Redden Poems

Dry Logs Redden and Snap;

Dry logs redden and snap;
   The fire is soon impressive.
The wolf moon takes better shape
   As night begins to settle in.

I watch the conflagration spike;
   A spark flies off, then others
Like the universe had coaxed them
   To become one of the stars.

That night

That night, the sky was pulchritudinous just like you,
The moon,the stars and I were gossiping about you.
The moon blabbered how beautiful stars he has with him,
Shining like diamonds.
I,then, bragged a little about you,
Teasing the moon saying," I also have a star like you".
He didn't believe me until I showed him your smile,
Which was mesmerizing and divine.
The moon grinned, 
As he saw my cheeks getting redden.
I smiled back and said," isn't my star radiant and bright?"
The moon giggled and replied,
"Yes, he truly is a beautiful sight".

HURTING VISION-

My eyes sore
Redden in pains
Pupils dilated engrained
Blurred visions
Mind comprehends not bored
Should have been forgiven

I’m a witness to my mess
I am forgiven and yet
To my surprise I am
Light so soul shines
Energies lights so bright


1/25/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Arabesque

Bush: she had a deep
black birds nest.
Fecund Arabic woman
dark peaches for thin lips.

White faced, I redden in the sun,
a blanched fig, a thirst
for dew drops.

One night is enough, maybe two,
there must be a Spanish guitar
pleading the stars for more tears.

I have a comb
for her oval waves,
she is, for a while,
the mother of the world
the secreting seeds
of a fruiting pomegranate.

I am her despoiler of silk sheets,
she, a font of arousal
baptizing a love-song.

I Am Lioness

I am the original African queen of huntresses.
My golden and taut body in unison with my sisters,
as we bunch and tense our muscles ready to spring.
Our young are with their fathers daytime sleeping,
as we females mainly provide the sustenance.

On we charge, in the ancient dance of predators,
spinning in the dust as we quickly kill our prey.
We drag the corpse in the heavy noonday heat,
the pride's mouths redden with blood.
It may sound harsh to many,
but it is in the lifebeat of our survival.

Our cubs soon grow larger, their learning is swift,
my mate and I age,
his mane his crown, his bearing regal.
We hold court in our savanna kingdom,
I am lioness, hear my roar. ~
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I Heard the Mosquitoes, I Was Not Afraid

last night
Late heat,
temperature higher than body
In the unlit darkness
Let's move the cell phone
I saw the mosquito
on the screen
buzzed.
I turned off and fell asleep
In the morning
my wife was upset
the mosquitoes bite and redden
shoulder,
calves,
the back,
and thigh and
I was all right
always, yes
even mosquito only like wife.

Where I Make

Where I Make

When the weekend comes, this is where I make,
With camping gear, canoeing on the lake,
Dipping the paddle as I contemplate.

Between the banks and shores of rocks and trees,
Breathing in fresh air, relaxing and fishing,
Just enjoying nature’s stress therapy.

The sun’s rays glare down to redden my skin,
But the water soothes the burn when I swim
In the birthday suit that I was born in.

Near to day’s end, I erect my shelter
And gather kindling to start a fire
And savour the smell of cooking odours.

With wood burning and the night descending,
I listen to loons laughing and wailing
And the male frogs croaking during mating.

Old Sol appears much larger as it dips
And even bigger at dawn when it lifts.
Inside my sleeping bag to sleep I drift,
And tomorrow will continue my trip.

A Married Spend Thrift Readjusts

A  Graham used to wealth lavish
And to easy fun The slavish:
In the two had not seen blemish
"Let those who wish it be squeamish!"

Now, it is Graham's white wedding;
He knows where the thing is heading:
Skin to Excesses just deaden
Or wife's face might, sometimes, redden...

"Means I'll have to my belt tighten;
That way all my problems lighten:
What man does, his future brightens
And the blackest of scenes whitens!"

A married spendthrift readjusts
Or faces dragging in the dusts...

Gordon For River Jordan

I am asking you Gordon:
Why thrust upon a maiden
That which shouldn't her burden?
Your sin for River Jordan!

Still mistreating a maiden
And her face you did redden
Like had King David's Amon,
Who sister had made common....

Your embraces are modern 
Coming before your wedding;
Not her wished Pelty Trading
You with Satan now grading!

Tears Bathe the Soul

Tears can easily bathe the wounded soul
Flowing unhindered from sad, redden eyes
Do their part, helping the heart to console,
When desires, circumstances compromise
Tears can help us to compartmentalize
Sadness, and to uncover its sources,
There among our most precious resources
Then, while pondering on the deeper hurt,
And summoning our various courses,
Work with us, our future woes to avert.

Written February 27, 2022

Dishwasher

The dishwasher watches, waits confounded
as knuckles redden and waterlogged fingers
scrub and rub in a slick soapy dance.
Later I will explain to the machine
that it was made by atheists to replace prayer.
Meanwhile bubbles pop their silent hallelujahs.
Hands toil at their holy work.

Summer's Autumn View-

Redden skies
blue spaces
amidst the daunting spies
the a bliss
nothingness
yellow kiss
summer's autumn view
hues of
formidable
reds, orange, yellows blue!



9/9/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Midnight Silent Brightly-

 Midnight silent


And as the sun burning
My flesh is redden and blacken
Pangs and pains
Bruise skin

Like a kingdom full of sunlamps
Brightly
Eyes blinded by the lights
Skin torrid pains
When I thought of the sunlight

Deep into that darkness waiting
Blinded by mid days sun a brazen
Brightly
I crave the darkness, lonely luminescence
When I thought of the sunlight

That lights, light basking
and the photosphere never congratulating
eagerly I looked for the andromeda galaxy
eagerly I looked for the ionosphere
Brightly

I threw my heat upon the cool breeze
in there stepped an agog 'zodiacal light'
only this and a golden glow brightly
Suddenly, I heard the sunshine some glowing
Brightly
the dayside brought such sorrow
somewhat louder than the Ferrero
My mind always strays to quasars
Rev up motors lights
as It threw its ghost against the atoms
Deep into that darkness shining
Shining ever so, so 
Brightly


7/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

46

Fate deals forty-six chromosomal cards
at birth to players of human poker.
Sometimes she throws in a surprise joker
or stacks honors flush with her kind regards.

Her suits are four nucleotide bases,
forming pairs in a helical tableau.
Their arrangements determine which traits show.
Culture marks us as deuces or aces.

Four hundred years we played games of false rank,
where white races unfairly trump others.
Our cards can’t be changed. We can change the game.

Maybe the winner might not be the bank,
if we would play as sisters and brothers.
Dirty deals redden us with rage and shame.

All Too Brief

All too brief are autumn's days
Yet beautiful whilst they last,
A last vestige of warming rays
Before winter's bitter grasp,
And October's hues and shades have past.

She has gifts though to bestow
Bounteous before she leaves,
Berries ripen in hedgerows
Apples redden on the trees,
To harvest 'fore Novembers freeze.

All around as leaves are falling
Creatures scurry to and fro,
They know colder days are calling
So ready havens from the snow,
As autumn cedes, to winter's show.






Entry for
Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Francine Roberts.
13/10/2020

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