Short Daylights Poems
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Each day is a prize
Grab with smiles
For glorious daylights
As morning unfolds
Make anew
And view sunsets gold
July 17, 2019
Nightfall
Ravens shadow westward
twilight wings unfurl
daylights span receding
as darkness envelops the world.
Stephen (Stoic)
FAR IS SO THE VIEW
the view is far so
sunset perpendicular
horizon rises
capsizing daylights
submerged visions weather viens
far is so the view
10/29/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
DARKNESS HAS FLOWN DAYLIGHT SETS
The night has flown away;
Darkness has left;
Sun has blown it's rays;
Daylights awes sets ;
9/29/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
~~from anthology
God's Voice Nature's Calling"
Daylights colours
Sink into night
Our wonderful views earlier
Have drifted from sight
We awake to new dawns
As nature paints a new day
In our minds we applaud her
In every way
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
a rise O sun rise
midst the blue lit skies so rise
come now the daylights
~
rise silver moon rise
neath the midnight skies do rise
goodbye the days light
7/15/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Nightly dances with the Fae,
Oh how I long to get away,
From daylights suffocating grasp,
I dream the way to moonlights path.
There they are, such beauty is a treat,
The wicked Fae sweep me from my feet,
To forget about my long day,
And at long last forever dance among the Fae.
Great black clouds
Clot the blood-red sky,
Pink stained shadows
Where daylights go to die.
Candlelit processions
In valley ways awake,
Trickle waxen grief
Onto valley lake,
Threading bright the promise
Though choir has ceased refrain,
Holding back the night
That dawn should come again.
Rain has laid the leaves out beside its long dead tears.
The sidewalk is sick, slick with the drowned.
The war last night between all belief systems
and daylights harsh flush of reality - is over,
finally, there is peace beneath our feet,
as heads down,
we walk above the bone-hard truth of ourselves.
Daylight Saving time again.
I guess we have never
had to make egg sandwiches,
at 7a.m.
deep in the dead-eyed dark of night,
then run out of must have mayo,
drive to the edge of a pale-faced light
to bring some home
then crawl to work half-asleep
with an aching head.
and already punch-drunk,
from leaping when told to.
A thousand stars bore their pinpoint holes
into a centimeter of dark sky.
If that drifting cloud disappeared,
ten thousand more
would pierce through perception.
If we were to shift our sight
just one fingerbreadth away,
a universe might leap into our eyes,
and remain there,
to shine out,
in the brightest of daylights.
S uffer no more in this soundless night.
L eave all the trappings of your world behind.
E ase into comfort so softly it falls.
E ventual darkness as you begin to recall.
P osition your limbs as they begin to retire.
I llusions of daylights die out with the fire.
N ight has enveloped the walls all around.
G oodnight and dream sweetly until morning comes 'round.
You wrap yourself in a blanket of light
star sapphires in your hair
you own the essence of the night
your visage young and fair
rebukes the breaking of the dawn
recites a rolling rune
you yearn for evening to go on
alas the waning moon
portends the shredding
of your cloak
the points of light grow dim
you fail at daylights fatal stroke
your leaving is a hymn.
Form:
The shadow stood in daylights glare
and raised its face to the air
brothers sheltered in meekest corner
or under rock unturned
some dissolved in misty puddle
but others watched in wonder
as sunlight turned asunder
and beams recoiled from his form
Shadow hands joined
and myriads of shapeless born
raised eyes skyward
there thirst to see the morn
The shadows of the never gone
Are your thoughts still leading for poetry?
Do they leave the audience wanting more?
Or born thugs who hide them as a mystery.
Are your thoughts still leading for poetry?
Scare daylights out of them in memory.
Roaring a chainsaw as they reach your door.
Are your thoughts still leading for poetry?
Do they leave the audience wanting more?
Written: March 10, 2023
Daylight Saving time,
not many want or need it.
I guess some busy body
never had to make egg sandwiches,
at 7a.m. and then run out of mayo,
or crawl through traffic half-dead
with an aching head.
The living day lights;
half too dim, half too bright,
and in this clock-watching boxing ring
of a sleep-walking world
we are already punch-drunk,
from leaping when the light
is made to jump.
There was a moment, it flashed over us
like lightning at midday.
We should have looked away
but then the living daylights
transformed us
into two undying prayers.
Black cats in lightless rooms
communicated in Brail.
Our hearts danced
among the scattered bones
of fallen angels.
Our friends understood, we were done
with just living,
we were heaven-deep in love,
heads above the stars.
I haven’t seen her face in years;
I don’t care,
anymore.
Ever growing seldom knowing post psychotic womb dreams
arrive while I’m awake.
Ever present effervescent esoteric moonbeams
shine every time I make,
love.
A laugh erupts atop the stair.
Pink velvet pulse
beyond compare,
dress daylights breath
in cashmere flare
silk smooth.
The smile spreads
throughout the coach.
Weaves blinding threads
to frowning hosts
asleep.
A mirror moon stares out
from below a lake,
an eerie up-light
that should entrance the eye,
and yet
ghosts rarely do.
Above, a displaced luna glow
dreams in its dark cradle.
The earth is entombed,
a twilit cavern
for drifting phantoms,
between the between.
Insightful eyes behold,
the non-appearance
of all things.
Then as daylights glare returns,
doubt rises once more,
to confound the faithful.
Once it was colored an autumnal red
now it is a russet prop for the sunset.
The land has stacked evening around it,
a delving dusk has laid down years
of richly plowed shadows.
Within each cranny and niche,
each time-worn grain,
a soft twilight abides
even under daylights ferreting glare.
Seen against a late ebbing horizon
the barn blooms beyond its timbers,
it deftly fills-in the blush
of any half-painted sky.
Just One Breath
Grinding wheels, silenced by midnights rest.
Once more, soft magenta washes over
a heinous planet.
Dreams replace daylights foreboding,
bringing peace, if even for just one breath.
Briefly free, presidents and paupers
imagine rainbows settling the noise below.
All night, the painter reveals
the path through the storm.
All night, the poet saves the truth,
for just one breath,
just
…one breath
I deleted your number
It's not the first time.
I had too
The pain was unbearable, I couldn't pretend anymore
The feelings were factual
But I wonder if they were mutual
I have no reverse tab that I can just click
And erase some things
And untie some strings
Or revive the rings
Maybe the memories dont torture me as much as the future
You see, I still dream of us together
Should I save my......our daylights
Or should I let the dark hover on until one day...........
...or never