Moments of my heart yet beating
Sweet passions of lisp I'm sleeping
Dreaming of such a thing as breath
Knowing that my minds-set
Near ending such beliefs
Of conjuring things
Reel to reel, spill so near
Blinded sited, left delighted
Moments of my heart yet beating
Sweet passions of lisp I'm sleeping
Passion driven thoughts misleading
8/23/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
Categories:
sited, analogy, anxiety, appreciation, community,
Form: Rhyme
What do I know about maternity?
The Heavily Pregnant’ Fraternity…
First, labor cries a continuity,
Next, shouts of victory an eternity:
Lord God’s words had never returned empty,
Mothers with new babes, their strengths empty:
All of them just won the longest battle;
When occasioned wrongs attract no rattle…
Where you don’t meet smart men or The
More of “Father” Seeker than Gold Digger,
Male doctors, male nurses plus their husbands,
Young men there during labor beaten bands!
Where cut are cords joining mum and babies
But restored through breast milk to the babies
Careless still-births could maternities kill,
Wide gulfs created few midwives refill;
They know when to tell The Laborers “Push”
For maternities not sited in bush.
Categories:
sited, celebration, child, emotions, father,
Form: Rhyme
"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" - Charles Messina
The sun thaws in a kaleidoscope of hues,
of crimson, yellow, and blue flows.
As the sun slumps into direct view,
Sited off the coast, back to repose
Sparkling shades pervade the sky,
tributes to the lonesome moon.
colors that are so vivid to the eye,
Birds soar aloft to the nightingale's tune.
Final sight of aesthetic grace,
ahead of the onset of total nightfall.
Relish the extent and luster of the place,
awe-inspiring beauty, and splendor of it all.
Conch gem and sylvan shell,
splash ashore with scenic beauty.
Sapphire tides wished each other well.
over hills uttered in the birds' first fluty
Absorb the morning's chuckling allure,
it dispels fear and helps you sparkle like jade.
Believing that love offers a delightful lure,
delight at dawn with the sky's shade.
2nd place contest winner
Written November 30, 2022
Submitted to: "Colors in the Sky" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
sited, analogy, appreciation, bird, color,
Form: Rhyme
What I told Bill
My voice unchanging and shrill
Was about life in water necessitating gills
And the ones on fire, grills
The left spaces for man to fill…
And it should be mainly about his will
But not less intensely his zeal
The same I had disclosed to Jill
But it didn’t him at all thrill:
On some angered bottle spending a dollar bill
And glumly ascending a closely bill
From his valley-sited vacant mill
Always life depicting as The Still.
Categories:
sited, analogy, creation, depression, education,
Form: Rhyme
~ aunt Jan baby sited young niece diaper full brother fed her Exlax™
1st Place Placement in Contest
For Tease a Friend Poetry Monoku Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May
2/2/21
A Fun joyous wit dedicated to Jan Allison
Categories:
sited, 5th grade, adventure, analogy,
Form: Monoku
I don’t know if we were the first,
other's had sailed away.
There were rumors of settlements.
Years later, pleading petitions to the king,
then silence.
Months of turmoil and torment
upon the merciless seas.
Our ship almost a wreck,
the pox and plague
having whittled us down,
to a motley band of hollow eyed scavengers.
Then Land sited!
The fabled Americas! Those yonder shores
must be that fearful, paradise of legend.
We had overcome!
The Captain led his weary folk ashore,
but being the ships cat I stayed
to find the last remaining rat.
That night I dreamed
that the ship up-anchored all by itself.
The men dashed back to the shore
to save the vessel, but I, the last sailor,
rigged the tattered sails
and flew before the wind back to England,
but not before I had fired my pistols
into the yelling, stranded, and doomed crew.
‘Not yet America,’ I thought – ‘not yet.’
Categories:
sited, poetry,
Form: Free verse
My journey is not long but my dream is
I search for the fastest way to reach my destination
But time tells me, “Take one step at a time”
I heed this advice
With patience as food of choice
Trust my drink to quench my thirst
I take a deep breath and struggle to look ahead
All I see is the same old things my eyes are used to seeing
Color, trees and the African savanna surrounds my day thinking
Social media confuses me with false testimonies from life failures
They think they made by their own knowledge yet it’s God’s intervention
They praise their wealth in place of God
They worship money instead the one who deserves it and lives forever
My God stand and see my evil heart even as I write his poem
It’s not perfect but at least it has little faith in you
Money I asked in a dream, you did provide me with it
Imperial status I saw my phone calling me to it
When will that happen my God?
I write this as I am sited in this barbarian chair
Idol worship is well known in this country
Yet for the sake of the few believers; you have spared us
Joy and peace through faith,
Trust and love be mine from God
Through forgiveness of my sins
Chuimunga the poet
Categories:
sited, 11th grade, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse
I am writing this as vivid as a candlelight dancing in the dark ~
Portraying shadows of my greatest regrets.
There’s a battle going on around the world ~
Even as the sunrise enters and shines inside these walls ~
And through the nights, stars frolicking like ladybugs dancing in silence ~
I, sited in anguish and guilt think that the exclusion of one man ~
From the battlefield could spell victory in our favor ~
And so I cowardly isolate myself into a silent warrior ~
Just as a sniper would ~
Lying flat on his belly, watching from a far distance ~
Less conspicuous to the enemy.
I hope that my dormancy helps us get the upper hand ~
But before I head out on this conquest, know that I had fought a good fight
Categories:
sited, absence, courage, farewell, international,
Form: Verse
Numbers
We strive to change our place in life,
to keep up with our neighbors.
Why? Because we have been taught, it is expected.
It is not. It is a lie.
Happiness has no amount, if not bought with the price of life.
Freedom to love one another and lift up our faces and hands, to heaven.
One God, One Nation, One Nation Under God…
We the people stand, we the people are to be counted.
You think is it okay to give our way of life to strangers? (free free free)
People that do not know or care, its worth.
Low “endlings” that have crawled from the darkness,
to claim shelter among the sheep.
The guard dogs are not short sited.
They are not asleep.
They see clearly the disguise you wear,
the evil that you keep.
You are being counted, and gathered…
You may not know it yet.
Time is marching to your demise.
You are unworthy to be here.
You will be culled from the heard.
You will be removed.
Categories:
sited, absence, abuse, addiction, allah,
Form: Free verse
DeBOUCHed PAINTED SKIN--
I saw you in the mirror naked
Paired in thoughts of righteousness clothed debouch and railed
Skin on fire blazed my eyes sited dark
A mist the stellar darken lightness glows black
Images of real were flash false painted
Eye lid blind rapid realities lost
For the view of you was not clothing in skinem
5/28/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
sited, allusion, analogy, confusion, how
Form: Blank verse
he engaged the endeavor
to be successful
they sited his past
successes
and marveled at
prospects each current condition
allowed
effectiveness and likability
began the outline
each move anticipates
an answer
each word was marked
by consequence
they listened to his every word
to downsize
the ego he had allowed to
follow him
his voice sounded across ages
and his body was wanted
in every corner of the world
they saw him as a means of
recreating the image of masculinity
from endeavor to endeavor
his showmanship has been measured
and his value equated
those who wish to be apart of him
in work, must see him as an
endeavor
quick and kind
right and real
wrong and understood
mean as a man should be
insight of creation
that his sperm is as wanted
as the air from his nature
effective his words
understood in every language
sought his talents
appreciated in every culture
wanted him as lover
adored in it's being
endeavor to endeavor
kind, mean, and clever
that all shall feel his presence
and speak of him
as champion
best in the world
the greatest of all time!
Categories:
sited, confidence, culture, mentor, metaphor,
Form: Ballad
YOU’RE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING YOU ARE
You, you are;
The most beautiful thing you Are;
You are;
Such a beautiful being
You are;
You’re the most beautiful
You, you are;
Ever sited so inviting;
You, you are a vision most lovely;
And you are the most lovely-beautiful one;
In the world, the whole wide world
You, you are;
So wonderful;
You, you are;
My one and only;
Oh! You, you’re the most beautiful thing you Are
You’re the most beautiful thing you Are
You’re the most beautiful being you Are
10/10/18
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
sited, analogy, appreciation, blessing, desire,
Form: Lyric
Someone whispered once to me
You see up there, up there we’re free
We cannot see it or know its gate
But it’s from down here we live to wait
And when its time, our time to go
Up there to heaven is where we’ll blow
Towards the light, our spirits shall ride
To a magical heaven where hierarchies abide
Its spiritual radiance of all that is calm
A place of celestial divinity as sited in psalms
Just perfect and beautiful and gloriously pure
With magnificent colours that heal all obscured
Souls of the past of future of present
Working together in love light and inerrant
With unicorns and Angels and all that is free
And one day amongst them soon to be me.
26 August 2018
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
Categories:
sited, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
SIMPLE SAM
Simple Sam chewed rubber bands;
Lived in a shelter couldn't afford chewing gum;
Would catch pigeons to eat for meat;
He thought the wings were sweet;
Would pan-handle off the end of the interstate;
Would eat the leaves off the trees like grapes;
Now he'd wash his clothes, body and hair;
By running behind a car in a car wash;
And if all that didn't settle;
He would chase the dogs that chase the cats for an hour;
He had one pair of shoe left foot "All Stars" right foot "KEDS";
At Sunday morning church service was the loudest to say AMEN;
Would stick his hands and head in the window of passing autos;
Yell, spit, scream at you Hey, give me duce or a dollar;
Sticky fingers, licking trees;
Rubs mud on his arthritic knees;
Every time you stand or walk by him;
He'll grip you, squeeze you and hug;
Simple Sam's improvised but he loves the Lord;
He titles his gleanings 10 percent;
Sited by his convictions mercies lent;
Never tired, never bored;
Wakes in the morning in winter covered in snow;
Now you may think you're the man...
Ha!!! ya ain't never met SIMPLE SAM
1/27/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
sited, appreciation, caregiving, celebrity, character,
Form: Free verse
Serenity transmits through my veins like blood
Amidst beautiful flowers of roses and lilies
Mixed in dazzling bright colours
Like the shades of a rainbow
Huh! This ambience smiles at me
Like the morning sun
Gosh!
Tiny droplets drip a pool of cold sensation on my quiet skin
With the East-wind humming its motion into my nerves
Yet, splits of mountain dew rains on me
Like a sensational mild kiss
From my creator
Hmm! This feels like heaven on earth
I see twinkling little birds
Twinkle-off my twinkle little eyes
Whistling sonorous tunes
Borne out of a genuine heart
Yet, dancing to the rhythm of chromatic tones
Birthed in the wind
And like a gentle touch from the wind,
This atmosphere melts my skin
With a romantic feel from within
Transcribing its impulses
Into goose bumps in me like a pin
Hmm!
I feel like the queen of an orchard
Sited beside the pool of Lake Chad
Categories:
sited, africa, environment, flower, garden,
Form: Narrative
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