Short Clamoring Poems
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Solemn cry full minds
beget ever soul spirits
can we intertwine?
global conscious clamoring
all abiding Noble truths
grating sky noises
elongated screechy scream
clamoring airplane
destroying silence
threatening my peace of mind
in flight path daily
113
Could peace beckon
Calling from the
Ocean depths
On wind with
Regrets
Outside
Us all
Clamoring
To come from
Behind and bite
My tale
frigid clamoring
daunting spoils winter's winds snow
winter flowing breeze
2/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
ghosts and spirits
ancestral entities
clamoring around new baby
delighted with her, all excited
thrilled to be invited
to a family christening
at the family church
Id
greedy, primal
starving, seeking, clamoring,
impulsive, wild, mild, deliberative,
prohibiting, sanctioning, tempering,
sangfroid, equanimity,
Superego
thoughts pounding
echoing loudly inside my brain
feelings hammering
clamoring tinges of this pain
a facade that slips
its anchoring clips
strength that's feigned
a tin heart, that's dangling from
a braided chain
Flowing freely your ebony hair
like the night sky
scattering fragrance
my heart clamoring in my chest
like a storm you triffle with it
your pristine glance
like a feast when you smile
my thoughts disturbed
my breath like opium
it drives me mad
Flowing freely your ebony hair
like the night sky
scattering fragrance
my heart clamoring in my chest
like a storm you triffle with it
your pristine glance
like a feast when you smile
my thoughts disturbed
my breath like opium
it drives me mad
Stillness sweeps horizontally, then
Swells vertically. It is zero below
South wind meshes with north wind; it
Sends us clamoring for feathers of goose, we're
Secluded in layers. Closer and closer we seek
Somebody; a lover, next of kin, The Mighty Comforter.
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Hurl the applecart
of crimson corruption
deep into a vortex
that whirs remorseless
and grinds to carbon
the bellowing chaos
spewed by mortals
voracious for victims.
Dread not the tremors
and tumult of wraiths
clamoring with poison fangs
to devour the light.
During a many troubled times we see,
A few brave souls who dare to speak.
They have the courage to stand up tall.
To resist the crowds clamoring calls.
To not be silenced and just go along.
Now I shall leave you with this missive.
It takes the same courage to sit and listen.
A fallow tree stump
ritualized by the empty
Bath of Salvation
creeping painfully as if
thrown by the wayside
The retort of schoolchildren
smoothed by the evenness
of taken innocence
Arisen from a fruitless slumber
Clamoring for the germane
but destined to be wholly
irrelevant
Long languid days and sultry nights
Speckled starlight of unreachable heights
Spellbound and I but a traveler be
Cast asunder on a cosmic sea
No sail, no compass, and no course
Rendered helpless by this invisible force
My clamoring heart the only sound
Lost in love and destiny bound
Whisper
When the world shouts
With exaggeration
Desperate for validation
Falsehoods infused in a sham of sound
Quiet the clamoring lies of
Idolatry - when you
Speak truth to me
Whisper
4/22/23
Writing Challenge - W Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
the syllable count was verified on howmanysyllables.com
levity
brevity
amorous
glamorous
dreamily
steamily
rapidly
happily
carefully
gracefully
hammering
stammering
clamoring
yammering
merrily
verily
quackery
hackery
rendez-vous
mountain dew
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 9, 2019 for contest SCREWED XX sponsored by ROB CARMACK - RANKED 14TH
Stick figures
In shadows running dominoes
Savoring the synopsis
of the multitudes clamoring
Against the forces stripped of gratitude
Hearing the voices of death choirs singing loudly
Silent bogus is the boogie dancing in the streets dire
Animated conglomerate
3/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 3022
So like a horizon that bests the night with graying elder clouds strewn about the play but ear the cornrows for brustling sounds sound it out, the daylit crown, but sun peaks through this marble sour it is not, it peaks with willows that shelter vapid clamoring suits that strut the stomping grounds but in the sky it is, the cloudy day marble a truth has been.
Their ships must ride
a rolling sky,
masts too high to sail into view.
They appear, board the land,
they buccaneer.
The clamoring mob
fall upon a scuttling prey
pluck the weakest
into hungry holds.
An eye-aye cocked and ready,
they raid and maraud
as only
treasure seekers can.
The gulls are here
and for a while
sea and land broil.
the air erupting
with mutinous calls.
Meenie was clamoring against higher prices of milk
My Sullivan hit a clinker he was not of that ilk
Sullivan screeched a lot
My Meenie shot her bolt
And both in revolt ate turnips artichokes and silk
Meenie= my pet female cat
Sullivan=my pet simian ghost
Cold dark and still as death
A place in my soul that I enslave
Thoughts so primitive, raw, and grave
Hold them back, never to see the light of day
For chaos would ensue
Clamoring to escape the bonds I’ve forged
Imprisoned forever in the deep
Hear them whisper in the night
Tempting me with ecstasy
Nay say I, never to embrace
Neither the wicked nor the damned
A price too high my soul to pay
Forever this is held at bay
Flim Flam
the hero man
sold his story
and away he ran
From Hanoi to DC
before swamps could be drained
karma would catch him
and rot out his brain
But the damage was done
in the Great Halls of power
as his bombs of war
the whole world did scour
So what is now left
when the hero has faded
same as it was
a nation all jaded
Clamoring to praise
what was clearly a fool
a spoiled near despot
the ultimate tool.
(8/25/2018)
That Phil Collins 80's ballad,
Playing over in my head
Clamoring with thoughts of you and her,
And the sharing of your bed
Damn that thoughtful gift I'd sent,
Intent to helping you sleep better
But now, oh how alluring
The scent enticing her to enter
Your claim that "we have separate lives"
Permits your feelings true, to hinder
So, did you wash the bed sheets clean
Or does the lavender field still linger?
Jan 30, 2021
Arising in me
are the voices
of two different
worlds.
One calls for closeness_____
with
its rise of
passion and gentle decline.
The other calls for
distance
without voices clamoring
for attention.
Ears that are yet
weary of
human sounds
and physical closeness.
Distancing from vespers,
It calls up pain________
not understanding____to
weary to ask.
Just needing space
to heal,
Space that honors
what is!
Form:
My sexuality
Was like a hidden treasure
Hunted by the many pirates of the sea
All clamoring
to unlock the golden chest
Their keys had trouble
some to small,
some too long,
some to short,
some tried to pick with their fingers,
But one key held by the daughter of Adam and the son of Eve
Fit just perfectly
I was perplexed as to how I opened so freely
But I had no trouble,
Just release,
I came to see
The Climax of this
Story lie in me