Short Roused Poems
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Old
love note
sullied mood;
roused feelings thought
past.
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(C) 3-Jun-17
Clouds move in random fashion
‘til roused by life’s first passion
~ We gape at Heaven’s reaction
All upstood this white house 'fore
Sun-roused, but not lit for.
Of whose own faces, tulip's, bell's.
And her's; sweetly charms more.
VALUE ON A HILL
diamonds roused in dirt
compact monetary worth
those jewels on the hill
4/14/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Like a helpless child he was taken
Could not be roused even after being shaken
Like one recently deceased
Even when gently carried
Like the dead away he was taken
The trouble with Tribbles?
They leak and they dribble
especially when in your lap.
Beware if you cuddle;
they’re likely to puddle
when they are first roused from a nap.
Everson Cleverson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Seeker of truth from the
Marrow within
Transcendent acumen
serendipitously
Roused from the soul, sacred
Journeys begin
13 Jan 2021
Dawn song / sweet trills / thin flute roused
Splayed light / warm vibe / worn slats doused
Dream haunts / harsh cough / plumb tears smart
Heart touched / mixed thoughts / frail past frouse
A ram ready to love the wind in the tree
Roused by the action of the sea
Intellectual walker on a tightrope of glee
Emotional and warm as honey fanned bits bee
Stinging fire to the eyes, preserving privacy
love
brilliant
and Alive
shines so brightly
erasing sorrow
with faith and hope
for moments
roused by
love
Ninette Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
June 28, 2021
Young moonlit eyes flame
roused by infatuation
until seasons change...
hearts bearing nights’ languished thorns
as pure devotion ripens
Written 7/12/2018
Tanka 57577 Contest of Poet Doctor
Kitty awakened me at four.
He wanted to go out the door.
Roused from slumber deep,
Can't go back to sleep.
Not so, sweet Kitty, hear him snore!!
Won No. 2
Written for Francine Roberts' "Short and Sweet" contest Dec. 26, 2011
Genesis Broad-Spectrum
An ethical grey scenery alert
was roused lenses shuttered,
in hues of Red, White and Blue.
Theorem of imagery collision,
flashed old fashioned—PolaROId,
ammunition developed HumanØ1ds.
Skilled songbird on a fence stump.
Diva on a dais!
Ensuring, for what's brought, more'ore
Of grandness to the fore
Whilst lit of morn, from behind
Are facing, window-bright
Bed's uprisen, roused in the heart
Swollen praise on our part.
To go as promptly
As longing can.
Two sparked feeling-forms.
A lightning storm's!
Held back, no more, in
Waiting for it.
Fear, overcautious
To be nauseous.
Frustrates, does ever
And heart and soul
The real self; of Love
Sanctified above.
The Screech Owl
Miracle Man
9/28/2024
I roused the screech owl from its hole in the tree,
Instantly it was talking with an unfamiliar voice.
It continued its noises while making dives at me,
To exit that tree quickly became option of choice.
Twice around the world he sped
pursuing madness, folly
Unrequited lover he
denied, his desperate volley
Once ignited, passions roused
flames obey no limits
Wildfires scorch the tender earth
unbridled desire's afterbirth
Daffodils hang their golden heads
Beneath the ice and snow.
The cruel hand of Winter
Has dealt a bitter blow.
Disguised in rays of springtime,
She roused them from their bed,
Then struck from secret ambush,
And left them limp and dead.
Form:
Roused by a sharp and painful cry
A known tone from very nigh;
I'm amid the storm-safe in its eye
gracefully floating-where am I?
Regaining past as the oblivion fades
The arduous life staging numerous plays;
Though life seems unfair and hard to tew
Its a chance for me to start anew...
I brushed her hand in movie light—
Her fingers opened, clutching tight;
My heart soared high ‘til end of show,
I pulsed with joy, so long ago …
I roused this dawn and touched that hand,
Discerned its convex wedding band
And, as blush sunbeams ended night,
I warmed once more with love’s delight.
Black Nazarene
Christ of dark brown skin
Miraculous healer
Refuge of the believer
Image replicated from an old burnt homage
Carrier of the cross in pilgrimage
Housed in Quiapo church of the East
Roused the penitents of yearly feast
Savior of the strong and weak
Strength of the devouts that speak
Close up look at a gorgeous glow
that roused a heart for blood to flow;
Fair sheets that bloomed in sweeping scope
when peeped through lens of microscope.
Vivid hue in radiant tone
whose loveliness sinks to the bone;
Purplish pink rose in gorgeous gleam
like swirling clouds on skyline seam.
Love, roused by heat of flame in snow;
Two hearts that froze in time did flow.
The warmth of touch made hope anew;
The grace of charm came right in view.
For, when the touch of warm embrace
conquers the pride, love comes in grace;
It's what winter was made to be,
to rouse warm love from you and me.
I have waited for eternity just to hear you say,
'Yes, I will be yours',
and we will together travel the path,
that is paved with lovely red roses.
Now, I can see in your eyes,
that glittering power of passion,
that roused my shriveled hope,
as I make this request,
will you please be my Val,
even if it is just for a day?
The hot, autumn sun
spills effulgent;
dark branches, roused,
glow lustrous as blue day.
Burgeoning trees
cling to verdant leaves
denying impending
vermillion days.
Summer's love abides,
warming laggard blooms
under the flowing fern.
Summer will stay for now;
Winter patiently waits
to renew the ripe world.