Short Lofted Poems
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If ever a golf ball were to be square
It would dither, neither go here nor there
Lofted shots it will resist
Putts, it may surely assist
New Golf rules too, difficult to declare.
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Titans tilting, tangibly human windmills
Swaying sentries, harboring haloed witness
Lofted coal mines, timber canary cages
Whispers from redwoods
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bittersweet vine
twist like pipe curls on a finger
blue birds sings
bird song arias
wake the sun-soaked cat napping
feathers fly
down laced twigs
incubate the Robin’s blue eggs
puss licks his whiskers
lofted sparrow hawk
warm basket of new born kittens
noon whistle
The moon had risen its light
Into my bosom taking a flight.
Lofted from pedestal, arise
from this life's caprice
so delight
still but cries.
Life's mortality lowed, renounce
Its memories; never pronounce
The blades, the grass forbade.
Yet the cup of mad,
the death, announce:
Love is bad.
If you yourself, befall;
Then you yourself, a fool.
Form:
Joseph is a blind man
Only sight is spiritual
Some say he was birth that way
Everyone’s afraid he’ll fall
Pursued endowed of spiritual sight
Helps us all even him in the dark
Left, loved and lofted
Every bit of God’s child
Even tho! He can’t see He’s spiritually sees brother Joseph Allen Lee
12/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I wanted cafeteria food.
And a book.
The slogging.
As if there was only a garbage dump to lie down on.
And it’s comfy.
I wanted a dorm room bed.
Lofted.
College doesn’t know anything.
Books are all grammar and a stiff knock on the door from a stranger.
Cafeteria food is like dead souls.
College doesn’t know anything.
Not even where the Golden Book could be.
To the left of the old soda cans.
Entrained with beauty
Sparkling pearl
An ornament of kind
Risen high above the lofted place
I estimate my duty
And gain in love the world
More precious than the gold I find
I by unseen thought embrace
Gone out to hold one out of reach
Received measured, responding like a choir
A burning warmth of sorts
The all-consuming fire
Of love that seeks a place to land
No walls can stop my thoughts
As I by thinking hold your hand
If I find one foolish for the job,
Was E Musk’s cunningly lofted lob—
A lob in no man’s ground,
Rare if such a fool's found,
And Tweeter’s stuck with a stuck-up knob!
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Happenings |17.12.2022| Humour
Poet’s note: Elon Musk though committed to quit Tweeter’s top job, still seems stuck there as a sore door knob. For, as he said: It won’t be easy to find one foolish enough for the job— a clever tennis lob from Musk, and as lethal as an ace!