Short Fretted Poems
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He fretted some how, her name to disclose
This lass with a scent as sweet as a rose
Not such a hard task
He just had to ask
So the answer was right under his nose!
She
rides the
slow slide of
her guitar blues
knife ‘gainst fretted strings of pain and pleasure
with hours to kill on train of love in vain
fields of fireflies
find their groove -
songstress
burns
My friend’s lying in bed with six strings attached
Yearning for a bond with my calloused fingers,
Gazing at my hands so dull and detached,
Glued to the ceiling while his butt lingers.
Days passed by and his fretted bridge was snatched,
Snatched by some hands of some sick soulless singer.
The shrewd gulls fretted and flew,
veered inland to avoid the storm.
Some strutted over spiky rocks,
others flew low over the sea,
occasionally swooping into the cold
rough sea below, foraging
for tasty salty fish.
But when the storm was over,
they just flew up and ventured
to blustery pastures new.
Grunttenly I fretted the krakening;
Asthe ship dawns the horizon;
Burtworthy emplosions grafting;
Microrations gobblestone variants;
Up holding yon populats;
Ole!! thy fellows freddled Vogonian;
Banquish thessalonian squall;
4/20/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Shedding of leaves
Every flower fading
Petals drooping
Temperatures declining
Early morning mists
Moments of weak sunlight
Birds chirping uneasily
Each day with winter on its way
Red,yellow and brown leaves
Fruits in need of gathering
Acres shorn of their golden wheat
Limpid waters fretted with thin ice
Lots of leaves in heaps
Summer now but a memory.
Pretend Marriage
As kids we'd chalk a house plan on the street
and pretend to be grown up families, parroting
what we saw in our parents raising us, their kids.
We smoked cigarettes and had happy hour at night.
We entertained our friends and drank and fretted.
The women gossiped and we husbands talked work.
We all grew bored and decided to never grow up.
Rain erased the chalk but we'd glimpsed our futures.
Bachelor Day
It was father’s day he got up early and
drink coffee near the phone just in case
his daughter rang.
Then it was afternoon and he must have
fallen asleep and he fretted if the phone
had rung and he hadn’t heard it.
He went into the kitchen but left the living
room door open, he had a ham sandwich
which he ate by the phone.
It was now evening and she was not ringing
how could she a product of his wishes,
childless man, she was a figment of your dreams.