Short Liquids Poems
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Definite volume but
Not shape containers hold them
Slightly loose in space.
Written Fall 2004
while student @ ULM
How cunning you are trapping liquids
Hold life giving substance or refreshment
How I beseech you after a hard day
Without you I might die!
Form:
Me loving you
you loving me
cold to the touch
breathing no longer
mouth of copper
putrid stench
ominous eyes
liquids flowing
so euphoric
insanity galore
making love to a corpse
many of us do not speak text
I am one of them
LOL
leave out liquids?
LOL
linger on lightly?
LOL
leaking oxidized lightfoot
LOL
liquids ostracize lefty?
PIR
You have to be kidding me!
Doused with flammable liquids
Bursting into a furious flame
On fire with no sensation of pain
Only thoughts of power to use in my gain
Letting the imprisoned monster out of it's cage
Finding use of my uncontrollable rage
Angel where are thee? left my side, thou swore your love unto my heart. wilt thee stay
angered forever? or find forgivness in thee soul, for crimes unheard of. my heart achs, and
beats the hot liquids, bleeding through my chest....
Form:
cold piercing liquids silver,
clear drops of rain fall from the
silver white cloud spits
~
attached to the grounds
glistening, wetting grasses.
tears nature rain falls
4/26/26
Written words by James Edward Lee 2026
passions liquids flow
my hearts beats rhythmically so
bleeds lost cold lust more
caught between my shame
my soul spirit indifference
heart freeze no longer
1/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Somewhere on the table,
Kept the taste,
Chocolate, cherry and hazelnut.
The cup..., the wine.
Looked at; fate.
Vanished, the bouquet; the wind.
Thought flees away.
Diving in textures, and tongues.
Sweet breath of the Gods.
Soft touch of the lips.
Liquids and dreams.
Slowly drifting on a billowing cloud
the languid liquids drench the underbelly
of the moons ethereal glow.
The dreamscape transitions from
dark to light.
Shockwaves shiver and melt into
lakes of mercurial sky.
Fire flashes, breathing new life
into Nuclear Nights born of
creative overflow.
Blue icy water flows around the quivering rock;
Liquids on the dock dance, to my warm tongue in pleasure.
Lips pluck and nibble to suck the overflowing juices:
Softly breathe magical notes; coax the flute to love.
In heat, yield to melt with my passion; to dance and sing:
For now, let this muse flame the spark; to burn you in love.
Doris' procedure is today
Remember her
It is laparoscopic which is not as bad as open incision but still surgery
Followed by only clear liquids for a week
Then protein shakes
Then pureed baby food
Then food introduced slowly
She was really anxious yesterday..Concerned if she had made the right decision, etc.
Thanks
Sara
as white liquid pours
down from the skies call it snow
rose petals folding
~
magical evening
as lovely, cool rose feeds
on the glass of milk
~
being absorbed freeze
diverse the liquids spills off leaves
drops on the red rose
~
as white liquid pours
frozen from the skies it's snow
rose petals folding
6/20/19
I sympathize with feelings on the flight of my dreams... I visit my desires while exhaling love over hot liquids. I remove the splinters that burn me. My desires emerge. It chases away nightmares that keep me away from life, and I take my affective memory. I put everything together and make the amalgamation of the beautiful read... my life... lived... poetic life...
I sympathize with feelings on the flight of my dreams ... I visit my desires while exhaling love over hot liquids. I remove the splinters that burn me. My desires come up. It chases away nightmares that takes me away from life as I absorb my affective memory. I put it all together and do the amalgamation... a impressive work ... my life ...
lived ... a poetic life ...!
In neon skys you encompass me,
a bounty of emotion and serenity.
You shine of today's promise,
I fear tomorrow's dimming.
In scorched lands you violate me,
a punitive vitality and vigour.
Abolisher of living liquids,
I fear tomorrow's torrent.
In snowscaped lands you taunt me,
the ambitious hope and expect.
Author in frigid static cells,
I fear Polar Night Jets.
Form:
Piter patter on the roof,
Splashing puddles cuddle together,
Clouds free from their burden,
blessed upon for the receivers.
Tumbling to the ground,
undetermined path for the future.
waiting and falling,
With no strait away,
Like tiny petals drifting down
Water dancing in the air
a ballet of liquids,
Swooping and leaping in the air
when they are done they lay to rest.
REVERT TO GLASS
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Stop producing plastics, revert
to glass it worked in the past!
For liquids, glass, remember
jerry cans, tin works as
well.Paper, cardboard,
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what happened to natural wool?
When three lines are so much better Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Silent One
Cast.
burning embers smoke relaxed and raised beyond earthly mass
solid body stayed on ground but feel the air all around a colourless gas
liquids flow from this to they under milky moon which guides it's way not asked
run so long defeat the winds but gravity pulls us down again alas
a mortal can feel and experience so much while the universe creates forever but we are cast .
Form:
Tales of sacrificed fear
on scared tortured terrain
wild strengths smoldering beneath
tantrums of the fractious.
Gateway opens, rocks vault, liquids spew
fires burn and soil creep
Vented anger, terrifyingly unleashed
scarped lands and chard boulders
tinged bushes, strewn trees
flowed hard blackened beds
Gateway to Hell, Masaya volcano, Nicaragua.
Form:
Standing slim and trim
in the blistering solar atmosphere
with her crown of pale olive leaves
salsa dancing in the ocean breeze
The soul of her young
offspring of coconuts
with their delicate shells
like the skull of a human corpse
embracing their succulent
liquids of tropical vitamins
the rich taste of our West Indian roots
flowing like water from a river
drowning itself into the ocean
the ghost was slippery, he outfoxed the wizard tonight
Took over the cauldron, for he was big, bold, white and bright.
The other animals were astounded that he got his own way
But this ghost is overbearing, every night, every day.
He poured in some liquids and said words no one had ever heard
They thought for a while he was being silly, rather absurd
Bubbling and swishing suddenly in the cauldron occurred
Something amazing was happening, we were all reassured.
I've tasted her lips
We've had kissed
Her saliva was sweet
Sugary like licorice
Juicy plump plum, like bubble gum
Like a butterfly sucking nectar
Life Starts preserved
Front lips succulent
Skin soft warm vibrant
Connect to sweet I received her sugar liquids
From after her lips
Within her heart's mouth
Her lips mybeloved kiss
Lips succulents
9/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
"from LIFE DISCERN Anthology "
His language is spontaneously slang with slavish saliva-
Watching beneath his own tooth’s.
What more can he appropriately appreciate when he is left with the tongues of a toothless bull dog, missed up in an unfulfilled destiny.
What is left for him to know is locked up yet again in an unknown destiny.
The ocean is wrapped round in circles of stupid destinies- watered and washed in Liquids of the dead sea; the final arbiter of death.
Fooled and unfilled is what he turned into- 30 years ago.