Short Papered Poems

leaves of papered gold
a robe for the autumn king...
for a crown the stars

date: 9/8/22
(used 'syllable counter' website)...

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On Christmas Eve




    The fireplace glows, metallic papered
    covered gifts await.
    Our loving relatives, coming in, through
    our sparkling, lighted gate!


                   12/8/2021...

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Secret kisses smile...
shadows behind rice papered walls,
slow deliberate steps shuffle
upon tatami reed mats that rise and fall,
steamy scents and moans are muffled
as the midnight dance,knows no miles......

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Four-legged guard patrols the papered wall,
Stood by whispering windowpane wind drawls
She is grand, grandiose hardwood keys small
And all across the lounge room rug, she sprawls.
Four-legged guard waltzes to the evening ball.
She dances in her homestead in A minor calls,
The acoustic pride echoes bold and tall
And the chorus chords charms the hall....

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Lofty sorts tenement;
Residential entitlements;
Homeward bound ;
Lost in town,
Logistics Irving bound;
 Summers call;
Legitimate hall;
Tournament crawl;
No mortgage though;
No rent termites eating bossa wood;
Lying on rough wet papered floor;
a homeless man lives alone and a cardboard boxed home! 


8/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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Worry and strife 
  never really leave

They just change 
  direction and form

When one plant’s watered
   another wilts

Your heart no longer safe
   once torn

Trouble that’s papered 
  over with wealth

Set fire 
  by money and fame

Is a sadness you try 
  so hard to lose

Hiding re-armored 
  —and waits to reclaim

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)...

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A cozy place you will find,
nestled on a sandy shore.
Dragonflies at sunset explore,
scents of iris and pine
make my senses soar.
Who knows what is in store
with nature's design.

Moss and rock create the floor,
walls papered with forest and sky,
a ceiling of moon and stars miles high.
Niether windows nor door.
Yet who could ask for more,
when the wolf's lone cry,
resounds nature's design.

Audrey Decker...

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She returns my gaze when I'm too restless to sleep
   a lustrous pearl mounted, deep set in a sapphire sky
I lie awake in my room, papered in spider spun silk
   Slumber is allusive to us tonight; the moon and I

I wonder what thoughts she holds in her heart
   Surely not man's doctrine of trivial pragmatism
Not by the one who rules the tide's ebb and flow
   Her mellow glow is a healing ointment of chrism...

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Nothing is left of love
but soft slopes of sand –-
sea shard curves
of ancient offered flesh..

We hold life’s
brief possessions
in brindled hands—
cheeks ripe roseate  
above painted  
porcelain lips.

Faded farm women 
gaze on roseolas of prairie—
sepia skims 
of faith’s watermarks
held up to light
and frenzied time
amid salmon stains—
papered moth wing eyelids
flickering madly
under thin Rosetta stones
of sun....

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The philosophy of philosophy
is a philosophic probe
not well lubed and often painful
as the followers grow old
crumbled bits of papered truth
lost within their souls
begging for a second chance
to somehow be made whole.
A truth that was a truth
but isn’t anymore
how did it go from iron clad
to whispered doubts galore
how did a bottled letter
ever reach its barren shore
to tell each foaming grain of sand
it’s philosophical no more

John G. Lawless
©10/27/2021...

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