"Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal."
Rabindranath Tagore
Soul seeks splendor, sweetly sent stream.
Destiny delivers drab dismal dream.
Dictating, dawn's dew delight.
Raptures reminisce rivalled respite.
Flowers forever freed.
Sycamore scents send somber seed.
Supreme silence, so softly swept.
Vain tears
they seep in
silent streams
lurk darkly
behind
a repressed
shadowy wail
taunt or tease
fond veils
torn and tattered
seldom worn
visibly
of dull
wistfulness
oe’r silver
passage
or faux gold
bridge
whose
wobbly link
to halcyon
august days
putative ring
mere hollow
bell toll
purported peal
a shallow chime
vanishing vapour
of hazy clang
nocturnal raptures
of mythic maze
bagatelle vacuous
chimera amplified
by skewed perspective
tangents rimmed
by fantasy
Settled to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
While seconds send raptures as I gaze all alone.
When day melts into night, a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, it softly nears twilight.
The soft gentle perfume of wafts nature's cologne.
The horizon creates a radiance so bright.
This magic captured with a deepest ruby hue.
The artist's kaleidoscope of warm colors shown,
Detailing exquisite soft crimsons etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of light.
Brilliant tapestries nature has carefully sewn.
Heavily embossed across the sky, birds in flight.
Now sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispering breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Nestled snugly, caressed by joy I've never known.
Evokes aromatic bursts, earthy by intent.
I'm falling into a sensual place,
with the most alluring look on my face.
What tender, powerful feelings enthrall,
while immersed in passion I have it all.
Dark mirrors of the soul whisper soft things.
Warm fantasies fly as hearts dance and sing.
Fingertips contour ev'ry wanton zone,
placing two lovers atop passion’s throne.
Their bodies’ mesh, like oiled serpents entwine;
melting into this universe sublime.
Bodies gesture wild, voices moan and sigh;
raptures erupt as intense pleasures cry.
Lover's minds languish on Paradise gained;
blissful impressions are all that remain.
Filled with the power of love’s magic touch;
lost in emotions that are craved so much.
Embracing sweet memories gently made,
that dance in two souls and never shall fade.
There’s no better place for my heart to fly,
than to her caress that sends me so high.
A glimpse at romance I’m given today;
what my eyes behold takes my breath away.
“Morning Arrives”
Touch is elusive.
I cup my hands
around your light -
the golden ethereal
glistens against my skin.
Morning raptures
ascend from deep inside,
hard-pressed to the mirror's edge,
the Ocean surges within;
jade windows open wide,
the ghost soul slips out
through the unlocked
rosy door of sighs,
into the sensual blue
of you.
The voyeur reflections
of watching original sin
taste like sunshine
burning alive within;
Morning arrives.
Possession begins.
Candide Diderot. ‘26
Painting…
spotlight
The Christ
yellow
fellow
maidens
fade in
peasants
presence
The cross
embossed (INIR)
Color…
ochre
stroker
orange
for tinge
cobalt
blue thought
Symbol…
arose
God chose
vital
idol
Surface…
canvas
grandness
captures
raptures
Technique…
dual
rurals
movement
Pont-Aven
brush stroke
unbroke
outlined
confined
patterns
lanterns (verb)
flat planes
Gauguin’s
fantastical
raptures
in
enriched
feelings
satisfaction
suggested
by
pleasing
effects
genuine
romance
experienced
foretaste
of
the
anticipated
expectations
of
shapes
delineated
&
reflections
recalled
Forgotten memories;
Abated distant dreams;
How do you know?
You’re a gathering soul;
Quiet mouths spoken whispers;
Enraged emotions atop the raptures;
Where do you go for peace?
When war is all that’s released
Remembering feelings;
Caught up in ourselves;
Mind keeps racing and reeling;
We're all caught up out of breath;
Remember
Awaken
Knowledge
Spirits core
Forgotten memories;
Abated distant dreams;
How do you know?
You’re a gathering soul;
07/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Sunshine soul resonating joyful vibrations
In a key of kindness, modulated by mirth,
With chords of joy, arranged in light,
And a symphony of smiles—
I approach my day.
Laughter echoes and resonates warmth,
In a cadence of contentment.
My soul is tuned to joy, lilting with laughter
And soft choruses of delight.
I welcome my day.
Serenity in symphony with bliss
In cascades of jubilant chorus
Of modulated merriment, cadenced glee
And overtures of ecstasy
I receive my day
Raptures rhapsody infused by zest
In a hush, a solaced timbre sings
An aria of elation, euphony in rapture
And harmony of heart
I embrace my day
Some flowers bloom well into twilight,
moonlight mesmerizes them,
leads them into dreams of distant dawns.
The velvet drapes of summer
do not offend them,
rather they entice
as they bathe
within deeply tidal lullabies.
Gently the blossoms succumb,
gentle is the soft enfolding.
A warmed and darkening air descends
to couple with the intimate scents
of floral favors, perfumes that linger
upon wafts of intimacy.
all hidden by sequestering shadows,
an efflorescence is shared
within a sanctuary of confidential pleasures,
raptures far from
the harsh dazzle of daylights
prying gaze.
The big of me is inside Him, Jupiter
Raging sun fiery form phoenix blaze burn
Jupiter
Raptures embraces out of time
Stands amongst and over man
Never to be accomplished nor battled
The big of me is HIM
The big of me in side her is, me
Jupiter
A mass a seed planter emplacing
Covering herself as she receives me
Bearing fruits of the grand Loaner
The big of me is HIM
The big of me inside of me is Elohim
I am inside Him, Him in me
Jupiter
Raptures embraces out of time
Stands amongst and over man
Every one woman, boy, girl
Never to be accomplished nor battled not of this world
The big of me is HIM
I whom the big of me inside of me is
11/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Your echoes reach me
though they travel from afar,
over oceans and vast mountains,
no matter where you are.
Oh how I long to linger
in their warm embrace,
caught up in the raptures,
seeking visions of your face.
So in dreams I go searching,
to claim what I so miss,
the comfort of your body,
the hunger of your kiss.
The sweet sound of your voice,
The echo of your sighs,
How I long to hear it again,
And to look deep into your eyes.
The memories of your loving
are etched on me inside,
stirring up sensations,
from the passion of your ride.
Oh how I long to taste you,
to return to ecstasy,
to calm this raging storm,
and quench this need in me.
He tried
but for him
speech did not
come easily,
the parrot had a stutter
starting with a sputter --
tripped over
every third word
sounding quite absurd
the clipped-wing bird;
his flight, as well,
a jump and a fell --
a monumental flop,
every spring
followed by a plop...
and Boots, the penthouse cat
a bit of a louse
absent a mouse
terrorizes Carrot~ the penthouse
parrot --
poor Boots, dreams of woods
feline hunts and captures
kept from the wild
chooses poor Carrot
for his daily, stalking raptures --
I am out now dangling
But you leave me hanging
Holding on to nothing
Wishing to hold on to you
Wanting and awaiting
Your touch once more
Your absence has been
Too long for my taking
I am out now
It is me I would
Like to give to you
Not just some small fragment
Of my being essential only to the
Level of your selfish indulges
I am out now
Take hold of me and penetrate my mind
Subdue my body with the raptures
Of yesterday's forgotten dreams
Persuade me with the sweet nothings
Caress me with empty promises
You dare to whisper in my ear
Lift my soul with the truth of
Your lies that you want me to believe
As you knew it to be
When we became as one
Give to me all of you
If just for one more night
And if perchance
We shall meet in the sun
Let only our smile tell
Deep blood red orange cloud’s,
ethereal dream float,
satin wind carrier of luscious mint,
green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues random loitering,
between gray peeled branches,
chirpy echo squeak,
from red-wing blackbird,
a fragile wafer tin threshold,
golden stream gurgle,
under marsh reeds,
evanescent saline grain haze,
azure ocean tide aroused,
from still wave slumber,
clamshell pearl strewn oyster,
oddments interspersed,
on pockmark sandstone beach,
iridescent canopy of nature trail,
awaits the first blush pilgrim,
who revels in luscious glimpses,
and sumptuous earworm madrigal,
a tantalizing world so close,
glad tiding raptures,
from the camper awakened,
coffee caper bean whiff aromatic,
quencher of dust road harsh throat,
splatter free rapeseed oil,
daub on an iron pan,
wild howl from prehistoric wolf,
so quaint in its primal sweep,
hair-raising backdrop to stir fry meal,
tinplate dollop sated hunger
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