Short Palming Poems

gavel,  raffles,
travels unravels.

palming,  bombing,
becalm, embalm.  

death on-death on
becalm, becalm

2/9/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©...

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Oh you peel the rind
from me
in the gentlest manner
and it falls away 
in fleshy strips 
of bitter 
citrine madness
where calloused there
in orange despair 
it wrapped
a fancied ripeness
your agile hands
palming round
separate each wedge 
I’d planned
with a tender tearing
sound 
and in your mouth
I am the sun...

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I am fret-less,
in a fingers slide
palming the sublime 


a lost cord
the first guide 
on my journey
I was yanked  
into destiny’s
embrace 


alien phantastic 
orphaned to never 
and bound 
on the loom 
of fate


I kiss sleep from 
your mouth
and bathe 
in dreams 
of you  


I am incandescent
on a loop of twine...

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NAUTICAL

a gale of tidal
nautical waves
nourish the shoal
hand palming moist
 as wet sands drain 
lungs fill with the
beauty of usage
swallowing it in
throat soaked 
spheres float above
discreetly    quietly
nonentity upstarts
avoid nautical
aquanimity
blind to sea
blind to see
clarity
of mind



© Kim van Breda—19 October 2015...

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Here I am
Base of spine enmeshed with
earth ruddy like my cheeks and
bloodshot eyes
feet--firmly planted
take root where home is,

where nourishment, like a crimson bag of waters, is.
Humble, for my 
somatic vessel has its origins
on this very orb Gravity has pinned me to,
like an amanita to forest floor.

Palming a bit of red dust and
I am animal and palpable
no different from
the cardinal flying overhead,
the pepper-scented geranium,
the garnet embedded in clay....

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