Short Ranged Poems
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Where no ponies free ranged, I dreamt to break and wrangle paints.
Where ponies bent, broke and bridled, I dreamt to hang away my spurs.
Where no ponies free range, I have no spurs and wrangle paints.
The shape had fallen a minute amount when I saw it,
Ringed it was.
The sight reminded me of a stone
Dropping into the watre,
Seen from beneith,
It was defuseing into the surroundings
With the trail it seemed to be leaving.....
......Ripples of pinks
A peeking form,
Fields blooming yellow
awaiting the bees,
Ranged over to inside,
Self to even over.
Blooming as fresh as colors
blossomed beyond measure
richly soiled planted amongst others
deeply passions abroad
everlasting spreading wide-ranged
creations as a beautiful rose
the colors everlasting as sun shines upon
varieties above, planted in love
one of kind, apart from others
connected with passions of flowers
deeply rooted, as the winds now blow
precious, protected.
Ground zero?? Zero tolerance?? Carbon zero??
Zero vision?? A catchisam of the green-religion??
You don't need a passport.!! Not if you've been
Max-xed.! To stay in your country, district, flat!!
Or to enter.!! From wherever! Oh so strange?? In fact
On observation this seems most de-ranged.!!
Yet maybe however?? its just ( my theory? ) and
We will be assured upon a (building back better)
With a whole new history?)
Rest Before Bed
I burnt the coffee
Brown the bread
Stirring offen
While in bed
Read the book
Watching it on TV
While drinking Lipton Tea
Closed ranged
Brown the sound
Now imaged in my brain
Those violent scenes
Running upside down
Bound by detention
Oh! my did mention
I offen
Have toasted wheat bread
While drinking hot tea
Reading a book watching television
......... watching what's on Seinfeld
2/5/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Earth, water, metal, sky...
pummeled into submission.
Decay, refuse, side by side,
ground into submission.
Once pristine mountains ranged high;
while wild horses went flying by
ridden by Mongols 'neath starry skies
now, whipped into submission.
Rivers hemmed, tortured, bound;
green trees, now sickened, brown;
bare, skeletal, barren dry;
cringing 'neath soot filled skies....
All the grandeur now cries
ground into submission.