Short Risings Poems

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Premium Member Lights Rising Thousand Fold Shines Ever Bold-

multiple, risings brighter than a thousand suns those electric lights ~ currents thousand fold radiant brightly shines bold atomic fusion 7/30/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Our Risings

We were worn from war,
emptied and exhausted,
with morose winter of psyche,
it took courage in calling,
crossing the dusky abyss.

We heard their collective
caring voices,
their calming connecting
reassurance.
They give their time just
for us,
it is now the morning of
our risings. ~

Untitled #352 / Oh Stars, Even Stars

Oh stars, even stars! Even the suns
whose undying light breathes life into all
countless mortal creatures across the universe,
whose sisters are their gods, whose risings set their clocks,
whose settings set ablaze the fire in their lovers’ eyes,
even they, even they are consumed
in the heartless Void!

God's Redemption

As we're going through
A bumpy, jumpy, avenue 
Depending on our hullabaloo
With a burden, that is in pursue
God sends our way, blessings 
To make our load risings
A less required mounting 
O' thanks heaps, Dear Lord
For each passing day of life, onboard 
Forever and a day, untold 
Time without end, takes hold

The Heat

Sweet and salty,
Bittersweet,
That time of year everyone's ready for the heat.
From Alaska to Florida,
California to Maine,
In teens and kids,
A time to celebrate.
School's out for now,
Gone are the books,
Late night crunch time,
And early risings.
For three months its swimming,
Sleepovers and camping.
It's summer time, baby!


Premium Member Renaissance-

Be it water that flows; Risings the flower that grows; renaissance no garnered tokens, nothing broken nothing loss renaissance Wide open universal spaces; Open armed embraces; no garnered tokens, nothing broken nothing loss renaissance
7/23/20 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020

Death

Death?
What does it mean?
The end,
or the beginning?
In death,
there is life.
For one to fall,
is for one to rise.
Fallings easy,
risings hard.
Death can come easily,
quickly, slowly, painfully, peacefully.
I would fall,
if only I could.
I am here for one,
and one alone.
When that one string breaks,
I shall follow.
For staying risen,
Without him,
is to live a hallow life.

Reflective Risings

"reflective risings" dawn approaches with new possibilities and the sun shines expressing hope as songbirds visit outside the pane dusk rolls in with blankets of comfort and the moon beams showcasing wonder as each silhouette faces peacefulness the in betweens is for all to view for sunrise to sunset are reflective risings where illumination colours state of mind SkyWatcher 06-15-23
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