Short Quarries Poems
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Quiet questions quarries
The quiet quotes quilts questionably
Those the quiet queue quizzes qualms qualls quantity silent yet so quiet...
1/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
the quiet question quarries
the quiet quarter queers queasily
the quiet quote quilts questionably
the quiet quit queries questioningly
the quiet queue quizzes qualm quails quaintly silent yet quiet
10/13/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
If nothing's new under the Sun,
whence, pray tell, did this poem come?
My Ego itches, my side in stitches-
When Morning thoughts have their fun.
Bring the houris and tell them stories-
thine odalisques should fawn
O'er the glories of our quarries-
before the day has dawned.
Mates
I remember with joy my youth
My dad was my best mate
Taking me to the hills and mountains
We would hike all day long
Going to old mines and quarries
Exploring deep valleys
Climbing steep peaks
Finding old warplane wrecks
Those days I treasure
With my best mate my dad
My best mate
Who’s gone from this world
RIP my dad my best mate
Again I dreamed of being in Paris last night.
I could not see me,
but I could see the city,
unchanged.
All the stone walls and
gray white stone of heavy buildings
that rose long ago
from the minds of builders
and the quarries of stone.
Again I looked for a telephone.
I wanted to call for someone
I knew long ago.
Call to warn them that
things can happen.
Even in Paris.
“By Whatever Means”
Halos are us
shining examples
of fallen poetry
gauntlets warm
hearts pumping blood
dog catchers of thieves
lives stolen
then retrieved
by whatever means
our quarries
captive, then fed
to Cerberus
Halos are us
shining examples
of fallen poetry
lives stolen
then retrieved
by whatever means
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Your eyes are also like quarries that filled with
rain water and became lakes
Pretty opaque pools
That hypnotize
That make my senses drag themselves to the edge and submerge
Drowning out the rest of the world
Your beauty waterlogs
Clogs my mind
Washes it of all other awareness
Makes sure than you’re my only focus
Under your spell like hocus pocus
Or “Crucio"
This is just torture, you know.
Continuum of creative action
Inspired by views of space quarries
Create a strong magnetic attraction
Of the thinkers of far-out stories.
And they’re opposites in the cortex
But companions in a what-if vortex,
Spinning worlds of imaginations
For present and future generations.
A sci-fi teller can look to the stars
And send your mind on fictitious trips;
Beyond moons, or rings or canals on Mars
And the finite reach of SpaceX ships.
Rolling hills, alive with hydrangea and thyme
O'er cavernous quarries of sapphire and lime
Darting monarchs, tiger swallowtails
Artwork on the wing, a-lighting in the dale
A tender, spotted fawn startles awake
My awkward footsteps her slumber shakes
She pirouettes away, with virtuoso leaps
Each elegant stride, mine forever to keep
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