Short Transit Poems
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What to know
resumed control
to block
transit
effect.
gunboats
targeted
talking
shuttered the
close up
blackmail
is under control.
ICEBERG
Iceberg in the ocean
Implicit danger then
In transit to New York
Injury to the hull
Impossible to float
Into the depths she sank
mind field in transit
lost in modern translation -
translucent echoes
30th January 2020
Senryu on Mind contest
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Days stream by
leaves on a river
Nights drag on
hard frozen ground
Life's promise deserted
barren branches
December's transit
bound for nowhere
Transit in your resting
Amorphously in peace, and poise
Mindfulness and rapture
Make yourself serene
In the thought free alertness
Of reasonability and quietness
His words in transit,
world travel unleashed,
the world his page to run
Alone in his chair,
both here and then there
—the distance misbecome
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)
Getting ready to soar to the stars,
Into space launches Elon his cars.
He'll be needing a car.
For he plans to live far.
And there's no public transit on Mars.
Outrunning his destiny
fate to rescind
chance in the rearview
reflections within
A moment to gather
a lifetime in chase
the wind bearing transit
—alone in the race
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
Death is a journey
that’s taken alone
Released from the tempus,
our spirits to roam
Death is a servant
indentured to slave
A Master beyond
—new Angels at play
(The Book Of Prayers: February, 2021)
The lurid moon-
Dim as an eye,
squinting, and
waning unnoticed in
the despair of darkness,
like souls that trudge
through the roadless
vast transit of Sheol.
Guideless wanderers
lost: no spirit, essence,
nor aim.
The graves have been dug
all bugles away
Medals awarded
for valor displayed
The soldiers in transit
to homes once so dear
But where is the peace
—when gunfire you hear
(Opening Poem To My New Novel: ‘Approaching Storm’)
Bribe is a crime in all regions and religions.
Both hands up and down in transit of bribe in dirt
and unclean.Bribing is to get done or to not to do
something violating someone’s right.No wait fight
against this in all might!
Transit or destination
I take anything ahead of me
Delays don’t rile me
No terminus will be final
Over my shoulder are memories
Ahead of me are more dreams
Less sorrys
More stories
For good I leave the keys
One way ticket please
Dissolution emptiness;
Translates into rainy life;
Constraining
Transit passion
Dire embracement
Desolation life constraining
Transients
Passion Embrace desire
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Childhood transits,
Youth transits,
Love transits,
Pain transits,
Corruptor transits,
Hunger transits,
Poverty transits,
Our names transit
Politic transits,
Wealth transits,
Beauty transits,
Certainty transits:
LIFE IS TRANSITORY!
Eggwagon hauls the future
Within her steamy womb
Caviar of destiny
Fragile and pure
Eggwagon requires
Sidewalks quite smooth
Maternal slope of peace
Genesis in transit
Rocks and bumps of hate
Zygotes in turmoil
Fissures of neglect
The shame of who you are
Indulged in cherished fantasy in awaken state,
to risk illusion or suffer unrealistic ambition.
Fanciful actions to turn into reality,
in vain hope, we climb,
we climb to the top of our dream
And in that moment we transit from a Dream Chaser to a Dream Achiever.
Form:
As the local transit bus stopped and unloaded
Seconds after, a powerful bomb exploded.
We knew that terrorists had struck again,
Causing mistrust and fear, to everyone’s chagrin
Nearby a ten-story apartment house imploded.
written November 9, 2021
roadside leaves
are tired of torture
every vehicle passing
slaps its face hard
a child fond of leaves
brutally plucks some
herd of goats on transit
pick at some as they run
a dog that passes by
raises leg and makes it wet
roadside leaves suffer
but the world cares not
The bridge, binding all,
is tied, to our very, humane style.
For most of us, in transit,
the intent, isn't done, in a while.
The use, is definitely there,
the cost free, for all, to go, the extra mile.
The gift, that keeps on giving,
the chance to make happy, a happy smile.
disassembled
and torn
scattered
in the fetid
air
beyond
repair
in
higher
dreams
unheard
unspoken
a
thousand
whispers
in
the
night
of
this
brief
transit
inspired
by Ash Wednesday TSE
A calling from the velvet sky
A bright light of white fluffy cloud
In transit bird fluttering.
While wild in nature loud
Jettison birds fly
Gathering children summer playing
Under affirment gentle summer guise
6/7/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
While
plumes
flutter
in rhythm,
swans twirl a ballet
girdling through agile quills aflight
and pivot in choreography of glazed moondance
till wings leave at finale's point when icy November appears on a graywashed stage.
Contest Form- F sponsored by Broken Wings
1..28..2017
We walk on the final blanket that covers all
The earth is the womb all humans will transit to the court of the maker
I have searched through the skin of the earth..where are the killers of kudirat? Where is Abacha? The bowel of the earth does not refuse food,it swallows all
Even killers also die!
Rapid Transit
By Miracle Man
August 30, 2020
My mind is like a playground,
where endless thoughts skitter rapidly.
Pining to be heard they appear unbound,
but few morph into words, to be displayed in ink.
When the bell rings and recess ends,
most vaporize, because they stink.