a glass-like smooth of even's yawn
here I, myself, with one cob swan
trace cursive paths upon the lake
as we’re both OF the earth, not on
so sets the sun to blow its kiss
in hushed glissades of feral bliss
a surface cleaved in gentle wakes
oh surely heaven’s much like this
ol’ swan and I, we share these eves
in feathered white tuxedo sleeves
he trails me while I row the skiff -
my chaperon as daylight leaves
I think perhaps he's lonely too
prospecting for a soulmate who
will share his love of blushing skies
and parting mirrored lakes, anew
the water's darkened interludes
reflect both images and moods
the hopes we held of love this morn
now laid to bed as day concludes
but ‘fore we meet, next dusk is drawn
I’ll speak my prayer that he'll be gone
that one of us shall find true love ...
as we’re both OF the earth …
not on.
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Prospecting for gold
in a mosquito-infested ravine
The junior explorers all mighty keen
to prove their skeptics curmudgeony scolds
And sure enough, they return all gap-toothed smiles
pans overflowing with rare and precious gems
The kind prospectors turn up in sequestered mountain glens
at the bottom of creeks that twist and turn for miles
Old-timers gawk at the kids in wonder
their colored stones, all shapes and sizes
containing abundant suspicious surprises
~ Whose rock garden did these little ones plunder
Fantasies glisten. Wealth untold.
Dimly clear; seen near and afar.
Wee men; chase around pots of gold.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
She wishes; he’d only listen.
When lovers drift. They drift bizarre.
Act out; miscue the rendition.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
He utters “turn the other cheek.”
Sneakers; lacing up the crossbar.
I pray he makes it through the weak.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
Don’t let distractions go too far…
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…
But Bruce had not wanted Excavator,
Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator:
“All these awkward passions for artifacts
And choosing to celebrate old facts:
Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil
One might think one is prospecting for oil;
Forbears working on their forgotten face:
Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”.
From excavation grabbed ventilator,
Also, a machine with indicator
And soon a mansion with elevator;
Impenetrable to terminator…
Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator
The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator:
Smart, American with fine radiator…
hope
eager, perspective
promising, prospecting, wishing
desire, confidence, communion, worship
lauding, entreating, offering
hymnal, devotional
prayer
Date written: 01/10/2023
All nebulous dreams prospecting,
A hideaway in cloud atolls,
A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting,
In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture
In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled,
Sojourner stars: their lamps parole
In a distance, behind amnesic lights
Razing autumn clouds, amber hues galore!
Cloud heaths, like bosom steaming
Of shying lovers in meeting pour
Whom expectations, sunrays in flurry,
The sky makes dawn red, and Sun allures
The air, in restless breeze cavorting,
By promised things which procure
A blushful pink, on allusion's canvas,
The whimsy sky in homely warmth pleasured
Into a fecund rosiness, its secrets goaded,
Flee from shadowed swathes: staid, demure;
And where played curt poem, autumn moon;
Is a sky by the the bold and brash secured
Spring leaves swing sway with a to and fro forever breeze of present tense
abiding, while their leafless brothers remember seasons of wistful green
waverings skyward---dead limbs heap heavy onto silent past promises that
gently guided bands of birds to a soft respite--now a 'pecker's paradise of
pleasure pawned food borne endeavors, via Jack Hammer Jams on tenement trees stoic stilled, but not forgotten in their open, fulfilling residue through a giving Mother nature of things ultimate in value, living and lingering in the now and then of human exposure---all life prospecting for a near future beginning together.
CONVEYING A MESSAGE
THEY FOUND IT EASIER TO COME TO AN UNDERSTANDING
EXCEPT THEY KNEW
THAT EACH WORD SPOKEN
MEANT THE END OF THOSE YESTERDAYS THAT HAD
THEM TOGETHER
THOSE FRIENDS THEY MADE WERE NOW
PEOPLE THEY USE TO KNOW
IN A TIME THAT THEY HAD SHARED
PROSPECTING AREAS TO GAIN NEW RESPECT
WOULD ENTANGLE THEM
THEY SOUGHT BEST AND
FOUND THE
PRETENTIOUS, ARROGANT SIDE OF PEOPLE
THAT VAIN ASPECT OF NOT WANTING TO BE WRONG
AND MAKING RIGHT WHICH HAD BEEN SEEN AS WRONG
AVOIDING THEIR OPPONENTS STRENGTHS
TO EXPLOIT THEIR OPPONENTS WEAKNESS
EACH PROOF OF CONCEPT
WERE IMAGES OF AN ARTIST
THAT SAW SOMETHING
PEOPLE TO PEOPLE
PERSON TO PERSON
CONCEPT TO CONCEPT
THE INTERACTIONS OF EVERY LEVEL
FURTHERED FROM THE INTRODUCTION
WORDS FILLED IN THOSE GAPS
WERE SOUND HAD BEEN
THESE WORDS FORGED INTO PLACE BY THE
ARTISANS NEED TO JIVE
AND MERGE THESE PIECES TOGETHER
HOPE
Feelings, prayer
Feeling, prospecting, striving
Ever so eschatological
Desire. . .
6/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Much I marvelled the infecting threat;
And its eyes have all the prospecting;
While I pondered, minatory and heavyset;
The hazards came respecting;
I crave the bombastic, beastly belligerent;
And the potential never digging;
And the potentiates never adhering;
The harmonious ultimatum upholding indigents;
The prospects came clearing;
It was veering;
In there stepped adversary geochemistry;
The palate potentiality preserving;
What could there be more purely undeserving;
The means brought such sorrow;
The prospects came clearing;
It was veering;
The world is so grimacing.
~
Menacing.......
6/7/19
From Anthology “ Intermittent Praises”
Headlong into the sea of love
Down to the bottom I dove
Up out of the murky deep
Came that sparkling trove
I’ll take my chance to see below
Prospecting from the cold deep
Revealing the resident of that pod
Scrap or precious stone to keep
Handle her carefully
Watch out for the swirl
Or you’ll be keeping the oyster
And tossing the pearl
Maybe her beauty will stun me
Be it a sparkle or maybe shine
What really lies beneath it all?
Is it sand or a jewel so fine?
Prying open the calcified case
It reveals such beauty is rare
Perfection on full display
Exquisite and loveliness fair
Handle her carefully
Watch out for the swirl
Or you’ll be keeping the oyster
And tossing the pearl
INCESSANT SUMMER RAIN
In morbid humid summer heat I feign, easily drain
Prospecting for a cool, crisp meandering breeze
Conceivably, nature might spill a gentle "summer rain"
A dismal cloud generates, an inkling of relief to gratify, such a tease
Now I sit in disbelief up upon my slimy unscrupulous roof
Optimistic the local church will indeed appease the pleas
Answer the call and dutifully open its doors , "Poof "
For I live in the crippled, dripping, drowning state of Texas
Where relentless rain & Lakewood megaplex turned infectious
Positioned on my slurry roof I could swear I witnessed Neptune
Eyes ablaze, he was wearing a distinct gnarly grin
Throwing damning lightening bolts and declaring a monsoon
Rooting for the pastor, during disaster, to literally sin
Incredulous Neptune didn't anticipate people together
United would take care of brother & the chthonic weather
word count 143
Smile at her for all the worth
your shining light's projecting.
Her million miles from every land;
where hopes go on reflecting.
Her light returning to your eyes
with every thought sorecting.
As every feeling ever felt
comes back to you connecting.
Her love's inflation moving on
for dreams more on perfecting.
As things gone round come back around
to fold for your prospecting.
Angel of the odd
Made my face savaging in
mud
Water of happiness
gushed from broken
gourd
Love is giveth,hate then
defy God
With Angel Of The Odd
I sit on a cursed love
Emotional spanks finding
no end
Prospecting a white
where all is black
Selfishness she claimed of
me
With a reason of
unbattered love...
shouldn't I be?
She pays wit bruises
deeper than that of flesh
Punches that ache thy
heart
Class in synergy wit
beauty
One wit features of multi
A reason to blind for d
oddness
And appreciate d being
of dis goddess
Angel Of The Odd
Bless me with love
A revenge with
love,honesty and care
already in place
Man is his word
Mouth wears no glove
More dan 365days i set d
pace
Oh! kneels re weary
Eyes are swampy
Legs re shaking
Head is aching
Body is withered
Throat is arid
Only kisses can make it
watered
But thy HEART still beats
for u
Angel Of The Odd
Even with d death of thy
body
My love remains for u and
nobody
Atomic number seventy nine,
A precious metal that sure does shine.
Sought by many, claimed by few,
Prospecting was the thing to do.
Found and used in all forms of life,
Sealing the bond with my dear wife.
It is noble and so versatile.
Some is visible when I smile
Symbol Au, from its Latin form,
Aurum, meaning shining dawn.
Used in food, E one seven five.
Olympic aim for which to strive.
A brilliant alloy, carat by measure.
Worn by ladies, gives them pleasure.
Lots of jewellery, plenty of bling,
Some find it attractive, that’s the thing.
Given to Jesus by three wise men,
A gift to treasure now as then.
Please remember what you’ve been told,
All that glitters is not Gold.
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