Short Uppermost Poems
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There's both good and bad in every man
And like the two sides of a coin
Tis upto him and him alone
Which side of the coin is uppermost
Spread your souls’ wings and
soar to the uppermost heights;
Flight is elation,
Soul travel on the ether's;
Sweet solitude in the light.
Presidents should always honor the post
Respect the office, a privilege not a boast
The world is watching
No time for wobbling
Get off your horse, respect is uppermost
Presidents should always honor the post
Respect the office, a privilege not a boast
The world is watching
No time for wobbling
Get off your horse, respect is uppermost
Presidents should always honour the post
Respect the office, a privilege not a boast
The world is watching
No time for wobbling
Get off your horse, respect is uppermost
I have gorged myself since I was young,
occupying the uppermost rung
of the swallowing clique,
and to stay thin and sleek
I exert my key muscle — the tongue.
Top
Uppermost, Chief
Ascending, Excelling, Surpassing
Summit, Apogee, Pinnacle, Culmination
Falling, Declining, Lying
Low, Under
Bottom
the gathered wind blows
uppermost, heaven moves as
the sea rolls movement
~
tornadic regim
flowing clouds movement intense
water rains plumets
6/7/26
Written words James Edward Lee Sr 2026
TRACINGS
so
pleasing
conversation
diffused
imbued
varieagated
in
deep sentiment
uppermost
identity
reawkened
a
passing
ressemblance
envisaged
&
beholden
an echo
of
a respectabilty
played out
in
twylight
splendour
TRACINGS
so
pleasing
conversation
diffused
imbued
varieagated
in
deep sentiment
uppermost
identity
reawkened
a
passing
ressemblance
envisaged
&
beholden
an echo
of
a respectabilty
played out
in
twylight
splendour
Sprouting spiritual growth a flower in the heart
Flourishing expounding expanding caressing the uppermost
Spiritual growth of a flower in the heart
Come at peace in your essence grow with me evervesente
My flower in my heart
1/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Bats who are hanging in need of a crap
Are advised to themselves not besmirch
Much better to go for a toiletry flap
Than do their own poo on their perch
For what, otherwise, from their uppermost end
Trickles down to the head through the fur
Proves gravity is not the roostdangler's friend
Especially when bowel movements stir!
The house was crooked with frightening angles
At the front door were several black pumpkins
Screeching is heard in the uppermost tangles
The house has ghosts that surely live deep within
The third floor seems to be the signature room
Where they collect and meet to spell out all doom
Late at night, in the wee hours they play around
It’s the spookiest building here within town
Russell Sivey
Loftier visions one has uppermost in mind
Thoughts of conquests in the long days ahead
Often may not come as one expected to find
Like a strange, exotic fantasy in one’s head
Evoking stranger deeds where nightfall led
In dead of night when one lies deep asleep
Come fabulous dreams that are loathe to keep
In daylight hours unbridled by relaxing air
When paths are long and roads too steep
When busy-ness transports the mind elsewhere.
recently written (2021)
wait for this
wait for that
wait feed the cat
wait we do
it's all we do
wait for the
light of green
stay in line
at the market
one thing though
ain't expected
wait a lifetime
the end will come
never be ready
for those glorious
golden gates
beckon me inside
but wait
there's still more
on my agenda
haven't seen it all
'tis impossible
glorious sights
a beautiful planet
not a problem
seems trivial
but at the time
it is uppermost
on my mind
Leaving the Golden Gate behind us
heading into the open sea
I vigorously wave back from the sun deck
uppermost her funnel capped by distinctive yellow welsh bonnet
seeming close but easily clears the span with room to spare
ahead lies the broad blue open sea
one always imagines tomorrow will shine
it is a beautiful breezy day
morning wishes shone shining clear and calm
splashed now some forty years or more in its auric haze
still I am rocked to the sea-beat of life in my ears