Short Submits Poems
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A secretary who submits
To a job with side benefits
Soon tires of horseplay
And calls it a day
With chocolate-fudge banana splits
winter winds blow through
the new master arrives
fall submits again
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Happy birthday, Brother Jojo,
The flock obeys the Almighty;
The sheepfold submits to God's law,
Showing total humility.
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Charlie's cartoon characters were afraid
`Cause Caren wants humor in her crusade
Only one person submits
Caren careens and retrofits
Curiously all have it made in the shade
p o o p e d
laptops workbooks schoolagers
out. weekend is here
Saturday workday from home
a tenuous reader stoops
3/20/2020
stoops - yields, submits
I think I write so avidly,
Aggressively cutting the paper with words,
Because I hope to create a spark
With my force of passion
And I dream that it will become bright enough
That my own poems will form the lantern
That submits my darkness to light.
See how the lowly myrtle
seduces the lordly pine.
She entwines her arms
around him, he
submits. Beneath them
falls their issue: not
flesh, nor sinew, nor bone,
Only, sweet symmetrical
cone, its perfect whorls
and burls, the best
of both worlds.
Roses look redder
Sunflowers sunnier
Chrysanthemums brighter
Queen Anne's lace whiter
Leaves waving like pennants
Puffy clouds sail along
Grass green and refreshed
Birds sing their song
The breeze lifts my spirits
One click saves and submits it
Carol Brown never lets me down
She’s always there to comment me
Providing words of encouragement and praise
supporting my poetic ways
A faithful reader
A recognized leader
in showing support to this community
I look forward to
every review
she submits to me
and without any further adieu
I would just like to say to Carol Brown
thank-you
Loneliness submits to me like a bride,
Saying her vows and seeking marriage
I can’t break those vows and promises I’ve uttered
Spread butter to the toast –
Reveal to me her story
I’ll deal with being a loser…
though I feel defeated
At least I still have my inner pride…
Submitting to me like a bride…
Her promises will never die
Maybe I should humble myself........
A consortium of souls,
As bold as the new age,
Abuzz with ferverous purpose,
Attack their work until it yell play,
Asked to stay not longer than energy permit,
And yet energy submits itself like the sun,
Abundant and nourishing with uncompromising focus,
Align themselves with perfect chaos to produce progress in any form,
Ablazed with myriad rewards yet driven by one; to be alive.
She rolled down her silky sheer stockings
gives him a saucy sexy look,
imaging his hands there instead
gently coursing her trim figure.
Feels his eyes following his hands,
as she submits to her passion.
wishing that he could lay with her
as they transcended to heaven.
Alas it could never be, for he,
was only a marble statue.
Crafted by her, in memory
of the hours they once had shared
I live
Your time is meaningless
I am and always will be
Beyond what you know
I CANNOT DIE
For death is me
And I surround thee
Flaunting an inescapable fate
that awaits yee.
You go about your lives
Shrouded by me
Brushing me aside
When fortune favors thee
But I decide
Not luck nor chance
Nor fortunes favored glance
It is but a matter of your time
Then sands run out
And death submits this final rhyme.
‘I leave am for God’
Is the poor man's prayer
When he submits to higher realms
Transferring judgement to higher forces
The answer to that prayer is often terrifying
When you take another for granted
Trampling on another because you are advantaged
Usurping communal wealth because you are in charge
Bleeding the flock you are supposed to pastor
It is the poor man that bears the brunt
Don't fall a victim
Honeysuckle blooms and between my teeth, I tease it
like nipples on a lover's chest, so sweet though milk
is long gone. Salt and sweet the breast, my tongue flits
amongst love's sweat. Her skin fluid as Chinese silk.
Her juices flow; the ripest mango slit submits
as tears fill the hollow of her throat. None are her ilk,
but I, Mars, know She who has rises from the foam.
Worship her who causes worlds to writhe and moan.
A drop-drops moist mists from heaven
Summers first tears flowing down hill
Moisten air submits torrent pours
Humid blowing temperate toils
Falling abundant showers flows
~
Each and all cold dew drops fallen
Parley covers mists summer chill
Pity-patter droplets sprays door
Humid after the rain stops boils
Circumference lightning strikes coils
6/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I look at her
And I see
I see who she is
Who she dreams to be
I see her, in the dark
When she, herself, can’t see
I see all, not part
I see how she’s like me
I feel her
I feel her intense pain
I cry and cry. I don’t know why
I drive myself insane
He doesn’t seem to see
It appears he cannot feel
She submits, they agree
Not hers, but his will
But I see
I see her
I feel how she feels
I love her
I see the light, he kills
The currency of strength he holds not deaf to.
Intact, a willingness in favor of their ability.
Touched, not by the unfamiliar hands of hindrance,
but by her waking heart that speaks.
Uninterrupted, by the thoughts of the trained unfortunate.
His fortune, submits him to ideas of the unknown.
He speaks, with no approval of the mind.
In the Infinite, he expresses through feeling-
A playground; void of the pain of past, a fimiliarity is at play.
Earth goals no longer grip our attention,
although we play out our role as ordained,
positioned in the void of cessation,
feeling compassion for fellow souls stained,
in whose hearts love is yet to be ingrained.
Such is the case, although we do admit,
this neophyte is far from the summit,
yet having vaporised, empty within,
heart to throb of love, readily submits,
feeling magnetic bliss heat on our skin.
30-June-2021
He takes control of her menacing lust
Skin and flesh his lips explore
This savage impulse fueling the desire
The moment comes when she loses control
She submits to her man, as she quivers thereon
The sensation overwhelms her as he explores
Her ripe lilac blossom and petals of soft flesh
Every inch of silken skin traced and savoured
He is a honey bee collecting her luscious nectar
She moans uncontrollably but he is a honey bee
And she is his only flower.
Society is the life that the human being leads
The way he cohabits in his community
The way he behaves and responds to others
The way he submits to the more powerful one
The way he believes himself to be real
To be the center of existence
The way he freaks out over that which is different to his ideals
The way he protects himself and those he loves
The way he becomes love's fool, only to keep human life going
The way he lives on, mindless that he understands naught his surroundings!