Human race, don’t boast on the casualty coast
Frisking, seeking, pricking and nicking the truth
On a continental coast as to your truth you toast
Sending to Coventry the uncouth
Pummeling the truth, belittling the youth
Whose views you deride
As your rollercoaster swings South
In the company of your petty pride
In tow to brandish the interpretation
You vaunt with no iota of shame
At the place of honour you accord to the incantation
You blurt in the claim
You push far above merit
Twisting the truth, alienating allies
Although the truth you fail to inherit
In the realm where lies and flies
Sometimes cohabit
Dancing in tandem with hubris
Cultivated into a horrible habit
Which tends to increase
At sunup, at sunset
When the truth cries
Causing a major upset
As the zone of the truth decries
Sufferings the truth endures
In diverse fora
Where jesters ensure cures
Arrive fast to prevent error and terror
From decimating puritan platforms
Preventing them descending into the farce
That demeans the truth in its multifarious forms
While ascertaining misinterpretation remains sparse.
Bird in Sparse Tree
Lost in the woods
I should not have left my perch
The trees are sparse now
10/13/17
James Edward Lee Sr.
sparse winter
trees wear birds
like ornaments
they scatter
at any sound
and fly away
Sparse Plate
Never trust poetic twists
making old words new
forms that merely test your wits
hold your breath till blue.
Searching for the perfect rhymes
garnish for sparse plate
parsley, sage, and wilted thyme’s
vain attempt to sate.
4/4/2015
submitted to 7/5 Trochee – poetry contest
sponsor - Andrea Dietrich
miniscule buds popping up
yet they never make a whisper
ants trotting in a line
rarely seen through my eyes
air flowing past my lips
all without
a single acknowledgement through the process
countless lives wandering the universe
functioning all around
so much to be seen
with sparse time
and not enough senses
to experience all
in a single lifetime