Beat beat beats
The Tom Tom of the drums
Tom yom Tom Tom Tom Tom
Sounding beats the drum
9/17/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Beat beat beats
The Tom Tom of the drums
Tom yom Tom Tom Tom Tom
Sounding beats the drum
9/17/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
They knelt behind a photo booth humming
hymnals to a tooth-
decayed brand of gen X truth—
old gods' wants reclaim the youth.
Hottest month, the roads are dust
Gardens are drying up from drought
I’m talking about this 2022 August
Sun beating down with a heavy clout
Mercury thermometer’s about to bust!
August is the hottest ever on record
Global warming is undisputedly real
The U.S.’d better join the Paris Accord
Despite what conspiracists may feel
The world must sound a unified chord
Written August 6, 2022
Eatery Publix Unitio, or other wise known as the e.p.u..
they offer
waffle fried mash potatoes
w? bacon, sour cream, cheddar and chives!
Beef burgers? on French rolls
Lettuce, tomato,pickles and creamy mayo
cream puff pastry with vanilla cream and banna, strawberries
white chocal;ate
grilled and steamed brussel spouts with ham and balsamic
vinegar sauce
Goeduck strips ( clam strips) and chicken, potatoes,
with cream and sourcream
with bacon and goat cheese. topped with
poached eggs and garlicy bread crumbs
I am adamant hi cringe at the thought of dirty feet
I am biased and subconscious of crimson vegetable beets
No longer nowhere do you find coconut treats
Chocolate covered crimson beige grasshopper leaves
While ants are scrimmaging laterally liking playing football
And bees are buzzing around making a buzzzzz sound
Fluttering butterflies fluttering flattering floating
around above the ground the lower the sky has
Yet the parlay fleet of grasshoppers marching crickets rubbing their legs
Sounding off while they here are they there seemingly they're everywhere
Skreet Skreet Skreet the screeching sounds that come from their feet
Chirping chirping chirping where are they and do they ever sleep
I too have feet and I'm a floor runner
Twix and tween my corns and bunions
I'm coming running on my feet for you
9/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
rooster sounding off all up with the dawn breaking work must start today
Date Written: 4/26/2020
1/10/2021 Hi-Ku(6) place promise Contest Judged:1/10/2021 Sponsored by: Brian Strand. 1 Place Rooster Sounding Off
Note For: Bite Size Poem no 17 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Lazily, disdaining up above the sky to pursue
As the setting of the sun is to indolent to hold
Such a tournament is lengthened and embedded in gold
While the sun passively darkens for a night barbecue
I sit beneath a silvery moon hearing barking hounds
for some men have orgies near the Genious of the South
with blood-shot eyes and sweet sugar caned-lips and scented mouths
such surprising sounds while making folk songs like soulful sounds.
Their music vibrates above pine trees made up like guitars
Strumming, picking and singing songs of endearments in vain
many are now caroling a vesber up to the stars.
Mighty singers, I hear resinous in your throaty of songs
they are heard so sacredly like a whisper within the pines
were they given to virgin lips and cornfield concubines
To hear dreams of Christ till I meet dusty cane-lipped bongs.
to us was sounding,
Like heart that had been pounding
The sounds of words can shake the skies
or cut an ego down to size,
when knowing sages have their say
of fitting words to seize the day,
conveying wisdom from the wise.
An avid versifier tries
through orphic craft to harmonize
with sense and lyric overlay
the sounds of words.
From inner cosmos may arise
the wordless visions word defies
that seek to find a worded way
with synesthetic interplay,
and thus in poem crystallize
the sounds of words.
~ Harley White
When It Was Sounding
What I heard when it was sounding,
Music appearing to be so astounding,
Every single bit,
I loved all of it;
All around me had been surrounding.
Jim Horn
When Sounding and Writing Natural
Seems like words people prefer to seek.
Are natural ones to both write and speak;
Not berate,
And motivate;
Programmed sound so boring and bleak.
Jim Horn
Sound of the wind sound of the car the ear sounding like the insomnia.
sounding right
let the sound tear the solid sky apart
the message shall be realized in the limpid awakening
The 7th trumpet sounds
Nature takes her crown
Angels drop tears
Ending of human race is near.
for "Nature's Revenge" contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
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