writing and am here waiting
And my mind often has been hesitating
Which subject should be the very best?
People will like and no one does detest.
Why won't poets many comments make
That can cause pain with much heartache
Worry about subject soon to be chosen
Placing proper emphasis on their closing.
There are poets who prefer the profane
And this to many may be quite mundane
Off record and wall pulled from thin air
Who often won't give a and don't care.
Poet bruised by poem needs an antiseptic
When producing a proportion that is epic
As each poem will start paving the way
And prepared for what to write and say.
Poetic pace may slow as progress decreases
And can only remember bits and pieces
So if shiver up spine poem starts to send
This is what you did intend in the end.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Synthesis to whole
crystallization process
body,mind and soul...
From the first instant
my eyes laid bare
circled and squared
at the feet
of a Vitruvian man,
the one uniqueness
in my possession,
I was lust to your loins
as images permeated
and shivered my thighs,
I felt a rising veracity
to savour the tang of you
longing to rip your Levi’s
into little streamers and hang them
from my window,
while tieing your Johnny Rebs
to my planter box,
the world would know
you were mine
I became the seductress
you could not resist
relentless,
designing schemes
so Machiavellian,
Lector would
have been impressed
and helped
shameless in my pursuit
pulling out all stops
I acted unaffected,
but the sight of your length
made me drool
my first tell
finally,
the maelstrom
churning my gut
my hunger,
gave me away
under the slick
of your hands,
my body arched
addicted to the textures
and plains,
mania seized all good sense
I writhed as you rocked,
by the time your hands
released my breasts,
I was howling my release
a wildcat thrashed to frenzy
my tricksters hand called
and beaten by a pro
who could have guessed?
ME!
aced by the hand of a machinehead
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