Short Fleets Poems
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mozzie squadron fleets
roaring overhead in droves
dive to ear in waves
scream whining hisses so loud
that my swipes beats my brains out
Eyes meet, hearts greet, sweet time with her fleets, our parting words are tears replete.
21-Dec-2018
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Roots,roots and roots of trees,
Fleets of roots like feet of trees,
If all the roots become trees,
Where is route to live free?
If all the roots become trees,
The Seas to come water free!
Hirosimizing,
Nagasaki impacts,
Atomic bombing pejors.
Scary scabs began,
Debris of recoil doomsday,
Fetus fleets on their way out.
Mushroom cloud embeds,
Tympanic torn by air blast,
This atrocity noted.
The bond of hearts in fervor
Arranges love to continue the silver
Fleets of night, the time is right
We have wandered the trenches of life
Garnering distant prose to capture headlines
Flowers flown by the seagulls of change
Movements emerge suddenly
Their thrust an unknown settling
Grave is where you lie
Remembering who you are
Attributes you instilled in me, guided fleets
North Star
Dedicated soldier
Fought in World War II
Agonizing pain from cancer
Tried to hold on to you
Home back to God you went
Eternally peaceful as can be
Respectfully loving all you were for me
THE GRAND OLD DUKE OF YORK
The grand old Duke of York’s fleets
Had ten thousand men
Who all had problems with public toilet seats
Again and again and again.
When they were up, they were up;
And when they were down, they were down;
And when they were only halfway up
You knew the Duke had left town.
season
rolls on
hot days’
blaze strays
blue sky
clouds fly
hued scene
fleets in
awesome
autumn
grass few
dons dew
ground calls
bronze falls
trees own
bare crown
leaves wilt
lose lilt
they fold
film gold
rustling
leaves sing
fall song
prolongs
golden
garden
Monet
display
With her garment glittering as gold
Skyscrapers scrubbing and scrapping the sky
Fleets of steels moving into her spine
In her womb, is the abode for the affluence
Echoes of stubborn bar beach
Hallowing the expatriates
Across my nose are the moving ship
In my eyes are bustling buses
there i screamed,
Victoria, Victoria an island in Lagos
Form:
On drowsy hamlets mobile hordes descend,
From tight-lipped forests rises a babel.
Wanderlust is to distant wonders sent,
As fleets of long-haul birds skyward rumble.
Where massed footprints to virgin lands extend,
And sights are packaged for all to sample,
Coy beauties in nature’s bosom held dear
From between heaven and earth disappear.
Woman Holding Seed as the MAN FLEEDS- A Haiku
magical spring love
a pregnant, dazed woman looks
betrayed by the man
~
whom impregnated
her, dazed hurt and confused so
still says child not his
~
9 months wintertime
in December birth woman
cries this baby’s yours
2/15/23
Written words© by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
First bursts of brightness
Is not at all politeness
Trying to catch more z's
The light buzzes like bees
The louder the brightness beats
The quieter the nap fleets
Forced to make a move
My body will surely disapprove
But up, up, and away I must go
What the day brings whose to know
Journeying towards the early day I face
Morning blues cease with each new pace
TOMORROW REARS YESTERDAY
When life challenges sway us aback
With horizons of tomorrow seem plague
We seek answers that never come
While hope fleets us inwardly
And we grief motherly
Forgetting life’s worth definitions
I open an album of memories instead
To reprint the direction of the next step
Because challenges are the charcoals
That furnace my will of living.
A con artist scurries
In white shadows
Fickle grooves she casts
In sequences
Imprinted by vainglory
Swift she fleets
Veiled with scars that
Were sequin rich
She spoke of ideologies
Subdued by violet myths
Exuding colorful flavors
Of classic deception
Her tattoos spelled
the wistful vowels of sin
Vexed by the onslaught
Of egregious inceptions
In my hometown, there lies a street,
A buzzing, busy city street,
Where cars speed forward in roaring fleets
Toward places to be and people to meet.
And on this street lies a bouquet,
A busty, bountiful bouquet.
Next to the cracking curb, it lays
And braves the the traffic of midday.
And the bouquet has leaves of red,
A lustful, lively, bloody red.
It's sad such life will soon be dead,
Crushed by our killer tire treads.
Vendors ready,
About an hour til start,
Year plus of prep,
It's no walk in the park
Creative drive in full speed,
Every situation plants a seed,
Networking channel in high demand,
Without it small guys fall in quick sand
Alive with the childhood glow
Proud of their fleets, it's shows,
Displays plotted to attract consumers
One showcase highlights Honeymooners,
The goal is to break even,
No instructions, just play the game Steven..
Form:
Weeping waters flow;
Down the brook;
Rubbing against the rocks;
In so it looks;
A leafily tree;
Winds has it waving at me;
Kissing are the cool autumn breeze;
O' did I mention;
The lavender intentions;
Radiant aroma scented appeased;
Wind shaken;
The calmness fleets goodbyes;
Calming blue-purple royal skies;
Weeping waters flow;
Down the brook;
Rubbing against the rocks;
In so it looks;
Cuckooland
You are miles from your origin
Existing in a pine box
Your only company is
The quarell between tick and tock
Controled in your place by
Unseen minutes and time
Freedom is sparse
Yours and mine
Your view never alters
Except for night and day
You dont sleep in that dark time
In the light , time fleets away
Your voice is stiffled
By a blind clock makers hand
And just like us humans
You will never understand
When The Love Is Honest
When the love is honest, it's a clear spring,
Reflecting truth in every ripple's gleam.
A sturdy oak that weathers every sting,
Roots deep in the soil of mutual esteem.
It's an open book with pages pure,
No ink of lies to mar its pristine sheets.
A lighthouse beam, unwavering and sure,
Guiding ships through stormy heartbeat fleets.
When love is honest, it's a golden key,
Unlocking hearts, setting spirits free.
blue eyes
watching me
my golden eyes
watching you
blue eyes
blue eyes
burning like fire
blue eyes
of shining stars
blue eyes
armies and fleets
falling to your power
falling to the power of your
blue eyes
your blue eyes
are the sacker of cities
cities full of villains
and broken spirits
your blue eyes are watching
as men and women flee
from burning, falling buildings
they flee before the power
of your blue eyes
Waves crash down each day by day
As fishing boats dare make their way
The village square, by dawn, now quiet
as endless waves, with rocks, play riot
Then hustle and bustle, taunting streets
With men and boys from fishing fleets
Children scamper, scurrying, scream
While women weighing fish they clean
When midday sun offers no retreat
And cobblestones lie hushed with heat
Siesta silence creeps into town
Except where waves come crashing down
The story of our past
Engulfs the future of our present
Kleidoscope lens zooms at star speed
Flames left from frozen mouth bender
As seagull glides new treetop defender
Archers of embassy packed in heat
Hips to knees the october feast glee
Breaking free to shatter time piece
All crows congregate a started belief
This next crack coincides together
Heart luminous, fleets to heaven
Chartering new age of diamond soul
Clamoring from waves that break the toll
A beloved friend enticed my senses
Appeasing whines with tasteful tunes
Awakening amour at heights of suspense
To serenade me as spry I shall swoon
Euphonies swallowed my bones
Delighted be I to ever have found
Divine obscure ways to atone
Ghastly memories quite profound
Triumph has monopolized tribulation
Along hollow skylines nimble she fleets
Colloquies spewing frost shan't stand elite
Taunted be grief by elimination
An hour ago
At the embassy
Fleets of steels sighing
Protracted protocols prying
Exodus of seekers of greener pastures murmuring
Hanging hangars rusting and resting
Busy bees bullying deterioration
Officials posses with officialdom
Cabs crowing
Heads heavy with thoughts
Eyes lacerated with tears
Wives in sack-cloths
Sympathizers gulped down dry gins
As the blue bird landed from the air,
The remnant of his remains
Descended from above
Musa,
Butchered in the street of London
Awoh Awoh
Form:
I still recall when life was slow
In quaint and little towns,
But now my own, which I best know,
In noise and tantrum drowns.
When but a boy, I could walk free
Along the quiet streets,
Where flowers donned each house and tree.
How fast all beauty fleets!
Today, the dragon-like great beast
Of progress on attack
Disturbs and kills shy nature’s feast:
I want her silence back.
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