Short Powdery Poems
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White petals torn, crushed,
when autumn comes too heavy,
forgotten in piles,
powdery stamens floating
atop lakes of buzzing air.
Shifty brown waters
Gnarled grey shack
on a verdant grassy pier
Snow white townhouses
on nearsighted shores
The sky, powdery blue
and you,
He smells like dead butterflies.
i can still see the powdery color
from their wings on his skin
he's a canvas,
i'm watching him come to life
Talcum
powdery sandy
basking, broiling, oiling
picnic baskets, boogie boards
storming, stinging, flying
lifeless, stone cold
dead
powdery snow-drenched
coldest in seventy years
eyes frostbitten from hot tears
frozen mustaches
stalactites dripping with chill
million ruble lunch to thaw
clouds adrift in powdery blue soft sky over miles of sleepy fields
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CLOUDS MEANDER~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
dainty powdery blue butterfly
makes most petite yellow wildflower
look giant-like
are you a memory
are you a glimpse
are you a faerie
she is gone
before replying
but I remember
powdery white snow
has been falling overnight ~
let’s head for the slopes
Fall or Winter Holiday Haiku Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
11/17/21
she looked fresher than a new April daffodil
powdery blue eyes
exotic Georgia peach skin
girls in the locker room stared
she was quintessential beauty of loveliness
without realizing it
Warm fuzzy, squirmy, powdery smell.
Goo, goo music to my ears
Peacefuness, facial expressions galore.
Firm gentle grasp on my finger tip
Helpless devotion, personal satisfaction
Love grows every second
eternal heavy
covered with eternal snows
thunder and lightning
powdery distants
swollen by the melting snows
the speed of lightning
2/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Her
prince
waited
by the sea
to etch her portrait
in powdery sands beside him
before nocturnal waves danced in sheer moonlight kisses;
Alas, too late in rendezvous, she captured his evanescent silhouette no more.
Yellow and
candyfloss pink
pastels,
feathered fluffy.
A masterpiece of
powdery
soft strokes
and vivid
colors.
Strikingly
beautiful:
rosy maple moths
are splendiferous and
quite
extraordinary.
Premiere of Persimmon Pureblood
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prettier than a Parisian parasol
persnickety and powdery
poufy, perfumed, perfectly petite
Persimmon practiced her pirouette
pleats parading petals in a perfect circle
Powdery white, puffy cotton candy mountain clouds.
Blue watery blue skies a mile high.
Birds dancing by.
Sun sparkling, glistening beaming bright.
Sun illuminating, giving radiant light.
I'm having an experiential feeling;
1st Heaven like!
on powdery wings
flies high near the lights flutters
an endangered moth chased by bats
escapes the bats but...
dies in the night skies by street light
nocturnal nights fluttered moth
9/26/19
words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
war be no game
war is men
in the trenches
on the line
up the hill
downwind
flying colors through the air
blue sky and rabid sun snapping
pictures of flapping angels
falling off a cliff
digging a deeper hole
amidst the powdery musket-mist
12/19/2019
In this festive season of ho, ho, ho
of sleighbell jingles o'er powdery snow
The time draws near for resolutions
to fix problems that beg solutions
So, this year I firmly resolve
My 'No' means No
My 'Yes' means Yes ~
In this alone, I'll no more jest
A top a mountain
Pointed above the clouds covered
In powdery snow
Himalaya sky
Hard to breathe must be to high
Hold on to the rope
I don't wanna fall
Cuz I might fall on the goat
What's funny bout that
Fell broke the goat's neck
1/3/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Air laden
with the fecundity of spring,
sweet, powdery life brushing every
passing wing and foot stalled
on a budding stem,
receptors greedily unfurled
in vast arrays
to snare pollen dancing
on a breeze
though leaving too much
to float my way and be wasted
on a sneeze.
Powdery mildew,
had dried,
time had flowed,
nobody had cleaned,
letting the fungus grow,
eyes were straight,
all over looked,
never an eyebrow was raised,
otherwise fungus,
would not have found,
the wet ground to grow,
not to talk about drying,
and letting dried powder,
stow.
So, this is where butterflies go to die.
Atop this burning ochre beach.
Amidst the palomino stones, party streamers, and chinook bones.
They folded up their powdery dreams.
Awaiting the pallbearer's tide.
Toting emerald caskets, silver-lined.
So, this is where butterflies go to die.
A
teardrop
slips down
from my eyes
and breaks into
powdery
shards
o
o
o
it falls
quite unseen
a mute language
too deep for words
that my heart is
reluctant
to say
o
o
o
a
tiny
drop saline,
a single bead
falling down
without
sound
o
o
When first it fell - all powdery white
I loved it.
Skipped playfully making snowmen
Throwing snowballs
Giggling youthfully
Took a million photographs
Went on Facebook
Told my stories
Listened to theirs
And then the thaw came
Fell painfully
Slush saturated
Older stiffer
Confidence gone
I dream of summer
Form:
Breathe
Between love
Inside the pain
She said of lost trust
And in the powdery dust
I can’t
Breathe.
Breathe
In wonder
Of the rain
Past all of the tears
She’s to far away to hear
I can’t
Breathe.
Breathe
For why
Walls that remained
Two lovers pretended to die
Hope I longed for and why
She can’t
Breathe……..