More often, her soul widens
farther than breaths of a moon...
and through irreverent eyes,
she saunters into the ledge of woods
past time's curfew and nobility --
a wanton stroll by this sylph
daring the commoness of old rules--
Twirling along pebbles and sand,
kindling night's liniment glorious
like the flared climb of dusk,
her wildfire spews a wanton blaze ----
fearless like some insolent woman
rising from mediocrity, burning oil
while dragonflies sleep in a lull ;
her navel radiant in the flickering,
feathering night with such
stubborn will...a maverick defying
traditional anthems of her nun's school.
Yet, this flared essence turns into warmth
as she tenderly flushes my fears at night
to hold the moon soft blue
while her arms delight in classic tunes,
cleansing my tears with hums
of ardor...and wings spread on
hope's ride divinely beaming with grace:
Mother.
Mama- light tenderly cuddles me;
each sky, each ream of grass
healing my rough, young adult soul...
Swivel
and Sparkle
and Splinter
passion will bear
Aghast
over serrated
STARSCAPES
blistering past
the past
AGONY
Scalds and
Stumbles
Destiny
flings
AJAR
seething
delirious
rumble
of a dismembered
S T A R -
Flushed in a Ream of Fire -
Redolent and
Untrue -
scorching the sky
ENTIRE
over remains of
YOU -
over charades of splendor -
over cascades of pain -
over a long-lost
Laughter
desolate and insane -
over volition
SHATTERED
into a silent scream -
over intention
SCATTERED
into a field
of seem -
over a lifeforce
blended
with a malignant lie
over a soul
upended
in an obverse reply -
Over my clutching wristbones -
over your lips of dew -
over two Haunted Heartforms
Blended and
Torn Anew - -
Vanishing passion
Clambered
Shriveled like drops
of doom
and Essence remained
Dismembered
In the Blistering light
of the moon.
Dinner was for two, a shared dessert meant to please
Exotically prepared, with apt name to tease
Across the table she’s testing, probing not too deep
The taste lights up her face, no secrets can it keep
Help me out she whispers, into action I leap
Beautiful in texture, already having regrets
Yielding to the craving, oh how willpower forgets
Cream runs soft and silky, soothing over ache
Her hands spoon me more, perhaps more than I can take
Obsession builds again, reaching layer of sponge
Caught in resistance, I choose to take the plunge
Oaths fill my mind, sugar high sets me dizzy
Lost in a chocolate maze, layers keep us busy
Angels driven outward, demons devour inside
This just-right moment’s gone too far to hide
Each dunk goes deeper, the wafers start to flake
Crumbling extra pleasure every scoop we make
Allies in debauchery, our bodies can’t resist
Karma, she’s a b!tch, but tonight we both insist
Ending in the bedroom where our real passion persists.
Mountains were made for poets --
for dramtic scales and harrowing descents. For
lofty subjects and deeper, fumarole vents -- many
are volcanic you know. Some active,
others sleeping, as those creative dry-spells~
no word-glows with the ashes. When carefully
placing my dots and dashes, counting often unruly
syllables, contemplating scriptor's tempting easy-rhymes,
word-candy, for poetic sound-effects, reminded I am of canned
laughter, not needed when Saturday Night
Live was yet funny. Had real entertainment substance.
My first book of mountains admittedly needed
more height, did not adhere to principals of careful oversight.
Honesty with self, and stacks of rejections have been
my maturing lifts and refining propellers. Don't give up. Lots
of knowlegeable-beans and more spicy life-seasoning has helped fuel my
linguistic evacuation. As Poe may have also been implying
when he said, what we "see and seem", do not necessarily equate
to a publisher's eclectic ream. What do they know anyway?:)
A-mbition
N-ormally
C-omes,
H-elping
E-very
A-spiring
L-earner
E-levate
N-ew
D-ream
I-n
A-ll
N-ew
I-deas,
N-urturing
G-rowth
©bfa061425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Anchealen C. Dianing)
A-mbition
N-ormally
C-omes,
H-elping
E-very
A-spiring
L-earner
E-levate
N-ew
D-ream
I-n
A-ll
N-ew
I-deas,
N-urturing
G-rowth
©bfa061425
Monocrostic (Birthday of Anchealen C. Dianing)
Create a cheese platter.
Cheddar in chunky cubes.
Cream cheese combined with crab.
Crispy crunchy crackers.
Cherry compote with chopped
cucumber and cashews
compliments cottage cheese.
"Emotions connection vesting liberation
Expressing beautiful sense of trust
Comfort and freedom in someone’s love presence foundation
Basking in their warmth touch
Consensual sensual love course
Causally I set my mind to the wind
Cordially my heart’s eyes see visions
A deep and heartfelt understanding glean
Conveys of sense of ease, and trust
Joy in your presence tense moist
I love you yes
Causally I set my mind to the wind
Cordially my heart’s eyes see vision quest
Continually wrap your arms ream around me
Caring and engaging embraced yet free
I love having you around
I’m spirit surfaced
Placed in vessel once fallow grounds
Continually wrap your arms around me
Caring and engaging I am free
Basking in their warmth touch
Emotions connection vesting liberation
Expressing beautiful sense of trust
Consensual sensual love course
Comfort and freedom in someone’s love presence foundation"
8/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2024
Pinch me, poke me
I still dream
Poets rattle
Every ream
Words don't fail me
As I fall
I want to capture
Love, is all
Blank page
Staring
At the start
Composition of the heart
Blues and blacks
They flutter by
Angel's wings
Ooh.. butterfly
Nighttime thoughts
Longing morns
Aching words
Birdsong dawns
They all inspire
A bit, it's true
But in my dreams
My dear, it's you
True
Golden
Is the light given to write
The words that lovingly depart
Gleaned from the collection of moments
Watching the dance of life on a limitless silent stage
While the multitude of days fold in-between
A ream of poems on blank paper sheets
Rehearsing years of storied elegies
That churn and spill upon a new
Light of understanding
Recounting hope
Enlightenment
Wisdom
Love
I am replaceable but My Love and memories won't leave
Do you know why?
My all is what I gave before it went sour!
I am replaceable but My all and Love were blameless,
After all, My skin got torn on amendment.
I write from the deepest ream of My heart
Where words pump for Peace, Love, and Echos.
I give My all for Peace and Love.
My all is Pure and Cure with less flaws when it's ripe to Recall
Here are words that will continue whispering to your spirit and soul.
As All whoop at it's drop
©? Laurethe
It's imperative to alter the narrative,
so get out a round of ream.
There's a knot in the plot,
a lost theme with out a seam..
You pause and you pivot.
The script leaves you livid,
falling short of your dream.
Stopped, stalled between acts,
little time to retrack,
as your pen is running out of steam.
Nocturnals rose from slumbered sleep
Younger mortals began to weep
The shards of day flew with a sweep
As grey shrouds of eventide seep
Stars gifted their light, surplus gleam
A glitz showcase for loves young dream
As day unravelled her twined ream
Night's needle poised to thread each seam
Seamless transition left no trace
Of intricate woven morn grace
The horizon kneeled to embrace
Sunset's rise in another place
Before the day turned into night
A brief warm union kissed in plight
The dawning sky lightened
as day crept up the horizon
pushing Night
toward his exit passage
While all of early rising
could hear the wind of Night
pleading piteously to the Day:
Do let me stay cast me not away
from Earth, my love so dear,
His grieving tears
of pink and rose bright scaring
early morning sky.
Good-bye, good-bye,
cried the Night to his beloved Earth
each clock tick away from you
I’ll cry
His sighing scattering adrift
A ream of puff white handkerchiefs
to cloud-dot
Day’s blue fresh sky.
Such was his sad farewell
to his love
dear Earth.
So in wait
Night coursed the southern
back world
until the hours
be clocked away,
Waiting for sunset
when he would chase
a tired Day away
in a dazzling blaze
of streaked glory,
To then again
softly shroud
his beloved Earth
in his loving arms
of Night.
Awashed out from shore tempest tossed in the night
Behold sands once golden fade from sight
Alone I must plumb the depths of my sorrow
No one to be with if there is a tomorrow
Drenched are my spirits, a dark heavy toll
Overwhelmed is my vacant aching soul
No compass not guide nor north star above
Exiled into a land of dark clouds, no white dove
Dream sweetly my dear, my life, my love
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