Short Blend Poems
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May we be blessed to understand…
to one day comprehend…
how this world is made more beautiful
by the ways our colors blend.
An athletic greyhound-bulldog blend
is the pride and the joy of South Bend
Fast and vivacious
Strong and tenacious
At Notre Dame he’s playing tight end
loves not race
its not a face
its a feeling
get you reeling
from deep with in
its for all sister and brother
black brown round or white
its a
BLEND OF LOVE CORLOR
Our lips meet moistened
Each others ingredient
Blends to perfection
get to know
where you go
who is right
who is the light
blacks not always right
brown is fat sometimes round
if you let love in
you'll will win
BLEND YOUR FRIENDS
As see so cares
Yet she’s there
Bundled shrouded
Stichic rhyme blend
Clothed in my bare
He caress and shares
12/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
dot.. by dot..
frozen forever
as a ‘still-life’ shot
juxtaposed
into our eye
colour flows
into shaped
palettes
of the fleeting
made permanent
a point
becomes
an impression
Nasty and cold need to stay in
Light the fire let's begin
Slow sensual and so very hot
Time is what we've got
Detached no you can not
Need your mind in this very spot
Touching kissing melting and then
You and me blend
We never blend
when they say "yellow"
I say "yellow"
You say "it is low"
We never blend
when they say "come"
I say "come"
You say "go"
We never blend
when they say "We love you!"
You say "I love you"
I say "Who you?"
We never blend...
I am a color that can’t blend in
Paint that refuses to mix
The first era of blues is upon us
And my work song is different from all the rest
I am not a melody for anyone to sing along to
For my beat is erratic
Care to catch up?
I’m taunting you to try
Form:
A perfect blend with each other,
you can’t underestimate them;
Just enough don’t add another,
a perfect blend with each other;
Bespelled when they’re together,
ink and coffee stains in tandem;
A perfect blend with each other,
you can’t underestimate them.
Georgetown Highschool Fire Drill Today
On top--Georgetown's outdoor blackboards
Setup classmate's first-time meetup sort out
Schoolboys head out--henceforth buddy up one-on-one
Outside schoolyards baseball's first base
Schoolgirls show up--nearby football goalpost
softly stirring their beds,
the gentle snore of calm.
the diffuser soothes the senses -
a grandma’s blend of lemon,
eucalyptus, peppermint, basil,
tea tree and rosemary.
allowing winsome dreams to croon
after the forgetful fit of coughing
12/31/2018
Lemon oil and Breathe Easy do the trick!
Drawing and life are similar
The edges in a drawing are blended away
The tight edges in life soften with time
We love more, and see our fraility more
With blessed time, time we are given
Time to know our edges are soft
Time to know we need a loving redeemer
Time for faith to grow deep
Thanksgiving grows with a deep faith.
This small town will be our end
Don’t you know that these walls
See and tell, these vibrant facades
I saw you dance and fall
Trappings of a time old
To the blare of a song loud
I saw not the lips that pouted
Till they touched mine
November might have been cold
But my embers were kindled
And as the wind blew,
You and I closer drew
Till the walls no longer knew
The dance floor of lips
The perfect blend of the past
with the present
provides freedom to live
and explore every joy
life presents.
The new lacks flavor from experience,
but has exuberant energy;
the old has flavor and wisdom.
Breathe in deeply,
absorb the light
allow everything to blend
like colors on a canvas
and live.
4-13-2020
Enter the 'STRAND PICK 11,any theme,any form' Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
i reach to you
across spans of sea
my feathered touch
a gust of wind
bowing down
beneath
tips of waves
flushed
from setting sun
trickled tears
gathered in the froth
flow back to me
in trails of pain
etched of distance
i cannot elide
the salty mist
of your eyes
as i cry back
in whispered echoes
along the edges
of blanched shores
September 1. 2019
more muse scribbles inspired by CayCay's comment to my poem
V-iew is turning crimson,
E-rasing the cold dark night;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
O-pening the day with light.
N-ew dawn has broken,
I-t gladly bathes your heart,
C-omforting you with warmth,
A-s the shadows slowly depart.
H-aze and mist are gone,
U-nderneath the blue sky
D-ay thirteenth December
G-ives glow to your either eye.
E-vening chill has disappeared,
N-o more raindrops to fall;
S-unshine and hues show up to blend with the trees so tall.