Short Reservoirs Poems
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Long hours of power cut means-
Dried reservoirs,
Dried hearts towards people-
The Old age
The Children
The Sick
The Pregnant
These hearts all dried,in deserts no rain!
By far the pastures lawns;
Idle streams reservoirs;
Farmers shores crops his wears he sells;
Mist the bartering stalks;
10/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Cosmic ocean save a space
For me among the stars
For one day I'll return to
These supernal reservoirs
What's left of me will cease
To be when I am finally home
And merge with other souls
Amidst the spatial catacomb
Proof was found of an ancient civilization on Mars
Can you believe it, we have their remains in jars
They were eerie-looking dudes
Evidence they walked around nude
As well they had crack cocaine in their reservoirs
Regarding raindrops,
Rivulets run,
Readily regroup,
Recreate raging runoff rivers,
Relentlessly ravage, reshape, round, reduce rough rocks,
Remove residue,
Reach reservoirs,
Refresh, relax recalcitrant recreators,
Rest,
Rinse,
Repeat
Venomous snakes, hard rains savage
Mercury, Venus and Mars
hissing like boas and rattlers
plunging into rocky reservoirs
On Earth, gentle rains dance lightly
atop welcoming green lawns
Perfuming Spring's warm, soft air
refreshing the world at dawn
From tragedies emerge
untapped reservoirs of faith
astonishing their bearers and the world
Why God, O Why, does it take
death and destruction ~
~ for Your nature to unfurl
Roses are red, indeed they are.
Violets are blue, in weather, fair.
Where’s the romance of moon and stars?
Need to fill up my reservoirs.
Roses are pink against my cheeks.
Violets are small, a token friend.
The sun, likewise, warms up the weak.
The source of truth - the Son, I seek.
6/3/2023
Dance of a spring storm brought some rain along
Sparkling mountain tops with glitters of charms
Decorating foothill trees with fluffs of knick-knacks
Caressing blooming plants with respect from heart
Adding further to rivers, reservoirs, creeks and ponds
Carrying exuberance to rejoice, appreciate and dance
Farmer king of yon garden and ranch!
By far the those pastures long lawns;
Idol streams reservoirs wildlife drinking waters dawn;
Farmers shores crops his wares he sells chance;
Mist the bartering stock, Queen mother baking things
9/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Rain
falls softly
Refreshing, watering, reviving.
Ponds, streams, rivers, reservoirs
Flooding, raging, destroying
Demolishing buildings
Monsoon
Penned 7 November 2014
Magnificent gifts
Equals luminosity
Of one called the Sun
Red rivers run smooth
Flowing to mesh with life's pool
Gifts reservoirs cool
Sclera of twin orbs
Posing where the whole world looks
Foes surface like crooks
Blue veins quiet streams
Where the heart is, you have been
Though obscure you're clean
Blue skies white nimbus
Red silent sun simmering
I've angered no one.
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Nocturnes penned from old glass reservoirs,
dipped black liquid notes of evening
Solemn, haunted, pale faced genius
passion built up sweet relieving
Knocking from the outside window
can't deter the work in progress
but to add a steady rhythm
to this melody of solace
Match the heartbeat, steal the soul
as gentle prodding often does
Nocturnes running through my bloodstream
tap me into midnight love.
Form:
There are towel-drying winds.
parks grow soggy with small dogs.
May is an old man riding a bike backwards.
It is oil for the broken engine in the barn.
Wetness folds this way and that
the sky unzips a larkish sunshine.
We hear nestlings in their reservoirs of dew.
New life bubbles in puddles,
the green and tufted arrive out of nowhere,
boys' fish for skittish girls,
beryl buds swell, unclasp and curl.
blue man had one mission but it was a big gun
Wanted to hydrate the planet, each and every one
Every plant, every person, every animal who existed.
We who heard the plan helped him. No one dare resisted.
We put water on everything and drank it as well
H2O from farm ponds, lakes, dams, reservoirs and every well
Blue man got famous and paid experts to hydrate the rest
I was exhausted from watering, so glad, I must confess
Seeking a light
Winter chill rustles faces in fields of grey
Feet ponder in the reservoirs of rain
Gazes search the blue line for wavering light
Frosty strangers stole their light
Branches of sanity lost in palls of grey
Running away from the pain in the rain
Nobody hears their cries but the rain
Searching for hope from darkness light
Speculating why they stand in the grey
Lost in the grey rain seeking unique light.
From my front porch I hear, the music of evening guitars,
Flowing softly on breezes, under the magic of pearl stars,
Busy goldfinches flit singing, and I can glimpse red Mars,
Mellow music of summer, and moonlight's rapture is ours.
Nature draws upon its beauty, from deepest of reservoirs,
Adding to the happy heart's memory, with lasting powers,
A summer night of music, and frog and cricket repertoires,
Such days will be remembered, in hued autumn's memoirs.
Showers gag the trees,
May shuttles pleats in the sky.
There are towel-drying winds.
Parks grow soggy with small dogs;
May is an old man riding a bike backwards.
It is oil for the broken engine in the barn.
Wetness folds this way and that.
We see nestlings in reservoirs of dew.
Bubbles pop in puddles,
could it be new Life?
Could it be May, hands in its pockets
like a small boy, whistling and waiting
for something green
and tufted to happen?
From His startling brush, blaze stars,
We save them like fireflies in jars,
Ours are in photos or memoirs,
Played in songs by clever guitars.
From His light, flow blessings galore.
It’s His sweet grace that I adore.
Nought compares to the love that’s ours.
Played in songs by clever guitars.
By His still, small voice, He assures,
He lives in our hearts, mine and yours!
Wonders found in God’s reservoirs.
Played in songs by clever guitars.