Short Harbouring Poems
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Bitterness a destructive human trait
Harbouring ugliness in a vessel
To escalate….
Bitterness festers in the soul
Injecting hatred into the heart
Creating a black hole….
Harbouring
relationships
upon the ocean
floor.
Beneath the frothing,
rolling waves
that pound my broken
core.
Polluted waters
sifting pain,
tear the hulls
apart.
Coursing wildly
through my veins,
leaves just a broken
heart.
something flying over my head;
it's not alive nor is it dead;
must be harbouring wave;
seeds of dismal caves;
raining sins wets my body;
my soul dries as my sin forgiving;
6/12/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
as form we sense ego’s response
to the ebb and flow of shifting tides
we dwell in form and so must enagge
whilst recognising that life is but a dream
thus harbouring paradoxical emotions
we are poised for action in surrender
knowing that what will be will be
Spirit remains young though body ages,
heart harbouring desire for a rebirth,
bringing back next time wisdom of sages,
that blissful and joyful be time on earth,
where presence is always bubbling in mirth.
Refrains replay with memory erased,
with each immersion leaving soul amazed.
The heart sank
Into a tangible pose
Uptight and harbouring
The scantly ripened rose.
She spoke whispers
With lightly fragrant breath
Listening with vacant poise
The mind melts to hear.
Detailing sought emotions
Her words become robust
Writing onto lucid skin
A novel written with hands.
There were strangers at our door
Had we wanted, we could have prevented
Madness from presenting war
But they pushed as I saw,
You did your best to stop
No illusion now my dear
They are real,
Harbouring fear.
Rest for a while
Come close
I promise in Heaven we shall hide and lock the door.
Form:
Down the hot sun,
I crumble down the snowflakes,
One minute,
One tribute,
Let's have a wintry solitude,
Wrapped in a flesher's heartbrokenness,
I derelict this relict calf love,
Squall on this spur,
Am peel in peals...
Scuttle the fondle,
Dottle the dawdle,
Harbouring an everlasting embosom...
We’re here again. They did it with Horst Wessel.
Sometimes it’s best to say, ‘he was a jerk’,
and leave it there. But no, they want a vessel
(forget the human). For the thing to work,
they must invent a grievance that will nestle
in chests already harbouring the quirk.
The predisposed will rise gain to wrestle,
instead of simply burying Charlie Kirk.
HARBOURING THE LIFE
The lone pole star shines stationary in the seamless sky
for the ancient mariner to sail safe in the unknown sea,
to return home with dreams sparkling in steadfast glow
in the mind, resolute to reach the shore not yet in sight
to anchor the floating life in the harbour of fulfillment.
June 15, 2018
I've been a liar
a longtime liar
I look at you and wonder
why?
A one on one with ...
Liar
Harbouring feelings that are futile
Liar
I'm getting good at it...
this lying thing
I keep...
Yea...lying...
Soon the truth will come out and
Will you believe me then
Will I believe me then?
It's gonna be too late
Coward...liar...fool...
Futile...I said that already eh...
I guess I lost track...of my
Lie...
I wish I was an eagle soaring
With golden wings of light
Incandescently gliding across a moonlit sky
Swooping, diving, rising upwards
Harbouring dreams of a new age
Idyllic is the beauty of the feeling of feathered games
Wondering how the eagle feels soaring high over mountain peaks
Everlasting memories is that not what we all seek
Ruminating on questions about all that eagles see
Everlasting quintessential birds flying on filigree golden wings.
Oh Lake O
Water surrounds
Birds chirp
River flows out to the lake
Steady
High
Trunks of trees under water
Top of trees like cauliflower
Ebb
Flow
Sailboats don’t notice
But the old lighthouse almost kisses the blue water
Clouds look down on the blue
Wide like the ocean
Harbouring life
North American border born of past glaciers
Flocks of birds glide by
Swans dive, devouring the rich bounty
The air is peaceful
The feeling is divine
I call it home...
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