Splendidly Poems

Majestic

Like lifting up the spirit,
To His Majesty, I’ll pray,
Entertaining heaven,
For she’s lavishly arrayed;

May our time, 
Chime at hand;
Building within me:
She’s a tenor, noted,
Splendidly sustained;
So, let it be –

Optimistically

Don't meadows soften the uneven routes?
Don't rugged trees have within them sweet fruits?
Aren't wavy seas engulfed by endless shores?
Doesn't truth shield the cores of mores?

My inner shrine has secret sacred zones.
Stumbling blocks could be used as stepping stones.
Thorny paths can turn into floral beds.
To till my soil of soul, I feel no threats.

Monsoons amalgamate with moist rainbows.
Doesn't each soul have silent volcanoes?
Pearls of optimism are splendidly spread.
Picking them, with faith, I must go ahead.

Imagination

Imagination is hope of the soul,
the possibility of wondrous flight 
or the outrageous flames of ecstasy
burning all we love leaving only coal 
to become God's own gemstones flashing bright
beyond earthlight, beyond eternity,
beyond the darkened glass we dream the goal~
crystal halls and golden streets, heaven's height,
where His snow white throne resides splendidly;
with mercy judge the quickened and the dead.

Our Better Angels

Don't meadows soften the uneven routes?
Aren't wavy seas engulfed by endless shores?
Don't rugged trees have within them sweet fruits?
Doesn't truth shield the cores of mores?

Stumbling blocks could be used as stepping stones.
Thorny paths can turn into floral beds.
My inner shrine has secret sacred zones.
To till my soil of soul, I feel no threats.

Sunbeams are spread over the winter ice.
Monsoons amalgamate with moist rainbows.
Though flesh is weak, isn't spirit suffice?
Doesn't each soul have silent volcanoes?

Pearls of optimism are splendidly spread.
Picking them, with faith, I must go ahead.

Cheltenham Races

Watched the steeplechase races at Cheltenham
At the haywall a jockey fell off 
His horse though continued to ride
And came first – what a great finish that was.
The name of the horse is Fiddlerontheroof 
But the victory was awarded to Monkfish,
Who came second, with a jockey on the back.
At my comprehension, Fiddlerontheroof won.
He did the job greatly, with no commands required 
He rode freely and gracefully, knowing how to make it
Showed splendidly what a horse ride must be like 
Without the torment of whips and this stupid rush.

A Lonely Bird

after I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, by William Wordsworth

I drifted in the sky as a lonely bird,
from the dust of dreams I arose.
The sigh of desolate heart I heard
emanate from the depth of woes.
The music of love within me didn’t die, 
floating in its cadence I soared in the sky.

I was captive in the yearning cage,
shrouded by the shadow of your tree,  
my loneliness you could never gauge.
I was longing long to be free,
fly in the zephyr when it began to blow,
flutter in the thicket of yonder plateau.

I felt the flow of fresh southern wind
waft me in the melody of whispering air 
through the ashen clouds silver-lined,
freed from the confine of despair.
After storm I reached the horizon of delight,
and soared in the sunburst sky bright.

As the rain drops sparkled in my eyes,
through the washed prism I could see
rainbow of reflected hues splendidly rise,
allure the dormant songbird in me 
to leave the nest and fly in melodic swings,
as I spread my beguiled dancing wings.

Each Star has a Pattern of it's Own

Each star has a pattern of it's own
as it shines brilliantly in the magnificent
galaxy full of wonderfully made stars

Each person has a life of their own
and can shine brilliantly in the magnificent
world full of wonderfully made people

Each written word has a place of it's own
as it leaps off the page splendidly
in the work of an inspired writer

PASSIONS PURE -LIKE A RAIN ROSE FLOWER

Splendidly, vividly she stands strong
Like an orchid with thorn liken a rose
Spicy yet mild elegant mature
Passions pure
Like a rose petal in the rain
Each petal sheds a tear
Rain falls down, I be lifted up
Tears falls down just rain drops
Splendidly, vividly she stands strong
Like an orchid with thorn liken a rose
Spicy yet mild
PASSIONS PURE -LIKE A RAIN ROSE FLOWER

7/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©.

Curtains

Setting: A man and woman in a brightly sunlit living room. 
Characters: 
Giselle (G): Dressed splendidly in a brand new hand made dress. 
Robert (R): A kindly man who had let Giselle stay at his place overnight. He was dressed in a suit ready for work. 
Dialogue: 
R: (With a furious demeanor) What have you done to my curtains? The windows are bare. How do you propose we keep the heat out?  
G: (surprised, having never seen anger before) I needed another dress, my old one was torn and dirty. 
R: Don’t you know why Nancy ran out? She is my girlfriend and what she saw … she thought was us being intimate— 
G: Is this anger I see? I have never seen anger!  You must go and sing to her Robert, that will fix everything: 
R: This isn’t fantasy world it’s the real world! 

Epilogue: Do not compound an accident with an “on purpose’’ The compromising position they were in was an accident. Cutting up perfectly good curtains belonging to a stranger that showed kindness, is an On Purpose.
Will she be allowed stay another night?

My sweet precious Little One

Sleep now and dream my preconscious sweet little one 
For the gifted life and future is yours
To grow with vigour and splendidly blossom
Under the ripening life giving sun 

For the summer of my youth
had bloomed and blossomed so long go
For the sunshine as a bright candle that is now dimming
As dusk assents to darkness
And crumble devoured me but as a wilting flower
The curse now bestows.

My precious sweet little one
My earnest wish
Is that your future be bright and happy
May you dance in that glorious smiling sun
Your dreams all come true
For You gave me so much happiness 
And filled my heart with so much joy
The likes I never knew
May you be bestowed with blessed true love
And by wish you become a loving mother
As I am a Grandfather
So you can say that I 
My sweet preconscious little one
You love them too.


Peter Dome©2024

Alcedo Atthis

Kingfisher! Sculpturally shaped! Beam with a bold bright beak!
How splendidly your soft-strong somatic symmetry shines!
Awesome is the charm of your topaz eyes and rainbow quill.
Wondrous are your feet, tail, and poised plumage pattern designs.

Symbol of swiftness, prosperity, and agility
Fortune, patience, and abundance abide in your esse
Compassion, courtesy, and creative felicity
With each weather, season, and circumstance, you acquiesce

With paramountcy and persistence, you pitchpole from perch.
Which vaulter in this universe could fulfill such a feat?
Blue and orange! Moving motionless, like a sage, in search
Do you swingeingly oversee the lands-oceans-waves meet?

Infirm in form, you conform to any storm and transform
Is such nature, as though inborn, quilled as a human norm?

The Arrival Of Night

Dusk unveils the stars, light by light;
as blue morphs into ebony.
And as silhouettes fade from sight,
scarlet bleeds from a dying sun,
marking the arrival of night.
Slowly absorbing pinks and greys,
chameleon clouds switch off white.
And Luna rises splendidly;
like a Chinese lantern in flight.

Climbing Vines

The paring knife of winter
undams the dense brown
blood. Asps awaken and seethe—.

Twining stems sweat,
Irregular coralla dance
around your feet, pray at your altar.

Children of the soil, meek
and mirthless—no currency
save the smooth skin of spring.

Flexous philosophies, grown
splendidly in the shade
do not flower well in sunlight.

Black axillaries, soft feather!
Cower in the green heat,
pull away in kindness. 

The slate gray scrape of whetstone
Sunlight sharpens her blade—
a smile carved through the clouds.

Montauk Haiku 2023

Been coming to these
shores for almost
50 years

Drive through Hamptons
extravagance galore
wealth on exhibit

Lighthouse beckons
on the horizon
Old Glory flutters

Tourists everywhere
different languages spoken
magnificent day

People of all ages
young, old
enjoying surroundings

Birds overhead
wonders of nature
splendidly majestic

Boats on water
cruising by
serene calmness

Red Moon Rising

Deep into scientific facts, I do not want to go,
Though - why? And what? - Questions of reasons often in me glow;
I wonder at the mystery of the magic sun, here,
How he splendidly, with his brush, brightens up the moon's sphere...!

An amalgamation of orange, red, white, and maroon,
On a canvas, sober and solemn, set like a sand dune;
As though brutal murder is committed and blood is shed,
On peripheries of ponds and lakes, red rays flow ahead...!

The Vagabond clouds try to caress and kiss it gently,
The breeze, sometimes slow, other times fast, taunt it intently;
A little darkness from some unknown horizons hovers,
As though tears on someone's farewell, there are also showers...!

A manifestation of an accord made with the sun,
In myths, with the bloody red moon, many stories are spun;
In amazement of human paths of pilgrimage, perfect,
The blood moon is a gorgeous chariot with red gems decked...!

Though a mystical shadow, depending on the nature,
The blood moon has extraterrestrial legislature;
Harbinger of the apocalypse or Parousia,
Speaks volumes! The red moon is an encyclopedia...!

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