Short Breezed Poems
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dawn so shines the sun
warm breezed summer not Autumn sun
autumn flowers bloom
10/9/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Craving Skinny dip
breezed to the stream on full moon
stripping emerged out
stream dry as rock, my wish died
check water before you strip.
My man Kenny breezed through five marriages
Certainly not unscathed but with a few blemishes
They certainly cost him
Much to his chagrin
But to me he's still a big star with lots to cherish
Here lies the remains of old Ethel Carter
she breezed through life as a prolific farter
With a tremendous force she passed her last
departing this world saying ‘life's been a blast’
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9/14/18
Just like you I wanted to sing
Just like you I wanted to bling
I don't know why I wanted to be just like You
Just like you I breezed Throigh life
Just like you I picked up a knife
Just like you I started fights
And just like that me just like you was gone
Form:
Not by any trite window
Tensed, framing worry
Its oft serene onlooker;
Life's; through Memory.
Accordingly is brought up
The clear distinction
Twixt today's world, all feel more
Obligated to
And that brighter faced, breezed through;
With heart's free action.
Robin,
like last leaf
of autumn,
clings
to a velvet
rose. Ah,
such a lovely
scene, from painted
prose of God,
the Unseen-
of which thru his artwork
reminded me of
a child
holding sweet mama,
‘til he was being
breezed away
into manhood, by the thrilling
wings of her olden days.
In Memorium
Day 1:
TODAY
Today a great man died
So many people cried
His grand legacy strides
Today both love and fate
Breezed past the weary gate
A homeward winging date
Today an era grooms
Ample boom to fill rooms
Despite this sad sad gloom
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 March 2015
Singapore
Bubbles blowing in the wind
Moving in the air
Flowing in the water's capsule blend
Breezed translucent spears
With air covered with water flying suspicious
All around me bubblicious
And when I run out of the solution soap extinguished
Mommy can we use the soap we use for the dishes
8/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
"The planted snakes are venomous!"
Warned q caller anonymous
"Anaconda size enormous!"
Their state with Death synonymous
Thus, price to pay not enormous...
And decision unanimous:
All pleas for ' Mercy Blasphemous',
None to try The Eponymous
Named he had Twelve Thousand Dollars,
Necks causing to wet starched collars
Planted snakes for easy money:
When cops soon breezed in, not funny
When shackled by wind
and breezed by balance to mend
Grip the wealth that life's garden grows
And smell the unknowns the nose not knows
Hear zesty colors in rhyming dance
And see bountiful beauty from musical chance
Be in this moment to crisp the crunch
Silence packs a thunderous punch
Harvest the taste, this freedom life that melts
And feel as though you're on your way to someplace else
In this time of my need,
I dream about
those Harmattan-breezed stories
you left unsaid on my skin,
for you were so dreaded by the thought
that your light may come alive from its slumber,
that I may reflect and echo you.
And I am whispering now,
repeating the song of your beating heart,
before you could also withdraw your touch,
and say: rather stay blind than to face with these all.
I unbound my hair...
To
My Beloved,
My Silky body turns fragile,
My long Brown Hair grows its white,
My Face will birth wrinkles,
My Eyes fade their bright,
My Smile would be empty
My life without light,Yet,
My Heart shall remember,You!
My Most Handsome Knight.
My Heart shall remember You,
the softest Sweet Wind which
breezed throught my days,
and rocked me ,at Night.
My Heart shall remember You!
with every Crystal, Shooting Star Sight.
Charma
seen through like a map
of the underground,
a perfect web of red and blue;
we are easily observed,
heads filled with empty plains
or bellies of pig lust,
so let me, at least, serve you
as a bottle of milk warming on
a doorstep as pigeons wake
or as a bomb-site mirror
forgotten and brick eyed with dust,
breezed by a newspaper in flight;
unnoticed, I fail to reflect the truith,
a stranger passing a glass door,
myself alone, a face of age
wide awake, wide alive
but i feel so dead inside
cant shake this feeling
i did alright, i did ok
breezed through the
rest of my day
all i have is night
all night
darkness squeezed tight
every night is a fight
the war is raging
come to me
belive in me
hold me close now
rescue me
free me
don't ever let me go now
i've been ok
i've been alright
the dawn is almost in sight
i look to you
you are my redeemer
Beneath the shady breezed kissed stock,
The mind takes stock and looks for thee,
My thee, my love, my heartbeat’s clock,
The ticking clock I cannot see.
The passing hour that moves too slow,
So slowly turn the hands of time,
And like wild thyme on winds doth blow,
Love blows the breeze of sweet sublime.
Upon the breeze, I hear thy voice,
Oh, sweet thy voice that calls the flame,
Thy flame that makes my heart rejoice,
Rejoicing love within thy name.
Form: Wreathed Quatrains
Why I took him back.....after all that hurt
Why i've had a change of heart
Thou this one I wanted to dart
I did not want history to steal this art
So I opened the curtain and let the light in, which took more than a glance
Then I proceeded to open the window to let the fresh air dance
After opening the window, the birds and butterflies came in, couldn't miss a chance
The scent of the fresh flowers breezed in without tense
And there I sat smiling at the skies, pure with romance
If I ever knew this day would come
when my muse stops showing up
and words stop flowing through,
I would have breezed upon each chapter
all these breaths l feel for you.
If I ever knew our bench would once be empty,
Creases vanish from my coat
Our peach tree lies unaccompanied ,
and Spring-gardens will turn cold.
If I ever knew a night would come
where I stopped counting stars
in the jazzy sky so blue ...
I would have stopped the time in yester's arms,
and whispered , I love you.
He breezed in after a whirlwind tour of the local pubs.
Feeling muggy, he drifted up the stairs like a silent mist,
but was greeted with an isobar across the back of the head.
An icy stare froze him to the spot, followed by a maelstrom of words
that bounced off the walls, pounding him like giant hailstones.
Then fighting against a hurricane he slipped in a pool of hate
He glanced up to see her chest swelling, then with an avalanche
Of abuse she predicted a cold front coming in…