shoulda ben rimes in timing, short of
I am bik meteor. a lit a bit of funning,
co lab adorashun with fella slurpers,
alfa betting by tossing in a bowl
or turning in a flying bed, as sheep
are worn out by leaps and counting,
running on sentences, perhaps
cross ref rencing guilty teens
and hanging dirty laundry
for all two see, hang ink on
lim or icks, as i transverse
the u and verse,
o go on u say and i shell
simmer in a pot, hoping
its the won of gold
but i dont want no
leper con and rain bow
or stoopid cupid to steal
my home in outer space,
so i scribble a crostic
Winter’s Womb 1-18-24 45 Syllables
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Winter’s Womb
In the temple of winter’s womb pearls of crystal plant snowflowers
Swaddled in thick quilts of snow in sacred silence nature swells
Frosty plumes birth from wild whirlwinds, in crystalline rhythmic rimes.
Written: December 28, 2023
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flounder in fictional field
—squeals and squeaks
Whimpers and growls
Sylphic swaying,
of flames spewing,
inwardly throbbing
of my nostril
lobotomized cosmic orbs.
scent of cinnamon
and coral on a rosary
interlaced of aurulent rimes.
Shrouded your burgundy &
coniferous ravines
loop of vitality
& unbearable redemption
in spanning eons,
ineffable wonder cradled
by melodic hums and buzzes
of lazy heat
and whistles of pitches
of endless hymns
echoes of choral chants
sung by soloists.
black ravens croaking,
like peals of doom
dewy allelomorphs
with waft-aloft wings
angels of ethereal whisper
of thunder,
that rang deafeningly
through the crevices,
of anodal motion
scurrilous loci
modeled as diploid.
Written: December 28, 2023
Beneath the shades
of velvet shadows
swarms of amber
luminance of daylight
and elusive flits
of faerie embers.
Veiled in jeweled which
rhymed with
Calyx elixir tints
of moonlit hues,
wings of light fractals
of burnished baubles.
Serendipitous breeze
scribbling rimes
of a runic serenade
in glints of jades
and emeralds.
wisps of wood smoke
soft mists of
Myrrh and Frankincense
fragrance of
Amyris and Bergamot.
Life has been beckoned.
by the sun messenger.
In that aurifying light,
crisscrossing balmily
and all at once.
With your shifting cloak,
snail
silver tree,
life is futile
& vain as smoke.
with your beshrews roads
case of curiosity
devoted to
the art of taxidermy,
decorative, restorative
and anthropomorphic.
A canorous dream,
capacious
mellifluous
Hurry past me!
Cars are the wind on the streets
semi-truck wheels shriek thunder,
rain shatters against stone and brick walls
on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs—
wushu wooden clatters.
Dreadful arrays of dryads
azure and amethyst gossamer haze,
sleek, silken strikes gist an opera of wisteria,
as they sway to silver breeze's sibilant rustles.
They chant lullabies in lyrical lilts of hued iridescence,
of hearth and opals back to my scarlet nest.
Angelus silver trills, the sylphic sways of pure rays,
Coral rosary—incense strands of aurulent rimes
hum, endless hymns echo as choral evensong
alleluias softly peal out—doves with wet eyes
that drift upward on whispery—ethereal wings.
Ocean's plea emerges from apothic abyss,
a voice conveys the core of faxed shores and stars,
with earth and wind in a solemn tone.
A cosmic biography—in loud squeals and sighs
sea vernacular hinges on nature's lasting awe.
Breath goes to fog—snow melts into puddles—rain returns,
a china-white grave—encases the deceased deer,
before thawing in the morning—icy skin lies frozen.
An eerie distance holds my hand in a purifying blizzard.
On the rounded shells,
Under the arches of the stars,
On the children’s toys,
I’m looking for it,
On the deserts crossed,
On the waves without fear,
In the smiling gardens,
I’m looking for it,
In the shared silences,
Under the dancing flags,
In the dreams of birds,
I’m looking for it,
In the villages and their bell towers,
On the caresses of the hills,
In rhymes and emeralds,
I’m looking for it,
( to be continued)
Sur les coquillages arrondis,
Sous les arcs des étoiles,
Sur les jouets des enfants,
Je le cherche,
Sur les déserts traversés,
Sur les vagues sans peur,
Dans les jardins souriants,
Je le cherche,
Dans les silences partagés,
Sous les drapeaux dansants,
Dans les rêves des oiseaux,
Je le cherche,
Dans les villages et leurs clochers,
Sur les caresses des coteaux,
Dans les rimes et les émeraudes,
Je le cherche,
( à suivre)
I can never get too many signs
Said a cousin of mine named Boo Rimes.
We gave them to her every holiday.
She is stapling them onto her ceiling now today.
They are in her bathroom, her kitchen too.
She walks around them, careful with her shoe.
Wall to wall and side to side in green, red and blue.
I think you have enough, I said to my Cousin Boo.
That's one thing about Media Hype:
A help to the The Low - Rated Type,
An unseeded challenger ripe
For a show down with Champion Tripe,
Who'd him not spare blows like a snipe,
On yielding flesh taking a swipe,
Blood permitting rush from slit pipe;
On challenger's body Christ's Stripe...
Many rimes Hypes have struck sad blows,
Blood on River Nile as it flows
Several times brought in stark pestle
For some chap to with it wrestle...
Face of one denied Media Hype
A parade of lines that could gripe
“Spaceship”
how much pain can we bear being human?
I’m pretty sure that my mission is done here ...
"Spaceship" / LeAnn rimes
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My mind as for consciousness;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
My heart joyous confidence;
Minds preference being variant;
Mystic muddle moods
Orientations being divergent;
Bodies soul wash in detergent;
Disputed conflict will be maybe;
Impending impingement honesty;
Mystic muddle moods congruity moments;
Conscience alignment conjunction rimes in;
Mind heart joyous confidence;
Mystic muddle moods
My mind as for consciousness;
Alas, I let my mind not my heart rule my heart?
Imparting, what
Mystic muddle moods
6/23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
In a woman such a man hides;
Alike, He rimes better with She.
More sense, She makes with He.
Because she embeds him;
He always consults she,
To produce clear sound;
And engender one great power in unity.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Charles Dickend mimiced people of his day
by instalments he had his say
He satorised manners of his time
helping poets(like me) to poesy rimes
wit &mischief
so ordinary
conjuring up rimes
to practise pen
& sit in the sun
& never read a word
& fade away
Wholesome refreshments recharge.
All comers rose water baring
Tropical fruit desert for lunch or dinner snack.
Early strawberries shine watermelon rimes.
Raw fruit laugh.
Much fruit waters run.
Edible fruit shine.
Like fruit shout.
Other refreshments run.
Nectar feeders walk drips down your chin and mouth.
6/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
L-ife
A-bates
V-iral
I-nfection
N-icely
I-mplementing
A-lcohol
A-s
G-rimes
A-re
N-egated
Topic: Birthday of Lavinia Agan (April 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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