Short Fitful Poems
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Blessed slumber, revival of the being nightly repose
Fitful, restless haunting nightmares, staring at the moon and stars
Bag less upright morning never stimulation needed
A new candle flickers and grows
Yet its flicker is fitful
Soon it will flicker and fade
Between its flickers
its legacy’s made
ENERGY
old tree standing bare
fitful workings underneath
grizzly bear asleep
what the earthworm hears
a mighty boiling nether
blue sky sunshine
level plane
sky forest asleep
mighty roiling beneath
who is this shadow
who haunts my fitful sleep?
who renders me awake at night
and brings my heart to weep...
who is this forsaken
who's exiled from my life?
who bears bitter memories
creates nothing but strife
black sky chill runs to the bone
as I shudder from the pain
fitful sleep in bed alone
a face without a name
a vision soft in morning's light
the memory soon forsaken
the one I want to hold so tight
is gone when I awaken.
For what is pride but an ego's false facade
Greed a fallow field of need
Lust a liars claim of love
Wrath a harbinger of hate
Gluttony a beggars fitful dream
Envy a failures silken cloak
Sloth an active acquiescence
Form:
Fitful gusts
Occasional thunderstorms
Sunless cannonades
Refreshing breezes
Little gusts
Interesting seedpods
Violent lusts
Emotional whirlwinds, mistrust
Strong misgivings
7/6/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Working Woman
The little wren hen is in a fitful mood
From scurrying all day in search of food.
The journey is dangerous in a world so rude
Yet she dares provide for her waiting brood.
Observations of a wren hen from my porch.
Copyright 2019
temperature cold
inside this room
no moon tonight
darkness looms
shadows creep
across my dreams
fitful rest
for me it seems
shadows from
a recent time
fantasy plagues
memories remind
how much time
before it fades
thoughts of you
and yesterday
While fitful, impetuous, tears force to submissive dirge
an enshrouded grey shadow within mine afflicted heart.
In ghastly, pallid emptiness; beguiling Azrael does cajoles.
"Ah, Tis only, immolation that can enchant and subdue Azrael."
2/19/2020
like rambunctious boys at play
clouds drift across the moon
masking its face in mystery
light given and then gone to soon
this fitful little summer storm
playing ticks whilst lovers swoon
we know it can not hide for long
our secret charm, the summer moon
4/8/13
Nostalgia hides within the hopes
Of the present
Sours as it passes
Tucks itself into cerebral
Alleyways
Lingers in fitful dreams
Grows as it ripens
Ignites the trembling torch of
Ageing's adolescence
12/1/2020
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There it goes again,
off into a tantrum,
hurling blow upon blow
of breakers against the rocks,
tearing itself apart
into a fitful foam
of rage.
Come tomorrow,
or the next, it will calm down
to a gentle lapping
of the pier, flicking out
a watery tongue
like a child
licking a poppsicle
as if nothing
had happened.
Four dead Jesuits,
now confirmed as child
molesters, but when alive
these monsters’ crimes,
were covered in
obfuscation.
And when they passed,
were the Last Rites recited
and are they buried
in sanctified grounds?
May their rest be as
unrestful as their
victims lives and
and the fitful sleep
of their confessors.
Quote: Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. - Roger Miller
As
Sun rose
To new dew
On humid day,
With raised fluffy tail
A three striped palm squirrel
Endlessly cried 'chip chip chip'
Fitful at gladly chirping birds
The spring's first rain had sprinkled such joy
That squirrel wanted it all for himself.
Falling through a sea of confusion
Tumbling about between here and there
Strange objects in the swirling tide
Of some peculiar figures I am aware
Hoping this moment will quickly end
What is this dream, this strange affair...
A memory, as breaking dawn is here at last
Fitful, tangled, the mood of this day is cast
I’m Alive!!!
Hot pink buds bursting
On happy limbs;
Plate size Iris wave “hello.
Sparrow bumps perching,
Salivating for seeds, and then
That sweet smell of spring perfume
Brushes my forehead.
Joyful squirrels dart and dive
In free and fitful play.
Lizards linger for a little while
All on a sunny morning
I’m Alive!
Besieged
by Michael R. Burch
Life—the disintegration of the flesh
before the fitful elevation of the soul
upon improbable wings?
Life—it is all we know,
the travail one bright season brings ...
Now the fruit hangs,
impendent, pregnant with death,
as the hurricane builds and flings
its white columns and banners of snow
and the rout begins.
I woke the other day
From a fitful dream
Covered all in sweat
I awoke with a scream
Looking all around
I couldn't see a thing
I couldn't feel her touch
I couldn't hear her sing
Right at that moment
I knew she was gone
She left me a note
Then left before dawn
I read every word
And all that she said
Thanks for the memories
I wish you were dead
April, you fetch flowers of spring to rise;
Lacing in verdant green and fruit to reap.
Gardens seed bloom, whist bees and butterflies
Saunter by tippling passion nectar deep.
Renew daytime length increase leaden skies
Whist nighttime length decreasing; fitful sleep.
4/22/2020
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On a dreadful drizzly evening
Traffic light turns yellow to red
No time for weaving, dreaming
You whirl in your car instead
Till you see a man begging for bread.
You call him a slob on the street
As he looks fitful, but fit as can be
Not taken by his trick or treat
You tap your pedal aiming to flee
Till you look in the mirror, and let it be.
August 7, 2017
Maria Josephine is our seventeenth nanny
They cannot take it
They can’t!
Junior has colic
He cries and he rants
He is a horrid little creature
Except when he is asleep
But that is fitful
His sleep is never lengthy or deep
She will leave us too,
They rarely stay later than a day
In the mean time I will get a bit of rest
For I am the mama who dares not run away.
staccato repetition reverberating in his ears
The rattle and the spinning flicker lights
Is it all a ploy to break him in his weakened sleepless state
A way to make him grab the bars and talk?
The kitten sits and wonders at the diapered prisoner’s fate
For a feline fitful second then she walks
Away to find some other things to do
Cruelty and torture is really nothing new
Falling into a fitful sleep
I tossed and turned throughout the night
writhing in agony
I was battling with my inner demons
My husband woke up
and could see I was troubled
he put his arm round my waist to comfort me
I breathed in deeply
quivered
then let out an enormous fart
my inner demon had finally been released
oh what a relief!
10/20/18
My bones and my brains are developing rust,
I'm pumping the handle but, it’s spitting out dust
Rain clouds mumbled, and they just kept going
Unfurled my sails but the wind ain’t blowing
I was pissing and moaning in a fitful rage
But the dried up tears left a wrinkled blank page.
The things I start always end up panned,
As my pen sits still, stagnant in my hand.