Short Liken Poems
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visit your neighbors
often you’ll wear out welcome
telling lies unwise
~
metaphoric yet
as so harmful as hitting
them with an ax,---chop
~
chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
wounding them spoken mouth as
swords kills with arrow
12/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
autumn fall leaves come
kissing me dew be dropping
like rainfall onto
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the ground and me chat
chattering squirrels hiding
their food cool brisk breeze
~
falls autumn leaves falls
kissing me dew mist falling
like rainfall on me
10?23/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
The egg may be cracked
But, yes it can be fixed
With bit of bond and wax
And a few more little tricks
It’s only lost a bit of white
Not any of its yoke
The union yet still intact
Not too much really broke
With a bit more love and care
Some time to heal and mend
The crack can be set whole again
Made perfect in the end
~I am liken to a pony!
She let me to the trough;
I thought I was thirsty;
Unless she has a bleeding heart;
I was hungry in my mind;
She fed me knowledge intertwined;
As I held her with my eyes;
Our souls hugged;
Thoughts of forever Love;
Alas as a pony I galloped hurriedly away;
2/8/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
My heart sore liken a goldfish bowl
an aquarium filled with neon tetra fishes so
you are skimming, swimming, through my heart
in due process
yet ever so smart
my love for you is blue
your favorite color is to
royalty astounded your heart
found it I cherish your colors hue
you my heart beats Forever Blue
5/31/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
She doesnt come when you call and
when she does come its only to tease you.
She purrs so sweetly only when she wants
To cuddle with you in your bed
But leaves when you wake for she
goes where she is wanted
Oh but when she trusts she becomes
another sweet part of your life
stroke her with kindness and whisper sweet
things in her ears
Just dont expect her to stay very long unless
you allow her the freedom she wants
Shall I liken thee to a sunrise?
Thou art the sunrise of a fall morning's glow.
Thou art the oaken breeze that bids you "hello."
Shall this describe to what I liken thee? No.
Shall I liken thee to a sunset?
Thou art a gold sunset, from the hills only seen,
To orange ribbon atop the city's crystal beam,
Reflecting heavenly diamonds, infinite gleam.
But no, this shall not be to what I liken thee.
For words fail to describe what thou meanest to me.
"The soul's message is to faithfully now;
And internally worship a solvent God;
Hearts desires;
Liken bosoms flowers;
To grow beautiful;
With the sweet nectar for God's nose nevertheless;
Effortless growing deepening the pedals part while rising;
fluently frequently flavorful in embracing God's heart;
O' alas so we see;
a soul is just nectar for God's spiritual honey bees;"
7/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021