Short Arranges Poems

The florist 
grows flowers
 then arranges them

12/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©...

Read More

Can you arrange lives?
Love arranges life
Love plays great on you
Love lives high
Love loves life
You
Love
Lord...

Read More

Coughing here and there
Sick and in pain from last night
Sleep is all I want

A bright red sunrise
Filled with beauty and delight
Arranges my heart with hope...

Read More

Not having a dog, he hunts with a cat
not having a cat, arranges another pet
   without a pet he hunts with his duck,
without duck he should chuck?
 NO,Finally he takes a gun to shoot!...

Read More

Our
Hostess
Committee,
comprised mostly
of women, makes sure
the kitchen is stocked with
supplies, arranges and serves
meals for major church events and 
bereaved families. Last, we clean up.
We serve cheerfully, for we feel honored.
...

Read More

The bond of hearts in fervor
Arranges love to continue the silver
Fleets of night, the time is right

We have wandered the trenches of life
Garnering distant prose to capture headlines
Flowers flown by the seagulls of change

Movements emerge suddenly
Their thrust an unknown settling...

Read More

In winter, nothing gives. 
The tree holds tightly to 
its fistful of sky 
 
while the wind arranges 
and rearranges 
some leaves 
at the entrance to the Tuileries, 
 
always seeking 
a different disorder.


First published in NOON: Journal of the Short Poem, Issue 14, August 2019...

Read More

Surely would come those days
Of rain,
Endless;
At the midnight, still
In the moon light, Songs would start again,
you and me
Would bathe together
until our eye-balls grow red
And our heads turn green;
It's the nature who arranges everything
Slow but quicken
Have not noticed thee?

Let's start singing
Again!...

Read More

Rainbow adorns the sound mountain ranges
Sky, like moods of minds, so often changes
Ambiance, with flowers, scent exchanges
Rainbow adorns the sound mountain ranges
Freeing the breeze, winds blow around granges
Time in hearts of vales flowers arranges
Rainbow adorns the sound mountain ranges
Sky, like moods of minds, so often changes


06 July 2021...

Read More

Life is full of changes, re-arranges and people.
coming into this life unaware of what is to come of you.
not even knowing what life means. 
be open to new ideas. 
be open to change.
be aware of the options before you. 
be aware of yourself and know how capable you are.
you can be successful and accomplish many things.
you are important. 
you are special. 
you are amazing....

Read More

Sometimes it's hard to welcome changes
And learn the art of letting go;
It's only fortune that arranges
And doesn't even let me know.

I need the key to solve the riddle
And make the scattered pieces fit;
I'm stuck somewhere in the middle
Between your truth and my deceit.

The answer's got, yet I'm not trying
To find the question that relates;
Escapism of my denying
Reveals the World Oblivion's gates....

Read More

Male bowerbird has a unique courting power.
Builds a bower from dried leaves and grasses.
Arranges beautiful objects in front of his bower.
Female bowerbirds tour several dwellings, swinging their asses.

When the female decides on a mate, she moves in.
Showing off her newfound pretty objects of blue.
Yes, all of the decorations put out by her new “him”
Had to be of that particular color and hue....

Read More

This is how the heart arranges
He doesn't stay nowhere nomore
We thought that the heart is kind
But it makes the life ardours
Believe someone for a moment
Uncertainty creates that guy
Who will see tomorrow?
Everyone greets his aim today
World has efficient skills
It works to change the heart
But no one has skills
To change thinking of someone
Imran what do you think a heart
It is a ruler who enslaves everyone...

Read More

a lost girl arranges in her room
               her dress with stillness,
               she pushes her tongue
               against small kitten teeth,

outside the lift groans and bangs,
               lights burn shapes
               of flats and stairs;

this is a place to circle in;
               to return to,
               never to leave

she is sediment, a line of ash,
              a failed escapee...

Read More

an unknown language from a distant past
carved into stone , are symbols to outlast
an uncommon language that goes thru changes
mistranslations , which re-arranges
an aspect of truth , an aspect love
an aspect of time , an aspect of space
as if fitting a round peg in a square hole
a puzzle piece that just won't go .

symbols and markers ,
are the silent language of the ancients
we just don't hear the wind blowing ....

Read More

A canvas of woe
The pen, a useless shard, lies still and cold.
In this abyss of sorrow, my heart grows old.
Bent and broken branches, unable to climb,
Withering drops of sunshine melt away in song
Beneath the moon's patterned, muted light,
An endless battle arranges an orchestrated plight...
Goodnight, my sweet love, for doom's destined despair
Has left a poet's song without reprieve nor care

...

Read More

Worthlesslessness
Depression and worthlessness of life has come to me 
She seldom arranges the bouquets in the guest room
She makes the smile appear less often
She seems to be resigned to lose at love
She understands the need of love she understands me
She turns it on and off 
Eye no longer have a worth in me to live for
A reason to exist in song is gone
It no longer has to work at all
Eye am ruined and undone
Eye gave it to her all...

Read More

To Speak

To refuse silence,
To allow the words out.
Words bounce around in my head
Like puzzle pieces mixed up in a box.
Game is to put them in the right order.

Except when it's not.
Sometimes the heart takes over.
Arranges words neatly in a row.
Then all I have to do is put pen-to-paper.
And let the words flow, I'll let the words flow.



This piece is for a contest on another site, 
but I liked it so well had to share it here too....

Read More

Bricks of lavender
a palindrome of gentleness
across the unburdened lea
Autumn softly blowing down
from cirrus magnets drawn
to cosmic ore
Saddled to the conscience of 
the heartland, a secret fells
what few aged oaks remain
No history holds words to make
reprieve for so sinister an act upon
the blooms and seeds
Haste arranges memory so as to
germinate, replacing the departed
'fore ever whispering lavender stems
relate the reins of fate upon the plains...

Read More

An elderly man's wife dies.
You have seen it before,
you can tell what will happen next.
He will recline in the home
that she wove around him.

Some warmth remains
to pad carpet slippers and housecoats.
The cat will always be
the shadow of her hand.
He is a watcher
not at the funeral or the cemetery
but from the other side of a bed.

He arranges things
then puts them back the way they were.
He places sepia moments
back into a shoe box
that she has provided....

Read More

The day slowing 
Sky turning 
Sun burning 
Dusk showing 

Immense red sky 
The end is nigh 
Red sky 
Let it lie 

Dusk time 
Red sky sublime 
The quiet flowing 
The day slowing 

A drop of sunset gold, 
carried by immense red sky 
The earth arranges 
These colour changes 

Sunset glowing 
The day....... 
slowing 
Deepening colour play 
Dusk showing 

A drop of sunset gold, 
going down 
Red and gold flame 
The colours drown 
The night...........came...

Read More

The day slowing 
Sky turning 
Sun burning 
Dusk showing 

Immense red sky 
The end is nigh 
Red sky 
Let it lie 

Dusk time 
Red sky sublime 
The quiet flowing 
The day slowing 

A drop of sunset gold, 
carried by immense red sky 
The earth arranges 
These colour changes 

Sunset glowing 
The day....... 
slowing 
Deepening colour play 
Dusk showing 

A drop of sunset gold, 
going down 
Red and gold flame 
The colours drown 
The night...........came...

Read More

Love is a bit of comedy, so be rough with love.

He arranges her one way and then another, 
in itchy dissatisfaction. She surrenders to the role 
like a silent bystander, a plaything in the hands 
of impatience - what does he want? 

“Like this,” he says in a schoolteacher’s voice.

The imbalance of power, the almost impersonal 
manipulations, the momentum toward surrender, 
and then the shocking, primal desire - to meld -
like a gunshot in a canyon long thought empty....

Read More