The air slowly fills
with curly pungent wafts of steam
billowing up from a
hot freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Raising the baton to
conduct the dawn chorus
of bird songs and plans
mulled to begin.
I love to see and feel
the ringlet tufts of steam
getting up my nose, blurring and
opening up my eyes,
like a curtain raise,
to conduct the symphony to begin.
The trills and tweets,
chirps and cheeps,
whistles and trills,
caws and chortles,
are all entwined and garnered
in the first sips, of the first cuppa,
taken at wake of day.
The steam and songs
unspool a cotton thread of
memories and reflections,
hopes and fears,
to be weft, warped,
shuffled and shuttled,
through the loom
to weave the coming day.
shuttled darkness I
I am a light I see bright
vividly I am
~
bright shutter blinking
eyelids I captivate am
soul light I see bright
~
I am daylight in
the bleckest night eye soul shines
eye see behind night
~
at dawn rise new day
above Heaven's Hightowers
soul's light eyes shines bright
9/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
Shameless shady shepherd Sherlock shushed shoeless Sherman
so surely shabby sharp-eyes Sheila shellacked sheep-headed Sherlock
Shaken shallow Sharon shadowed shapely shipwrecked Sheila
Shadow-man shilly-shallied, shifting shopworn Sharon’s sheep
Showy Sharon sharpened a shortened sheath, shaving Sherlock
Sherlock shuttled shell shocked Sherman, showing his Shenanigans
Shoddy Sheila shocked Shelly, shaking sheep into Shangri-La.
Late 1940s England
the square
was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful
market barkers
drew the queues
with jokes
impromptu
shoppers filed
neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
& home colonial
the bacon slicer
shuttled back& forth
rashers scaled
in halves&fourths
bread mealed smooth&strong
butter patted shaped oblong
cheese cut with twangy wire
toasted later on an open fire
ham sliced from the bone
spuds bagged weighed in stones
tea from open square tins
packet-served with a welcome grin
'woollies' snackbar smells
'elevenses' hunger time to quell
one mug of ovaltine must'nt dally
so shortcut thru' market alley
where auctioneers tones rise&fall
above the sheep&cattle stalls
then off homewards at a trot
last pennies spent in feaseys sweetshop
on the train bridge 'spotted' numbers new
waited whilst the 'cutler' raced thru'
along pebble brook time to climb a tree
on this day shopping was made coupon-free
the square
was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful
market barkers
drew the queues
with jokes
impromptu
shoppers filed
neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
& home colonial
the bacon slicer
shuttled back& forth
rashers scaled
in halves&fourths
bread mealed smooth&strong
butter patted shaped oblong
cheese cut with twangy wire
toasted later on an open fire
ham sliced from the bone
spuds bagged weighed in stones
tea from open square tins
packet-served with a welcome grin
'woollies' snackbar smells
'elevenses' hunger time to quell
one mug of ovaltine must'nt dally
so shortcut thru' market alley
where auctioneers tones rise&fall
above the sheep&cattle stalls
then off homewards at a trot
last pennies spent in feaseys sweetshop
on the train bridge 'spotted' numbers new
waited whilst the 'cutler' raced thru'
along pebble brook time to climb a tree
on this day shopping was made coupon-free
The Red Square dared to inoculate us,
We shuttled a few space away,
It shot red blooms into the great beyond,
A hoverance there we would stay,
Observe we did this great awe that claims all,
To be just as red nebulae,
A gathering of equal shared behold,
A sun you were but now deny,
A better demand to be what you are,
Central squares of red and yellow,
Surrounded by an army of red specs,
We believe it's The Red Square's glow,
A great oddity in this dark expanse,
Made all red by this nebula,
We were placed in a trance in our advent,
There was none here irregular.
Date: 06/13/2019
A Precious Jewel was found
Just laying around
Sparkling in the sea
near the rocks, one flees
time in the wind
the blowing sand
a storm passes by
the winds were so high
shuttled cries.
A Precious Jewel now polished
a keeper
genuine and of a value unknown
one lost now is gone.
A Precious Jewel
untouched
for keep-sake
a must.
Gifts of love grace Spring cabins' still-shivering mantle
Intoxicant scents wafted into every corner -- covenantal
Luscious colors allure tempt Hope in dreamer's hearts
~ 'Till faded petals peel from sere stems, shuttled into anthills
No bothers
No wonders
Of restless opinions
Swaying me from the way
No cowing away
From ty thoughts
We still shuttled through
Though tossed away from our turf
Without manly smiles
Even as they stride in then out
We were humbled
Amidst their kin’s
We creased thoughtlessly
Awaiting the plan
But without a set course
We puffed up windless
Emerging in circles
Sighting the blazing flames
We lit up our grins
As they fired up the grill
We took several sips
With widen grins
We took several cheers
While bellowing Ganbei
with spicy treats soaked in gin
even sisters’
could not resist
we sat adorned
making blunders
making heavens wonder
as we swagger
attuned to the oriental tunes
defiling moments that limit us
linking us to the backdoors
flashing retrospective yokes
of individual realities
Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellacked Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated small skyscraper slinky, soapy, spooky squarely summoned, sentenced, sacrificed see swarthy Samsonite satraps Section SpecialOps.
Sometime soon savior snuck stealthily stealing sinful schleppers. sundown syzygy saw serendipitous, surreptitious, surreptitious segue-way shuttled safely Scottish shoals. Stigmatization stayed steady. Supplication statements swatted. Sole survivor swiftly spun self shaming sesquipedalian soliloquy. Sea side serenade soon spewed solipsism saving Slim Shady.
Sayonara seminal surfer swirling scarily sans sinister serpentine silent space.
Life is short
A day has passed
An hour is gone
A minute is consumed
A second still counts
Months have been washed away by rain
A heartbeat is still beating
Slowly but surely
Waiting for that moment to come
A mother,a father, a sister and a brother very weak
Longing for the day
When the heartbeat will stop
A voice saved
Last words from her mouth
Coming out bit by bit
Tears of their loved ones,dripping and drenching from their faces,really heartbroken
Torn apart,last day with her,last kiss,last word and then all shuttled down and chapter closed all because life is short..
My tenant body constitutes a lease,
A rented fabric owed to landlord Time,
From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease,
This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime.
My mind he stakes a vested interest in,
Its vibrancy is forced perforce to fade,
The stain of Lethe’s dull oblivion
Shall wash and sink this mind in murky shades.
Immortal dyes Arachne used to draw,
(While mortals die unraveled, naked, sheared)
Her strings contested Nature’s with their awe,
Art’s golden wool outwears the looming Weirds.
This trunk of life is tailored for a fashion,
Yet timeless wove is art’s transcendent passion.
There was nowhere to go,
but I got some company for show-
shuttled me in and out of Po',
raced a car and blew a motor...
Got me into shows,
had me playin’ like a vote,
I was reachin’ for the glows,
but was satisfied by all the bones-
in and out of cold,
I had company for show,
they let me know I was dope,
hit me up over the older phone-
waited for notes,
sat on a couch and watched wobbly-
intermittent heart throbbing,
as well as comedy-
the mood was drunken,
I raced with the stumpin’,
doin' it only once in a while-
but hey,
who are the one’s that are plunkin?
I loved Romper Stomper and reality t.v,
Boon Dock Saints, Archer and Weeds,
it was all what was happening free,
my laughter became the clapping,
my time as king was rapture,
as it seemed-
I could simply capture all my relative needs.
Your love scrambled my heart as if it were a three egg omelet
Breaking the shell of my soul till it crumbled
I am trying so hard just to forget
My inner self tumbled, bumbled
I felt shuffled, feeling muffled
I feel ruffled, our times stumbled
I would rather baste than forget
Or fry if our times you regret
My loves been shuttled
My emotions coupled
Left with no appeal
Spending time, letting my soul heal
Remembering, wanting to be with you.
The Bronx Zoo has a monorail
I’ve ridden many times.
It takes you into “Asia”
And the natives of its climes.
Passing elephants and rhinos
It has shuttled folks for years,
As they’ve watched amazing creatures,
Safely sitting on their fears.
But last week, just as the monorail
Approached the tiger’s den,
Someone leaped out past the fences,
The most foolish of all men.
A tiger from Siberia,
Four hundred pounds and fierce,
Was upon him in an instant
And those teeth had lots to pierce.
The keepers came and saved the man.
The tiger’s life was spared;
It merely did the job for which
Its nature was prepared.
The jumper wanted to be “one”
With that majestic beast.
I guess he didn’t realize
He’d be viewed as quite a feast.
Though animals amaze us
With their beauty and their grace,
More often I’m astounded
By the crazy human race!
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