Short Lees Poems
Short Lees Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lees by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lees by length and keyword.
badly
sadly
coming
huming
bees in
lees in
skying
flying
bringing
stingings
7/20/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Much needs to be done,
The mind sees these,
Days are past gone,
The body is on the lees.
The mind’s door is opened,
There’s a stream of ideas,
What’s closed is reopened,
He wished he had the Midas.
July 3, 2022.
Fiber optics make such gorgeous Christmas trees
Enhance silk flower arrangement in a variety of degrees
Used in medical operations if you please.
Help phone signals according to my cousin Lees.
I wish I could wear them up and down my sleeves.
A transgender person from Lees,
Undergoing the "change" by degrees,
Faced the final decision,
Ere the final incision,
Should she sit or stand up when she pees?
July 30, 2023
Entered in A Bawdy or Funny Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
4th Place
Mahi mahi shrimp gumbo,
we'll sing the sailor's song--hiho!
We're off to sail the outter lees,
We'll row and row to catch the breeze,
Then wander 'round the Florida Keys
Past water spouts and hazy seas.
So, mahi mahi shrimp gumbo,
Come sing the sailor's song--hiho!
Form:
I do dread this air
Blown from the far side
of despair
With that still hearth
Rusting unburnished
Among those barren crags
Never to shine use after use
Living life to the lees
Though much is taken
Though many abide
Whose mere margin fades
While that great world
grows weak and old
I still do dread this air...
Punctured psyches leak their essence out,
Seized by fear, diminished by the lees;
Courage, perforated by the brain’s fool doubt,
Unreservoired, cascades towards Death’s black seas.
Dyke your valor, dam your pooled-up will!
Panic breaches sea-walls in your heart.
Brave the craven ocean’s salty chill
Till cowardice recedes, its tides depart.
‘Go dominate all,
Animals of humanity
And all found within…’
Are words of divinity!
Praying inside me,
Contented being in thee,
As pill of life tends to be,
Swallowed thrice per day,
And twinkles with soul met,
For attractive aroma of the inlet!
Cranking chapter lees,
Mental intellect bees,
Pill magnificent murmur!
Life set when topsy-turvy.
© Lucas Mkude
02/07/2013
In twilight hours at the edge of void life
Perched on sea shore of foaming strife
With unfilled cup of fulfillment in hand I see
Dusky desires reach the drowning horizon.
The last spectrum of sunburst ecstasy
Surges on the stream of gold on the sea
In my enraptured eyes it turns into elixir
I'll fill my empty cup to drink to the lees.
May 3, 2019
Photo chosen : # 2
In better days of better ways we chanced upon the mind
Of great and grand adventure, of great and grand design
To sail the open seas coursing near and far
Uncharted in the ways, unguided by the stars
At the mercy of the wind we vied the stormy seas
To mount the raging crests and weather in the lees
Onward ever onward past reasons reach we strove
To gather to our breasts the sum of wisdoms trove
Briny tis vast bethrong
Balsam swept windsong
Droplets align brusque seas
Sailors beware perilous lees
Fickle fathoms she weeps
Discorded notion steeps
Coquet tempest squall
Bounden to celestial call
Sail me matey, harness rein
Envious tis sodden domain
Cast to enchanted sea
Foolhardy, thou may be
Hasten to landlubber true
By chance nary pines you
Submerged in foamy cascade
Seawaters tis possessive maid
THE LAST GUY
The music faded, last couple stood momentarily,
Stumbled out while the smoke whisps cleared.
We were reduced to last lees of coffee:
A raincoat man stood uncertainly
Shuffled out with a brief grunt,
Waiter barely turned his head,
Last man drained final dreg,
Fumbled for doorhandle
Holding cold empty cup.
A dark smoky place
No clear way home.
Sad end, sad day.
Sorry for
Him.
6 September 2019
Tu B'Shevat 2021
Rosh HaShannah for trees,
Full Moon of Wolf howl,
Come as one in the frigid seize,
Jewish logic says "Eat fruit Y'All"!
Relieves our knockin' knees,
A Seasonal Affective Disorder null,
Laughin' moon face tease,
"Eat a Peach!" breaks the spell,
Sing Spring's a-comin'! We's...
Benching "Shecheyanu" in place of a growl,
Savoring fruit juice lees,
Refuting winter's bowel,
By moonshine spirits increase,
"Ahh!" replaces "Uuu!" as our vowel!
Pine not for the times of yore
and the voices not forgotten
They’ve sailed unto a distant shore
to a land naught misbegotten
They’ve traveled over the golden seas
to a land with choicest fruit
and left the land of mallow lees
and the melodies of lute
on the vigils cliffs we stand
neath the hot and steamy sun
holding hearts within our hand
to those we miss now gone
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