DEGAS DELIGHTFUL DAMES
Edgar Degas did not mingle
so shy he remained single
His art self contained & absorbed
perfect though expensive 'daubs'
Dancers everywhere
to pose on toes
& as art lover knows
PAINTING After wise words of Degas
so,so easy to do..
when we don't know how,
so,so true..but
so,so dificile..
when we do!
sELF-CONTAINED STRUCTURE, KEEPING OuT THE RAIn
the skull constructed to keep the brain
Protection hair comforts and connects
Electric...
Packaged woods, ply, particle boards
Calcium rocklike structural fleshly boles
DNA, what I'd just say;
Ivory solid as a rock
Eclectic...
I've tasted the waters,
I've tasted the lands
I've held my peace
I've folded my hands
I prayed within, without and above
All I see is Agape LOVE
God is mine, greatest covering;
He will never stop being my, mine
ROOF TOP!!
08/24/26
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
Funny
All the hate I get
Posting these words
Expressing my truth
Avoiding self-censorship
Spelling out the harsh realities
Lost in translation, perhaps
Yet you all add to the bruise
I don't get it
probably never will
How acting like a human
Can fuel bitter feuds
So I gotta accept that
My word vomit only resonates
in this self-contained world
Living as the bitter muse
What the rat said
The rat that sat atop the TV cabinet said
So you have only been married once, blaming
your busy life and fate
When the truth is that you didn't want children to
disturb your self-contained egotism
You know, life like the one you live cannot
Go on, but you don't care
When you read about the few children born at
places in, say, Japan, you lament this saying
things like they must breed or disappear
As a nation, but you know they are the old
like you are absorbed in your self-interest
self-contained
a
derived
reality
in
wandering
passion
delightful
feelings
&
parochial
virtues
relived
on
a tightrope
of
sentiment
screened
in
the folly
of
imagings
carved
from
memory
I loved on Saturdays in March, at dawn
(back then, each day was Saturday) to root
in pond and hedgerow. Light was pale, dilute,
and buds clung tight and hard around the thorn.
This season, with the world so freshly born,
enchanted me. Each flicking, wedge-faced newt,
sedge on his face, unconscionably cute,
each ink-black eye from thousands in the spawn,
each clear cold pool, each acid-green young shoot,
each minnow which acknowledged my pursuit
and twitched my hand-held line (no hope of rod!),
each copse, so self-contained and absolute,
with nascent blossom dusted, bluebell-shod,
appeared to me a pledge of life from God.
The walking stick and Elon Musk
I was a galley-boy on an old tankship
that docked in Liverpool for repair
I think it was in May, and I was sixteen
at a second-hand shop, near the docks
I bought a walking stick and happily used it
the stick going ashore to the pub or
to buy fish and chips, unaware of how odd
I must have looked, no one said a word
Coming back on board, it was the second
The officer who said I looked ridiculous, no one
uses walking sticks anymore, you are not
a ing lord
Enter, into my self-contained world, what
other people thought of me
I became self-conscious, and it worried me
What did other people think of me personally
His words brought on a shyness that stopped
My plans for the future
Who knows, I might have become the first
Elon Musk
He has freed himself of what other people
think, or so we believe, but deep down, he
likes to be loved
One day was sparked a little flame
That grew into a fire
And by that night I called your name
Exploding with desire
Self-contained, you wouldn't know
An inkling possibly
The hand I hold I will not show
Unless you wanna see
Conservatives’ banning’s apropos of nothing
At twelve when he delt with this
shouldn't have to jump through hoops
should’ve been able to explore when a teen
But because of many conservative groups
The Ire excessive was the coming of age
Juvenile mistakes made in adult years
Denied the ability to pick up social skills
Sexual assault and sexual awaking
considered pornographic
Q**r’s often live a second adolescents
This is a guide for the coming of age allies
States have taken off the shelves
Intersectional as his life
Chapters are a collection, four acts
referred to as “parts” in this guide
self-contained essay’s
The memoir progresses through Johnson’s life
Two letters appear alongside
the chapters for mother and brother
Conditioned to think what’s the truth
Indoctrinated in us
Stop crying, racialized
School bullies
The flee market incident
Institutionalized violence
Family structure marginalized
Community –college fraternity
And black joy
Tells the truth
A black and q***r boy’s experience
Gender identity
Toxic masculinity
Brotherhood
"...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle here, in the Australian bush."
— D. H. Lawrence, Kangaroo
Paraboloid totems of evergreen hope, upside down,
Sparkling white trinkets, sparkling white dears.
‘What do we need to do now?' you ask
I got my husband’s winged gift around my neck, a blue stone dragonfly.
Isn’t my green dress an ornamental kingly shroud?
Both stormy and luminous, the cuts on my arms are still caked in dried blood;
You are sad: your heart bleeds into mine with a bit of emerald dust and ruby red sunrises;
The doctor is the Rose; I am the Flame.
You are all marble, Plato, self-contained;
I am grotesque, decaying, Lilith-born.
My scars are greyhound clouds or maybe trim poodles
Whose slightly wolfish eyes will bleed
A blazing cornucopia of yellow wattle sprigs;
Doctor, your heart is a gold mine and joyous as Spring.
The
sublime
overlaid
in elements
of
tangible
libidinous
fascination
intensifying
the
self-contained
&sufficient
expressions
of
passion
displayng needs
in
an abudance
of
motifs
You were bleeding but I didn't cut you
You were crying and I didn't comfort you
There's no denying that I love you like in the landscape View honestly as the skies is blue I totally love you
He was alone that found
You didn't need no one anyone around
Self-contained don't play
You often this thing your light soul energy
So shy you are of the Divine
Perfectly hue honestly true belonging to our Father
Saddened spirit fracture heart
I in wholeness cone to heal not hurt
For only skies need be blue not you
SKIES BLUE I TOTALLY LOVE YOU-
You were bleeding but I didn't cut you
You were crying and I didn't hurt you
There's no denying that I love you like in the landscape View honestly as the skies is blue I totally love you
Saddened spirit fracture heart
I in wholeness cone to heal not hurt
For only skies need be blue not you
SKIES BLUE I TOTALLY LOVE YOU-
6/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
When I saw you there the other day
My heart got caught up, swept away
I had to keep it self contained
Though through my chest and shirt it strained
It wanted to go home with you
I understood since I did too
The pull of love we have is strong
My Bluebird it's for you we long
I'd say I do tomorrow
Should the stars align
And if you wanted I'd be yours
I'd want you to be mine
I wish tomorrow were today
I crave your love so much
A tender moment waiting
Commencing with your touch
A little spark, a puff of smoke
A single dancing flame
Fed by fuel of passion
Explosions self contained
I think together we could make
Some music beautifully
You're country, folk, you're rock and roll
Yeah, you're the one for me!
Lilac is such a beautiful scent
A poem of fragrance that never gets spent
Same for you, my desire, it doesn't run out
It only keeps building, it will not see drought
Overrunning its banks, yet a self-contained flood
That wends its way, coursing, warm, heating my blood
A strong flowing current that brings me to you
And into your arms I fall, fall into mine too
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