Short Succulents Poems
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joyous, succulents
ever-present spirit first
as the flesh touches
12/18/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Pachyphytum is a small genus of succulents in the family Crassulaceae, native to Mexico. Lovely rounded leaves and nice flowers!
sugar almond plant
neat silvery light green leaves
reddish-pink flowers!
In the desert, succulents sun themselves; they’ve no need to work.
Full of drink they bask; playing Opossum for predatory eyes.
Any flower, wild or in a garden, must be jealous.
Culinary resonations my senses please
Blowtorch trimming the tapering of cheese
Cremated lactations dance on the fan’s breeze
Crab forks impaling young peas
Lightly dusting salt of the seas
Grindings of exotic teas
Marinades my taste buds tease
I had never been fond of succulents
They are usually a dull green,
Shaped in the same way with stiff petals
Hens and chicks, we used to call them in Iowa
But today I saw some new ones.
They are purplish blue, a gorgeous color
I have changed my mind now
it resides on the southern side of houses
that are filled with cacti and other succulents.
it reflects in between chagal moons
and smoldering cigerette butts.
i saw it once under a lamp along the
roadway just after it rained along cheklov
and 12th st, it was so surreal and beatiful.
Form:
The lace of a Lily
and grace of a bee
the face of a flower
and sun on the sea
Silhouette shadows
cloud painted skies
rivers of peace
a bird as she flies
colorful lichen
the succulents glow
still water mirrors
and Autumn’s first show
All of them captured
as moments in time
life’s truest treasure
these moments of mine
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive;
for surviving, often takes extra effort.
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert;
Then cool moon arrives, as if pressured.
A beautiful, flowering cacti night, alive!
Intense thirst in the sweltering desert,
yet, the emerald succulents still thrive.
Succulents line the windowsill
Of a sunlight, drenched nook
Jasmine, draped, rafters spill
Down rows and rows of books
A gentle creak, follows feet
As they sweep across the floor
To a homely, cozy, quirky seat
Warmed as sun rays pour
Bustling streets, beyond the glass
A thousand worlds away
A witness to a life, so fast
Yet, in my nook, I stay
I've tasted her lips
weave kissed
her saliva was sweet
sugary like licorice
juicy plump
like bubble gum
like a butterfly sucking nectar
Plum lips sulligan
succulent
skin soft warm vibrant
the nectary sweet
I receive her sugary liquid
from after her lips
my beloved kiss aah! Just so...
Succulent
1/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Morning is a bright looking florescent
that unfold splashes of sultriness;
thrilling luminosity blewing off saturnine
incessantly each day you awake
to greet your pallid-cream face.
It shoot in succulents embrace
flurrying optimism and illusory hope
as fiery as your desires
just enough for a blade
to slash through depression
with unassailable sense.
Whilst to others
it's a suicide ice
& huge spectre
that will ruin
the gambles of their nights.
I've tasted her lips
We've had kissed
Her saliva was sweet
Sugary like licorice
Juicy plump plum, like bubble gum
Like a butterfly sucking nectar
Life Starts preserved
Front lips succulent
Skin soft warm vibrant
Connect to sweet I received her sugar liquids
From after her lips
Within her heart's mouth
Her lips mybeloved kiss
Lips succulents
9/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
"from LIFE DISCERN Anthology "