Short Circulating(A) Poems

Kinetic energy
Circulating in my being
Awaiting the expulsion...

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messy squirrel nest high in an oak tree
raven hawk circulating
new babies eyes are shut...

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The suspense is tension filled and circulating
which makes the right answer rapturously vibrating....

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Circulating fear, 
          spiritual retreat, 
           sepulchral silence, 
      manifestations of the soul...

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Bring me closer, my heart to your heart, my breath to yours, like wind through fallen leaves, but two winds circulating into themselves....

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Scottish poet Allan Ramsay
a bookseller by trade in his day
He established the first circulating library
penning poems therein to have his say...

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My heart is so beating now
Rushing blood circulating
My life is subject to how
My behavior evaluating

6/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
QUATRAIN...

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Wind
gentle, breezy
cooling, caressing, comforting
touch, air, slap, upheaval
attacking, circulating, destroying
brutal, hurtful
tornado






8/12/2022
Dazzling Dizzy Diamante...

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subdued are the pass
circulating prime suspect
man is innocent 

~

until if and when
he be proven truly wrong
till then he's guilty



10/2/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2021...

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burst of rapid energy
voluptuous curves of
your flirting innocence
angels intoxicated by the
patrons of branded love
dance in the mouth of a
surreptitious storm
witnessing the loud past
of a circulating wind
we are making
our bed...

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bright azure blue sky
cold, crisp air circulating
snow lies crustily
winter resists death struggle
no stopping boys sleigh riding

written January 23, 2022
entered "Bite Size No. 33" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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My ribcage is like a conch shell
where you can press your ear
against my narrow chest 
where the music of the ocean tides
meet the songs of the mermaids
flowing and circulating
through my heart made of ocean water
and my breastplate made of coral reefs...

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What do you own? anything at all?
In reality nothing is owned neither big nor small 
The items you cherish and think are yours 
Are really just loaners for as long as life endures
You can take nothing with you of course that's obvious
Possessions have their own life forever circulating to a new audience...

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weather - cold
I - old
trees - to bed
nose - red
head - aches
pumpkin - bakes
weather - worse
autumn verse

NB: this is my loose translation of the following German poem circulating online.

Wetter: kalt
Ich: alt
Laub: bunt
Nase: wund
Kopf: Schmerzen
Abends: kerzen
Winter: in sicht
Herbstgedicht...

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They come in like birds.
Slipping through the walls.
Others like to perch on the stalls.
Handbags and purses, clutched to their chests,
The rest circle round, eyeing their culprits.
Some squawk and wave at people they think they know.
The leaders stand over their roost,
Circulating snapshots of a perfect life....

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phantom purr, fantasy fur
obscurity occurs;
matchbox rattlesnake
roulette universe stirring the milkshake.
hitching the horizontal,
words play the stars.
street signs become platonic,
particle dust becomes my sunset
on the narcotic checkered floors.

circulating rotten taste,

secrecy keeps transmitting awake......

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Maternal maidens modestly make miracles
Incubating infants into incarnation
Loyally loving laundering life
Completing consciousness crowns, circulating
Fortuitous freedom, forgiving
Enlarged egocentric expulsions
Boundlessly boiling beseeching brothers
Preventing planetary peace
Wisely Worship women with wholeness......

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Spring has sprung
And we are won!

No cold or frostbite, 
But dew holds tight. 

Circulating air, 
Breeze fare. 

Blossoming plants
All bright slants. 

Growth exists, 
Beauty consists. 

Blizzards gone,
Winter’s long!

Open necks, 
Hit the decks! 

Perspective, 
Elective. 

Dialect loved, 
Speciation beloved....

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A green chaplain to trees
nurtures Her root systems
and dancing
prancing branches

Preaching
reaching deeply
into shared 0-soul trunks,
circling spinal enthusiastic core

Breathing 
circulating annual rings
of growing communion

Potential win/win performance
musing resonance
amusing musical engagement,
brilliant resilience....

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I'm the dark
 getting my heart 
He whom is the light
I shine the light
 circulating within my veins
 it rains
the blood of Christ 
I'm alive by the kiss the Breath of God 
yet chosen
 I am a child of his mouth
A golden soul 
chosen slowly I live my rise...
 I am humanity


9/30/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021/...

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Passing the Moon

Flies the wicked witch

Over the White House

Squatting on broom stick


Casting a spell 

Vigorously stirs the pot

Abracadabra 

Collusion it's not


Behind bars

Disciples pay the price

For the love of money

They are the sacrifice


In this witch hunt

Circulating Capitol Hill

It's the Salem trials

All over again...

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Many a molded
Processed to print
A solid metal melted
Embodying an image
The head or the tail
Circulating the condition
Which will prevail when given
Spare some change makes sense
Are the pennies being well spent
To drop less is better to drop none
How much is too much for someone
A cent or a dollar money is life
The unclean of the mint
This form of green provides...

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There's a world out there
Of friends and strangers
Fixer uppers-rearrangers
Chasing windmills-making sounds
Circulating hope around
Shining on a cloudy day
Sometimes they just get in my way
I'm caught up in my retrograde
Conscious of the choices made
Skipping stones on a drybed creek
Feeling sorry,feeling weak
Doubting that it's just a phase
But counting on some better days...

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A few have claimed to be the real Billy the Kid, but I doubt very much that to be so.
It seems that similar rumors are now circulating regarding the death of Timothy Treadwell.
Many now claim that he staged his death to raise funds for the cause he believed in.
Why can't these vile people just let him rest in peace. Such vicious rumors are truly a sin.

In Defense of The Grizzly Man...

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Black is my ink
Black my pain
Dark must be thoughts now
Dense this tress must be
Night has anyway put on
A sketch of my darker lines
How shall now I write 
A poem of my darkness amidst black night
This ink too has submerged its blood
Like my thin ink
Circulating in my  dark veins
Who shall now read this dark volume,
Shall I open my crimson artery
To pen down thy tale
And my of my vale....

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