Short Annular Poems

B  better bursting of ballistic bombs

O often opened shooting annular offenses

O overly ousts on 

M mountains of memories motionless mystery




8/7/18
written  words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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“sight not seen”


at sunrise 
clouds rise 

between 

the sun 
and me

thus this partial 
annular solar 
eclipse will 
be totally 
missed

tonight the 
earth slips 

between 

the sun 
and me

becoming
a new

moon...

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Brain Small and Granular 

Was born with brain small and granular;
Seems wild and needs an animal handler;
Rather dumb;
Blind has become;
Stared at solar eclipse which was annular.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC...

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Her lips are as pink as the plume of a flamingo,
Her eyes are like fair, seasoned pine apples.
I love her.
Her curves are like annular eclipse, a sable daybreak.
I love her.
And her skin is the vanilla of a maple leaf in summer, but a sexier color,
I want to touch her....

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*Image of Childhood by Pixabay

Happy Birthday Two Us

Autumn equinox nigh rathe September,
Wraps of summer unwrapped gift from a friend,
Occasions annular trek, remember,
A statement by a newfound friend, again,
Cinder Girl's birthday, two glows the ember.

2022 September 07
*4th Place*
Remember September
~~Andrea Dietrich: Judged 2022 September 23...

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Asphyxiated by curled hands.
Punishment for tainted moon,
it has floated down to
darker side of continence.

You push the body in wall,
Coal burns in the eyes.
The shadow at last, leaves the body.

The high priest, goes for the copyright
and nerves explode in the books for
annular bulge of pride.

A simile was needed for a grain of sand
by cutting your wrists
and pouring the blood on the knives.


SATISH VERMA...

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Asphyxiated by curled hands.
Punishment for tainted moon,
it has floated down to
darker side of continence.

You push the body in wall,
Coal burns in the eyes.
The shadow at last, leaves the body.

The high priest, goes for the copyright
and nerves explode in the books for
annular bulge of pride.

A simile was needed for a grain of sand
by cutting your wrists
and pouring the blood on the knives.


SATISH VERMA...

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Asphyxiated by curled hands.
Punishment for tainted moon,
it has floated down to
darker side of continence.

You push the body in wall,
Coal burns in the eyes.
The shadow at last, leaves the body.

The high priest, goes for the copyright
and nerves explode in the books for
annular bulge of pride.

A simile was needed for a grain of sand
by cutting your wrists
and pouring the blood on the knives.


SATISH VERMA...

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