Short Soars Poems
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the evening Sun shines
a little fine Moon soar high
betrayed by the Stars
5/3021
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Passionately picture this preserves spirit soaring purposely posed heading toward heaven
9/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Tailed kite
Drifting higher
Grand sight
Thrill crowd
Gather around
Peals loud
Wind blew
Tug, pull, line breaks
Shed tear
4/15/2020
Owl Soars - A Haiku
witching autumn freeze
how a little, cold owl soars
enjoying the leaf
11/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
sunshiny springtime
a little Happy Bird soars
despite the flowers
4/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Blessed Sunrise day to Carmen Lee Brown Lee
Dull drab days drips the spirit down and dry
so sole souls sip spirits to soar it up and high!
15-Jan-2020
Twist my Tongue Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Into the sky she soars with wings wide open
with innocence of mind, heart, and soul
Through the clouds and through eternity
she flies, to meet the one who gave us
resurrection and life..
the hawk
raptor sometimes called
black death or stealthy fighter
hawk owns names proudly
hawk
hawk soars above clouds
then dives fearlessly toward prey
clever is the hawk
FROZEN COLD WINGED Eagle SOARS - A Haiku
hillside wooded cold
A golden, old eagle flies
cold wings before soar
~
rocky cold hillside
A headed, old eagle flies
beyond the cold wings
01/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
Not I am in the navel of poem
No wave of words floats me
On the strong wings of albatross
All over of thoughts, I seek integrity
No chaotic juice of madness
I do not need to confess
In less of everything, at least
In poetic soars, I feel best
-25/01/2021 Chattogram
Soaring Eagle Soars
I’m an eagle
And by and by
I soar in the winds
I do fly
And within my eyes
I spy
Soaring the winds
I see all inside
I’m an eagle
And by and by
I soars the winds
I do fly
10/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
white in the sky, a dove, angelic sight
a flight through every moment of daylight
light drizzle of rain brought it to alight
safe in the site of limbs, descending right
into the calm night ; spread its wings delight
flew right to the top again at sunlight
4/26/2017
This day soars, refreshingly
Floating in umber modesty
Mewling boisterously, in jollity
While, harvest colors blink
Tragically in shades of pink
Afternoon progresses in happiness
From there on, the evening moon
Shines in bright, yellow incandesce
As nightfall settles over sky festoon
body ails and breaks down
yet Spirit sores and uplifts
life is stopped by age
yet Spirit still sores
hands of time wither on by
spirit takes on flight
body stiff so
spirit has no age limit
minds still sharp as whip
old bones rest for while
mind and body together
keep going in life
Even a sparrow soars
As its tiny soul
Climbs to great heights
Have you seen it?
Wings flat against the body
Brown bullet
Aerodynamically
Slicing through the air
Covering distances
In a twinkling
That we lumbering humans
Take minutes to travel
Surely it can reach heaven
More easily than we
December 7, 2009
black hawk soars high
cardinal comes to feed
black hawk joined by mate
blue jay takes turn
I envy them
none must clean out garagae
jealousy reigns
they don’t buy groceries
squirrel takes off
leaps and twirls
acrobatic
genius
none of them wash clothes
feathers and fur
that’s the difference
I plot my next life
one vibrant
soul soars
you tease
my heart
as with wings
it flutters
flying high
my spirit
searching
for you
my promised land
far off
in the distance
hovering over you
looking down
a beautiful sight
as i slowly descend
landing beside you
my soul rests
with you
my soul mate
heaven has
a new meaning
heavenly
in you
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Altho !
Basic
Curiosity
Does
Examine
Fervent
Genders.
Heated Instillness
Joins,juggling
Kites
Landing
Metrically
Near
Overpasses
Premiering
Quickly
Racing
Subdued
Torn
Underneath
Villhelm's Windows.
Xylophage's
Yet zoars.
(and be courious whom is Villhelm he's the boy with the kite full of Xylophages?)
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
June 30 2017
Clouds like sand ripples 'pon the beach
Only their color dark
Almost black, whispy clouds of white
Cobalt blue clouds make mark
Rising sun makes some glow with light
Slits in the clouds show red
Soon the sun will be up and warm
The beauty of morn fled
Thank you Lord for another day
Abundant blessings pour
Whether in showers, sun or storm
Your Love makes my heart soar
the spirit does soar,
left the feet on the ground,
the passion ensures,
faith has been found,
though we dwell in the flesh by the shore,
ole spirit does o-pen the door,
spirit it lasts evermore,
from body 2 body allowed,
wriggle 2 shrug off the shroud,
death rattle the obvious score,
come again as before and before...
depend....don't deplore...nevermore,
he he haw...Don Johnson
,
For this you see I'm falling asleep;
On these the golden fields;
Beneath the sun above the clouds;
Silent rises beset noise;
Congregational life praise hands loud;
Dawning glories burdens poise;
Shouts of jubilee roars;
Like a lion on his prowl;
Nursing timid giraffes soars;
Leap forth over gall they scowl;
==Jungle path nature grazing
Sun bright shine in lions hazing--
My kindred spirit soars in search of you
above the clouds it roams amongst the blue.
Or dives beneath the oceans darkest night
before it surges forth again in flight.
Connecting with another brings a new
beginning of a friendship that is true.
Like-minds that understand the words I write
our vision for each other kept in sight.
Our spirit's bound together mine and yours
in prose or verse my kindred spirit soars.
Body ails, yet spirit soars to see
Mother Nature’s beauty that surrounds
us all. I feel thankful just to be
in a place where nature’s spell abounds.
Yes, a magic spell I am under -
as I view many mountains everywhere.
At trees ablaze I gaze in wonder
in the freshness of the autumn air.
Though in pain, I must show gratitude
for friends, family and the outdoors.
Positive will be my attitude.
Yes, body ails, yet spirit soars.
As The Plane Soars High
E-arly Friday comes out,
D-ecember thirtieth day;
W-hite clouds up above
A-re replacing the gray.
R-ise of the sun begins, after the Thursday twilight;
D-awn has just broken, leaving the dark of night.
D-ust in the open air
I-s nowhere to be found;
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re buried in the ground.
I-t's a wonderful birthday, beneath the blue sky;
N-ew morn meets the breeze, as the plane soars high.
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I composed a free verse feeling rush that soars with
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