Short Smoothing Poems
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Pretty pretty moon
Moon face or human picture
among the bright stars
Good calm of her inner felt
So my smoothing cool reading
Clipping, smoothing, pruning; silly
dilly-dallies that people do.
Gross lessons in futility
achieved. And Oh!, tis true, tis true!
Big Green Apple
Utterly honest and
open big green apple addicted to
substances used for
smoothing, polishing, and
cleaning.
conscientiousness~
smoothing those ruffled feathers,
small mindful actions,
quiet care unfolding like
light warming a cool morning
Time is a predator
seeking to take away
our precious moments
never to be replayed.
Time is a mender
of much that is bad
smoothing over the sharp edges
making the past seem better.
evening settles soft,
a calm hand
smoothing edges of the day.
I breathe its peace,
every worry
loosening in the light.
in that stillness,
trust grows gently,
resting in God’s steady care.
I walked the beach and saw my footprints wash away with waves-
smoothing the sand without a flaw, and I seemed blessed in holy clime
as my soul, like trampled sand, felt healed by sea's baptizing hand.
Bending over she glides the hot iron
smoothing creases
easing folds
running
lines
pressed
over
stubborn folds
waiting their turn
to be folded neatly with two warm palms.
Photo No.2
Dated 16.11.2020
Sponsor: Eve Roper.
SIT BACK IN YOUR EASY CHAIR AND LISTEN
TO THE MUSIC PLAY.
PUSH THE BOTTON ON THE SIDE, THAT WILL
GLIDE YOU IN A RELAXING POSITION.
JUST LISTEN... TO THE SMOOTHING SOUNDS
OF WONDERFUL MELODIES SINGING IN HARMONY.
LET MUSIC PLAY.
calm lovely soft spring
Oh a gaze at the Big Moon
bless softly my soul
bless softly my soul
smoothing sweet reading calm moon
lovely cute spring rose
eyes met wonder bent
poem sent heartfelt spring rose
bless softly my soul
There is a sadness soothing to the soul,
And with its smoothing, Herakles made whole.
And deep within him, pealed a bell,
And those who hear, must harken well:
For from the void, its rhythms swell,
And all contrivance shall it quell!
my house by the sea
smells of the salty air
as waves crash on the beach
the sound of the waves
as they cover the sand
smoothing the beach once again
erasing footsteps and castles
under the moon’s soft light
and the sea’s evening flow
solid submission
airing winds of smoothing breaths
calling tweets robins
~
uplifting adorn
springs forth melodies solace
new day dawn…springtime
03/26/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Turbulent Winds Flow
cooling are the winds
ever so brews twit the skies
clouds slowing the sway
smoothing are the winds
slow moves spirit breath in skies
turbulent winds flow
11/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Our love is like the tide.
It comes and goes in waves.
Smoothing out the footprints in the sands of yesterday.
How I wish I could hold you on the beach;
Kiss you from now until tomorrow.
Wishes.
Hopes.
Dreams.
All wash away.
Just like the tide.
Form:
Crashing crescendo creating
widening whirlpools
turbulent tides.
The endless eternal smashing smoothing
looming lava pinnacles pinned in
an everlasting embrace.
Wizened widening eyes stare
struck in awe
at the bounteous beauty
dancing.
The flowing river, water
smoothing over pebbles, moss,
the gleaming reach of leaves
fanning the stream, and
beyond the river, beneath the
neighboring plain,
Meaning
echoes in the warbling cry of
sparrows: the river is more
than it's purpose. The river is
Life.
Scents to bring the right attitude
Tapping into the inner fortitude
Dream lift out of the blue
Smoothing hurts wrinkles
Residue sprinkled
Pleasing every blockage untamed
Making way for good days
Boat rides from bikes eyes
Noting the event
From cloud nine
Lounging till the next find
the beginning was so bright.
sun rays casting through an open window
and shedding new light.
we swam under the cotton sea
and you said it felt like a movie.
we were so deeply in love.
with the fabric of us sprawled over your knees,
with a gentle hand smoothing its seams,
everything starts to unravel.
All I need…
Is...
I’m scared.
Because nothing works anymore!
Not even her smoothing my hair.
As she kept vigil at my bedside.
There was an urgency in her tears.
As there was desperation in mine.
As we waited.
For sleep.
As we hoped.
For light to make its way into my nightmares.
Twilight leans low
over the lake,
God’s quiet hand smoothing
the day’s last breath.
Water gathers the sky
like a secret it promises
not to spill~
rose fading into lavender,
lavender into blue-gray hush.
A single ripple
wanders toward shore,
carrying this soft reminder~
even endings can glow.
I thank you for coming into my life
When bleakness had settled in.
I thank you for taking my hand when
I was low in spirit and needed a friend.
I thank you for bringing the smile
Back to my lips,
The tingle to my finger tips;
For smoothing the frown from
My brow and most of all,
For loving me, the best way,
You knew how!
I approach a poem
Just like a lover
I start on one end
And work my way to the other
Until each portion
That lies in between
Has been lovingly touched
Been felt and been seen
And with each touch
Smoothing out the lines
Improving the flow
Adjusting the rhymes
Until at last I reach
The poem's other side
Then I take it for
Its first test ride
Bright across the top
Dark across the bottom
Making the trees and the rolling hills pop
Swift colors
Paving their way left to right
Smoothing over the canvas
With falling moonlight
They create a gentle breeze that flows
As if I were there
Experiencing it tickle my nose
It was the first piece of art I ever saw
And I knew that I wouldn’t forget it at all
Wrestling in kitten-covered lawns,
Driving through your potato heart,
What did we begin?
When did we start?
Smoothing into your pixilated hair,
Bending into the fields with angels,
Why have we softened?
Where are the angles?
Ambrosia Wednesdays, Alfalfa Tuesdays,
Send me your message in big, bright colors.
How have we forgotten?
Who now sits in our old parlors?