Short Glances Poems
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Friar of dark night
sullen glances brief broadcast
the unholy moon
Emerges from shadows loom
hidden clues to Satori
words like maple syrup
glances of waterfall dew
sunbathing in the rain
tumbling with love
18th August 2021
Jean-Honore Fragonard
with paint was quite a card
Cheeks & bosoms all had a place
in sidelong glances in passionate embrance
The chimes reveling above,
flush with high-spirits, considering
The dolorous toll of the bells
below, met with knowing glances
twilight glances mid
horizon dances sunrise
peek a boos skylights
1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Glances dart serious, flutter-mysterious, loll deleterious
~ Secrets clandestine, in silence predestined, love's tremolos blessed in
Fleeting, floating
Flavored words
As she flashes
Beauty in her lashes
Fighting, Flirting
Flawless gaze
Glances in the clashes
Whips in your lashes
Form:
The steady beat of rain on my head
I glance at the sidewalk
It glances at me
bone dry as can be ~
Are we alive or dead, verily
I notice you casually crossing to the other sidewalk
sly underhanded glances with your pinched lips ~
a biped's loud silent growl that says don’t come near me
Rain pummels my soul
beast holds dear, weakening me
Looks of anguish, anger me
Impatience runs through
as their dejected glances
burn. I am weak in their eyes.
Glances meeting changing lives
a look that draws another soul
giving fresh ideas, new incentives
pulling one away from hell-hole
filling life and more with resole
The first shy, eve-avoiding glances
Cautious, desire pops up, looks around
Unexpectedly, eyes meet; cheeks flush crimson
Could you... Would you... Could we...
Casual glances at ballroom dances
an eyebrow raised, a bare shoulder appraised
Mask passions profound 'neath waves of sound
on alabaster marble hunting grounds
at arm’s length
glances cast at me
big brown eyes
wet grass glistens
they hop along brush
unspoken conversations
words unsaid
sounds of nothingness
the morning
summer calls
smiles innuendos
glances to thaw
the wintry moon
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted for STANDARD CONTEST 55 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - December 6, 2017 - RANKED 1ST
I confess I convincingly committed contemptible crimes
Beguiling bewitching beauty beyond my bona fide bounty
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
doctor barely glances at patient
nurses take the most time with her
poking and prodding needles
patient treated like meat
hospital visit
cold stark ugly
in stage four
cancer
sad
I see the shadows following the darkness
hue fading under aegis
The last toppling of the wine
I see the glances in their rain
whose faces that can touch their reflection
How the flower
Bobs and weaves
Sharing tea
With some bees
How the colour
Nods and sways
Breezy coolness
Sunlight rays
How the scent
Softly dances
Perfumed nose
Loving glances
Rehabilitation from taking second and third glances,
From being enamoured with rust
And letting love turn to dust
Insisting it’s the real thing.
I’m learning real love can’t be downloaded.
black spiked high heels
updo sparkly rhinestone comb
approving glances
in a party mood
flirty red cocktail dress
hard to look away
too much alcohol
unusually frisky
mistakes are now made
I admit I approximated akin adultery
Abusively allowing my abominable abstinent eyes
To absorb abstract,alluring beauty around me
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
I admit I approximated akin adultery
Abusively allowing my abominable,abstinent eyes
To absorb abstract,alluring beauty around me
Gazed galvanic glances guiltily
Thus glamorized God's grave gluttony.
I open the front door
The sun cascades over the trees
And glances off my BMW
One press of the button
The door opens gracefuly
The window slides down quitely
Its time for work
As I enter my world
Disco burnout,
fever rampant erosion
Empty glances,
mirrored hollow drums
Bleeding, starving,
passive alertness
Madeup, putdown
—treadmill run
(Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January, 1980)