Residuals Poems

Worthy of a majuscule

Have I ever wasted words on lower-cases and capitals?
Laying beneath cool ground spring, waiting in its vestibules
Happiness can be found loving this Earth for its residuals
Toothpicks of this stand; reaching for heaven in tones, sepia
'Til they're filled with what's beneath me; green colors plethora
Flowers soon will be dancing on this bed; just as they have before
One cool soft rain from nature's mother; this landscape will live once more
Against sky-blue tapestry; worthy of a majuscule
A moment infrangible; in my record, no-way minuscule

Midsummer Midnight

midsummer midnightand sweet dreams
orchestra of crickets
    a steady snore
blades spinning overhead
     moon tapping the blinds
midsummer              midnight
eyes darting back & forth
      between fantasias
and goosebumps, nebulosity
      between reality
and surrealism
                                midsummer midnight
the court of inside & out
       each one, unknown
to the other - a cup of joe
       extracts the residuals
fog lifts with cream and a pour

She Was a Good Mote

A good mote,
something to imagine upon 
with sin in mind.
Near strangers in the same office,
clothed only by levels and walls.

From two floors up
she let her dark hair down.
Hour after hour 
he running fingers through strands,
twisting ropes of sensuality.

A married mote,
a thought made flesh
that grew too large for eyes.
A bad mote,
a succubus in the den of being,
a succulence of dark desires.

Time-worn, and weary it waned,
it cooled
leaving only residuals,
flavors good and bad.

A clearer youth
un-imagined her utterly out,
deleted that mote,
gone and forgot forever,
until now.

God's Sparkledust Is It Fallen Angels Tears-

 thinking of the snow
 so white so pure
 God sparkledust 
He sprinkles down on us 
Frozen raindrops from 7 fallen demons tears
 of those angels who have fallen 
Falling in judgment spheres
 snowflakes  residuals blizzards 
justice freezes
 only the thawed out
 and those preserved reserved warm bodies
 being engulf in flames of raging fire
Snowblind by the blizzard quarter flakes accumulate covering the lands and grounds so I need more than the shovel to find my way out 


2/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2021©

God Just Kissed Us-

Through the raging winds blows the wind that breathes
God's breath motions polarized residuals Alpha inhale Omega exhale
God just kissed us
Life
Live
Breathe

11/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Sail On With Me On Yonder Breeze-

Dampen seas as the wind mist my wet voyage;
Blemish are the marks on the boats waters;
Pernicious as the deep blue seas falters;
Traverse rekindling of it's sentry;
Visage horizons long in front of us;
Astral passages moves visuals;
Enterprise tapestries floating by yonder seas;
Through the raging winds blown horizon leaves;
Motion twixt polarized motions residuals;
Come, come sail on, sail with me sail yonder breeze;


11/5/20
Eight word challenge 11 poetry contest
Free verse poetry form only
Sponsored by John Hamilton

Autumn Glow

It was a beautifully laid path of moram stones 
minuscule ice dust seated on my pink hands
holding yours covered with a three-quarter 
thick cotton high neck navy blue t-shirt 

Our lips forgot their role as the eyes
got hooked in looking at rows of 
the orange yellow  pyramids lined 
on both sides of the reddish brown path

In a dazzling grandeur autumn in a pose
mild fragrance wafting in the flowing wind
That the tragic hues could be so loud
one wouldn't believe without witnessing 

Used gourd skins with Halloween residuals 
sunlight seated on a pile of harvested straw 
dimples on our cheeks we exchanged our eyes
two bodies rested for a while in a soul

Flapping wings in their southern flight 
We look for a charcoal glow from each other 
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October 22, 2020
Still-Life Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper

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Plenary consorts
Reticent ripe residuals
Neanderthals wake

Hollow Struggle

Linear highways with oblique life constructs sometimes permeable or literal pathways impartial tell takes of present pasts  and future presents unknown unfolding counter pleasureyours mysterious unknowings and prisonmatic poignant priors yielding gravid pessimistic postures where then is that supreme supine like stupor sense un categorized non filtered ill fettered cosmic puredom wading in its most reliant form residuals accurate essentials   calming the melodic mirror maladaptives that make us Nones in plenty pious pastures forever un pronouncing, maligno rama inert mix eccentricities fomenting an anti formatting F flat favorings sentient beings astride that unwaveringly inhibithabit our once  authentic Selvery hidden all under a morbid barrage of daily concentrates careful castrations  dumb downs via everything except that simple truth    the hollow struggle

In the Valley of Shadows

Amidst the Barbaric heathen hordes
Mordacious majesty’s scrofulous swords
Corroding cathedrals in the morning mist
Rampageous residuals that we must resist

In the valleys of darkness, my soul savors still
For the bloodstained moon begins her spill
The ruffled red rains down upon the tombstones
As the Kings and Queens sit upon their thrones

The lecherous Lords satisfyingly seduce
The mawkish women that are on the loose
Marauding minstrels that strangle the streets
In the valley of shadows where the darkness meets.



May.12.2017
MAYTIME PREMIER CONTEST -any theme any form max of 25 lines...
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

These Shadows

Shadows remind of you
These grey black deep shallow hues
Beneath the eaves beside the big trees
They almost silently whisper 
As I want to kiss her
She disappears

As we come and go here and there
Red or green or blue or grey or a combination
Shadows always roam with us everywhere every time
Sometimes latent some other time 
Eloquently reminding
‘We were’
We shudder

Some men and women all on a sudden
Turn shadowy, tall short huge slender shadows
Time robs them of their existence
Just the shadows wander
Man makes friend with man
Shadow-person makes friends with shadow-person


By the side of your smiling face
Beside your crimson and golden fireplace
The shadows appear and sadden our thoughts
Apples turn pale damp and rot
In our lonely reverie
Assembly of dark spots

We cannot do without
Our dear shadows
Today or tomorrow
Residuals of our bone marrow

Look there at the two fondling larks
Do they know
One may be shadow tomorrow

Fondling is life
Shadow, a knife
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15/11/2016

Who Are We

excommunicated from the land
of colours
i am
swimming in the music of the words
silently
passionate indulgence of
orgasmic repression
who are we?
speck of infinite wisdom
cosmic dust sprinkled
lustrous coupling of the residuals
on exile
in the unending girth
of the deep black holes
smiling...

Laverne and Shirley

Laverne and Shirley
their fame in the main had come early
retiring at twenty
they had thought their residuals would have been plenty.

Moving, Slow Motion

Had to move back to the city
 the suburbans too sidity  
had me and my feelings and I couldn't even feel it
Got hit with a brick and didn't fidget 
Hard knocks knock sense in ya or knock ya senseless 
My strength is 
within  
Mysterious and mystic


Superior submissive-ness
A Derivative 
of the state of delirium 
We need  to be delivered from
 Ancestral residuals 
Leave us descendants 
Either scared are relentless 
Getting    back to it 
I had too move
Out the way 
to get back too it
Turn my back to it
Go back through it
But do it
To detach delusion

Childhood Dreams

Naiveté wraps the child
until the chills slowly
begin to snuggle in,
smothering the illusions leaving
the residuals of sickness
and disappointment
that is man.

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Contest: Fallen
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Entrant: Rob Carmack
Written: 11.29.15
Word Count: 25

My person was the entire human race.  As a child, I viewed adults as ethically advanced and emotionally stable.  Thought of world as an Utopia – the best trip I ever had.  From this disappointment, I was given the contrast to appreciate forgiveness and those I found that are advanced.

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