Short Scape Poems
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Wet on wet washed sky
Back lit foliage sponged dry
Red dirt shows through white
By Robb A. Kopp
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Clouds wheeling up high
A powdered, gorgeous chalk look
Walking on sky air
Standing in the mid of space
Whilst watching the scape
Land of dark cobalt
Tranquility in abounds
Blued horizon scape
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Hair brain glob pores;
Scape congested cog webs spores;
Covered chrome top
Afro?
4/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Spring buds like
Popcorn bursting along
The knee-high grass of glade green
While winds over oceans blow free
On the face of the empire sun
A parasitic disease,
Corrupting the beauty.
They are nothing but fleas-
In this scape of a city.
Baring the worst sin :
Being born a lowly
Human.
Onto the blank page,
Pour forth thoughts; ink lines of black;
Thought forms of fluid;
A calligraphers ink-scape
A magical miracle.
I close my eyes and feel the subtle breeze
As the sun sets beyond the horizon scape
Brightly colored skies put my soul at ease
For the imminent night is my sole escape
A-ll
L-uminous
L-ilies
Y-ou
S-ee,
A-lways
M-ake
A-nnual
R-adiant,
I-ridescent
E-scape.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Allysa Marie Porsona)
Winter blackbirds perch
high on fresh budding branches
leaves eager for birth---
one lonely Honey pirates
my Rip Van Winkle lawn scape.
'Bite Size Poem #5'
Trump and His Scape Goats
Trump was watching his goats escape;
Were beaten up and pretty bad shape;
Hair drying,
After dying;
In White House caught wearing a cap.
Jim Horn
Where is the lightning?
Rains calculated thunders!
Roars across the skies scape;
Treacherous abrasive storms;
Drench righteously;
1/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
a FOND WHITE PIGEON ON THIS WINTER SCAPE
so fond white pigeon
just where are you lighting on
tis this winter scape
1/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Mind Scape
Images stir within the mind
Apparitions surreal
Subconscious amphitheatre
Abyssal concealed
Transcending revelations
Quantum evaluations
Subliminal relations
External implications
D rink from this cup.
E scape into darkness.
P repare to meet your maker.
R egret nothing.
E rase all happiness.
S ever all ties.
S ee only despair.
I nvite grim reaper.
O rganise affairs.
N ighty nite.x
Once there was a good man called Doss, the Boss
scape goat for all, tried even by all idiot asses
no idiot will see him as intellect nor ass
all see some dimension of ignorance
bloody what ignorance could an ignorant see in doss?
Walking across the Garden
Loneliness being the Burden
Garden of Roses being the Hood
And the smell. . . so Good
Suddenly appears the Lilly
But the Scape. . . not Hilly
My heart. . . Stands aloom
and deleted is the gloom
S HADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY
I NTROSPECTION OF LIFE WITHIN
L EARNING HOW TO STAY WITHOUT FRIENDS
E SCAPE FROM THE NOISE OF THE WORLD
N OTHINGNESS WITHIN NOTHINGNESS
C ALMING OF THE SENSES
E DIFICATION OF THE INNER SPIRIT
---WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME IN ?---
Form:
vast wonder-scape
expanse
variegated flora silent joy
confetti heat-swirl rise
oaken nesting suites sprinkled
seedlings dispatched on cue
avian and apis
propagate
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(design)
When there was no rain,
I realized the drops were trapped,
either dripping in the prison yard
or maybe their scape are leaked
from my home's faucet.
When I turned it on,
what falls is only a rain's smell,
and my kitchen whose hunger
keeps screaming.
H- elp us LORD to
E- scape our awful maze of sin.
A- lways remind us we are thine, and to
R- each for thee whilst
T- hou toucheth our hearts.
A- id us by Your purpose true and
C- cleanse us of all evil.
H- ear us when we pray, our
E- ternal, Beloved and precious Father.
Sometimes to your surprise you
find yourself in a landscape, or city-
scape you've created in a former dream.
You've been here before, there a sense
of deja vu, but it's a new script the night
world brings. You are like a homing
pigeon who only knows the way
through his wings.
A probing desire comes over me
L istening to the sounds of the galaxy
I’ m seeing the world as a dream
E nslaved by an unknown dem.on
N owhere to run to, nowhere to hide
S paceship guide to my wildest ride
E scape plans fade away in a gaze
X empowers my will beyond the haze
The taste of the jasper petals
Laid a breast the landscape
Sweet vapor mist gently kiss
a forest surround sound
the rocks side like metals
Trees dancing in the wind scape
Flowers smells grips the air filled bliss
Pictured flowers
8/8/78
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Beached the sun-bleached bottoms
of small boats color the sand scape,
safely turned bottoms-up
far from the high tide’s line.
They lay in wait beneath the teardrop rain,
huddled from the bay’s breath, they hide.
It is only the lap of languid wave that bides.
Boats Beach, Eastham Mass 2012