Short Whelms Poems

o’ gentle autumn 
winds find themselves flowing blows
Blowing over the 

whelms Of gentleness
harvested trees that surround
you and I and me




10/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©...

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The relentless feeling of anger over whelms us, 
From the depths of emotion comes the monster that we fear,
The darkness pass over like a bad dream come to life,
Shall we run from the evil with in,
As we fight the losing battle,
Fear the darkness,
Fear the unknown,
Where shall we go, 
When fear comes,
For us....

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A Silent Admiration

    Silent One whelms me since entry to poetry: sole inspiration. 

    01/11/20

   Note. Silent One belongs to my next generation. I feel charmed and moved by
 each poem composed by him. He is a true talented poet. Blessing to him always. 


 ' Who flips your trolley' Contest by Bobby May...

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In the corner of the galaxies
Sheds all the darkness over whelms me
And it's within this odyssey

The light shines 

Just a glimmer a poke
Transparencies dawns then shines on me
And it's within this odyssey

God in heaven
Creator of ALL and matter
In the corner of the galaxy

God THE LIGHT SHINES

7/3/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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ONE TWO THREE
    
                     one two three in queue 
                    emotion love and passion
                      to entwine in mind.
    
            When first love charms, enchants, whelms,
             emotion surges, passion flames.                     

   02/27/19
               Fifth Place
     'Charliekucoup' Contest by charles messina....

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BEAUTY

               Beauty charms,
               wonderfully whelms to watch.
               Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder.
               Beautiful behavior to boast, attracts most.
               Love is the essence of beauty in mind.
               Elegance is the beauty of personality.
         
    12/22/18
                    Third Place
 
   'STRAND SELECT 8' Contest by Brian Strand...

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As I pass the Bookstore,
I can smell the parchment of opened books.
The colorful covers call me forth.
The stories continuously call my name.
The poetry asks me why I’m not there.
My poems chide me to hurry and sally forth.
Here my need to write attacks my soul.
As passion over whelms my heart,
I scurry home to do my part.
Maybe someday my dreams and talent,
Will tear down the barriers so I too, can display my art.

Written 5-03-2011...

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pips
pine
poses
perfect
perfectly
perfected
perfecting
perfectionism
perfectionistly so
he played his harp
only heard in the dark
shadows shattered rest
broken by silences test
waves wane on sound
vibrations are bound
touching chaotic'ing realms
brushing neurotic'ing whelms
blushing arts streaming scars
prancing like gleaming shards
glancing with seeming stars
romancing  loves branded 
regaurds
only heard
in
the
dark
he played his harp
?...

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