Description, O my diatribe?
Stand before the court!
O comedians, with thy jibe!
Paragraphs to sort!
Where is hope on gallows hill?
Couldn't be real sure.
Yellow priestess, queen until?
Revelation tour.
Humble as a humbug?
Pride raises high the pain.
Dancers, rhythm! Cut a rug!
Doom is to disdain!
Death, thy destiny. Live free.
Placards of the plea.
O ye angels, come for tea!
Demons, how about ye?
Tyrant of deep waters?
Alliance Black Abyss.
Daughters, commit slaughters!
No one we will miss!
Rivers, needing rivets?
O lampreys, rub thy ribs.
Deadly are such divots!
Just nibble on the nibs!
Unify the endless hordes?
Bid them sharpen swords!
Watercress, thy water boards!
Mother Sin, thy gourds...
Trickling water, a natural bell
flows in rivets with carved rock.
Lush ferns spring up in the crevasses
rather alike the children of the water.
I hear the wind call me,
as I step onto the grassy ground.
Turning to face the sun,
my shadow falls behind me.
An ancient substance,
circling from the sky to the ground,
in its earthly home,
it flows profound.
With a body of jade blue,
twined with occasional rivets of light
it carries the thread of history from before
to now and beyond
traversing milennia worth of night and day.
It holds a captivating and mysterious past
on this tiny blue planet of ours,
in this universe so vast;
time is nothing to it in contrast.
It will remain here.
Far longer than you or I,
indeed far past humans as a whole.
It will stay in its cycle from darkness to light,
a lasting memory, a testament to the Earth.
“a mute tongue is a slave to silence” -
Silent One
let the happy heart sing out loud and clear,
let air vibrate, reach angels in heaven,
golden rainbow awaits in rain to hear,
glories that our mother earth has given.
every day is day of celebration,
every ray of light is a ray of hope,
every breeze passes for an occasion,
every hill blooms with flowers on its slope.
let your tongue be the sweet voice of your soul,
describe the fabric nature has woven,
flush out darkness, mine out the devil’s coal,
find god in each true word that is spoken.
entrapment of the tongue in chains of fear,
silence enforced through rivets of distress,
break free for ever and shed not a tear,
let joys frolic, each season in a new dress!
voice is a gift to break silence beyond,
silence that fills void between life and death,
cut free from silence let your tongue respond,
thank God in heaven, for life he bequeath.
Soars beating is my heart
as it flex it's muscle so in part
it's flat Like an Eagle abreast
breath hovering over its nest
Elder Statesman and women sleep depressed
Nonchalantly inadvertently not aware
that they are blessed
Like the Rhythm Section in the rhythm and blues band
play on beat the drums rhythmatically
Soar beatings of the heart
Percussion rivets beats in my heart
5/31/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Eventually they all fail,
especially the ones made of blood
and ambition.
Then there is this:
there are trains pulling ghosts,
the drowned and crushed
reflected in a puddle of sky.
Despite the sustaining support,
the perseverance,
eventually they all fly too far,
span downward, stretch beyond
rivets, nuts, and bolts.
Then there is this:
bridges rise above the engineered,
the aeronautics of sky and earth
plant new ideas.
Imagination finds
other ways to cross over the gaps,
most have left,
on the other side of distance.
I watch you go quiet in mid-chatter.
You look up and inward,
your eyes deep-set and native,
I glimpse you,
not as that Irish girl brought up in the projects
but as an American legend, a promise
so very few have discovered or kept.
Only here does the land
grow mystics that can bake bread
and also hammer rivets.
The old wild ones who have learned to read,
taught by the earth and sky.
You belong to the outcast and tribe-less,
the indigenous who planted their own
deep seeds.
Those who innately knew
how to take a wild journey
barefoot or shod,
long before the conquistadores
drove their pigs before them
chopping up this continent
into cuts of meat for their God to eat.
A buzzard flaps slowly away,
suddenly you smile.
''I'll make dumplings tonight" you say,
"just like my Polish grandma used to make em."
We calmly carry on
walking into the blue distance,
Behind us,
Lewis and Clark struggle to keep up.
A poem is a conduit,
Like a cable or a wire.
It just provides a pathway
To communicate, inspire.
A way to share our inner self
Our psyche or our soul
Those feelings that we can’t express
Given life upon a scroll
We solder our spirit to paper
Words, like rivets, secure
Sadness, loss, joy and fear,
Grief and so much more
Words, like many balls of wool
We weave to form a shawl
Life’s tapestry of love and loss
That’s common to us all.
Touching something deep within
It moves us and creates
The space to see another’s view,
Their triumphs and their fates.
So do not judge those that aspire,
Through poetry and verse,
To reach the canyons of our souls
For better or for worse.
Not for judgement do we share
Our human need and pain,
But seek only to communicate
And no other form of gain.
There is much that makes us different
But the poet as he writes,
Captures all that makes us human
Not what divides, but what unites.
It’s a lifebuoy to the drowning.
A flare launched in seas unknown.
A hope, a cry, a reaching out
To know that we are not alone.
Gleaming golden ball revealing pines
Dark silhouettes against the jet-streaked sky
Roosters crow the sun up as doves coo refrain
Life seems simple salubrious as fledglings fly
That ole woodpecker rivets once again
What a way to live his simple savory time here
I often wonder how his sturdy head survives
From one oak tree and then to over there
He has moved, his riveting continues
I wonder if he finds food, is that why
He in that tree lingers, do night owls cringe
Wanting to screech, spread silky wings and fly
The cool of the morning feels so spot-on and dry
Soon strong sunny star will drive us inside
Seems simmering summer arrived early
Here's hoping it doesn't hang-on and abide
Written: June 24, 2022
Salubrious-adj.-healthy-giving; healthy or pleasant; not run-down
1 Peter 5: 7__Cast all your cares upon Him because He cares for you.
She came in all flirty and dirty
attractive and active about thirty
all open jaws in the bar
a neon light, all eyes on her bra
made of metal rivets; they inhale,
pants out of shining chainmail.
The music played
and a dance card was placed
on the bar
all the man raced to fill in the space
Staring straight ahead they waited
for a dangerous wink
smoldering ting, ping, clink,
Woman with a metal bra.
11/12/2021
About any girl walking by
Can pop rivets off a man's fly
So what can we do
But make eyes at you
And hope your response is thigh high?*
*Inspired by an elderly woman basking
on Kuhio Beach with "Hi!" tattoos
on both upper inner thighs.
What's next? "Welcome!" beach towels?
Stroking wrinkle and skin
Of his rivets and skinny legs
On top of a hill
An art school on the other side
He must had been one of the chairs
To support the students for generations
Their trials and errors
and meditations are written on his warps
Now he became an ascetic
Enduring the winds and the rains
Would he accept me?
In that minute I sat on him
facing toward the City of Bratislava
in the distance below me
Birds are flying
Leaves are trembling in the breeze
Small white flowers blossoming
Trees have soft shades
At night
He must look up at
Innumerable stars
I sighed
That's why he is here...
In his acceptance
I let my body sink
Into the dream of the chair
Another me visited again this morning,
some are welcome friends, some not; but this one
unfamiliar;
testy, touchy.
Must be careful, take care, angry ones are stronger,
seeking domination of the others.
Now people, familiar strangers; don't look!
Too late; inevitably, staring eyes meet eyes.
The words spew out, red hot rivets
"Are you gawking at me, you jerk?"
Blood on my hands,
pain in my head.
6th place winner
Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Eventually they all fail,
especially the ones made of blood
and ambition.
Then there is this:
there are trains pulling ghosts,
the drowned and crushed
reflected in a puddle of sky.
Despite the sustaining support,
the perseverance,
eventually they all fly too far,
span downward, stretch beyond
rivets, nuts, and bolts.
Then there is this:
bridges rise above the engineered;
the aeronautics of earth plants ideas.
Imagination finds
other ways to cross over the gaps
others have bravely left.
I lie awake; I have become
like a bird alone on a roof.
Psalm 102:7 Bible NIV
NIGHT RAVEN
squawks; silence deaf’ning
the sphere sleeps as he fears - blinding
rain rivets tin roof
7/12/2020
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