Short Draughts Poems
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Automatic doors
let in people
and draughts automatically
As the darkness grows
the faces in the window
become more real
Kim James
8/1/96
Autumn teased red maple leaves
with draughts of flirtatious wind
Naked, the tree stood barren
Clothing, swept away
September 30th 2020
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The flavored fragrance of yesterday
Inter-weaved with the clouds of tomorrow
The sun drinking human fountains
As she dances within the yellow mystery
Spreading color across yonder draughts
Where the tongues of happiness reside
Five stones
school caps
pooh sticks
film flicks
short back
and sides
mangles
oil cloth
braces
plimsole
dripping
and toast
satchels
school milk
cut-throat
razor
coal fires
and draughts
From the silent lips
That birthed the nightmare
‘twas heard round the universe
The infamous speech ‘tis dusk
Fabricated insomnia’s silhouette
the hands of time living
In naked draughts of infancy
adorning the skylines
With theatrical chases
Fostering handsome fairings
meandering thoughts
dearest, loved friend calls out
after the human
meandering thoughts
a dearest, loving friend stalls
at the old human
meandering draughts
lonely, loving friend thirsty
watching them drink up
12/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
As leaves begin to plummet,
The sun subsides earlier, too.
The moon ascends humming
love songs.
With silvery sonatas of you.
Outside, the once warm winds,
have removed their seductive rapture.
Now in draughts, and cold winds.
I've become their desolate, lost
capture!
September 8, 2019
Bourbon; whisky- on the rocks,
Chased by draughts of Coke
Or was it lines sniffed from the clock-
Forgotten after several tokes?
Join the Clan of Ativan,
(Betrothed to one Ms. Lora Tab)
In vodka pools, serenely swam-
By many needles, duly stabbed
My Ecstasy for LSD,
In quiet dens of Opium
Magic Mushrooms picked for me-
And a sip of amber rum...
essence pure of all you are
luminous as angel stars
clearly tracked your soul flight
vast pensive universe delights
soul fragrance unlocked, opened
this heart fast closed, broken
breathing you in draughts refreshing
love's rich, soft web enmeshing
two into one; sweet perfume
satiates sense in your soul room
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 11, 2014
Thunder measures out the distance
between lightning flash, and you and me.
We are still together, though separately,
two birds on up-draughts, treading air.
It wouldn’t be fair to ask
"Where are you now?"
for you are here
and everywhere where I can lie
and hear the roll of thunder,
watch lightning tilting at the dark,
understand whatever tethers you to me
is the secret within the art.
Swayed I am by your sound taste
Amongst a sea of recluses
Against the hands of time we race
To stifle ignorance with nooses
Oh, how you stroke my rib cage
Laughter shaping countless voids
Revamping happiness for the age
Before they gambled ertswhile ploys
A heap of debris I'd be
Swept by carcinogenic draughts
Without you assured I'd seethe
A damn not given be it daft
Wings
Summer has come early this year
a Pieridae the shade of candle wax
suspending its journey, rests
against her open bathroom window.
Draughts from the west wind
replaces air from Northern chills,
a comfort in the heated water.
Squeezing her eyes half closed
body is veiled in a haze of steam;
sealed as though there’s no escape,
‘til curtains flutter as butterfly wings.
like her thoughts, ready for flight.
He told me
his last
real conversation was in
nineteen-fifty-five. And that was
thirty minutes
on the sidewalk
with an interested stranger.
Those that love him
respect his silence,
keep him to a fifteen word
maximum. That allows them
to get along. Silence is the juice
of that loving home.
He told me
how he dreamed of
lectures, long and
deep draughts
of speech.
He dreamed of
eyes bright with
the lights from his stage.
Come to the waters as they freely flow
from that vast life giving stream.
Drink many draughts of the water of life,
it is pure, refreshing and clean.
You need no containers to fill yourselves up,
this source is entirely free.
I guarantee that the contents are there,
to sustain every family!
So drink in abundance and drink your fill,
no drought will ever arise;
For the Master Controller will turn on the tap
when He hears your request from on high.
As I slowly climbed the stairs to bed
discrepant thoughts surge in my head.
For it would not be long before
my bedroom door
would slowly open
As it usually did;
an omen
of what would come.
Hot draughts of rancid breathing,
upon my neck;
which always reeked of beer,
or sometimes stale Darjeeling.
Then, subsequently sated;
It would slowly whisper in my ear;
"Unless you want
I see your little brother too,
Don't you go and tell your mother,
dear."