We appreciate this modest passageway,
Which we are trying to coax you into.
You always seemed to figure these things out so wisely…
The fact that we are not trying to call you back to us.
But rather help you escape another way.
As you lie on this table-
We must act passively.
As we let go of your soft fur.
To allow your wings to sprout.
Sprouting spiritual growth a flower in the heart
Flourishing expounding expanding caressing the uppermost
Spiritual growth of a flower in the heart
Come at peace in your essence grow with me evervesente
My flower in my heart
1/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
In the pyre
of desire
In the fire
of passion,
The wine of lust
intoxicated us
with love...
Then we surrender ...!
Seeds Sprouted From Deep Within Mother Earth
Where watered are roots from my ancestral tree
in fields sown with pain and bitter harvests
Strong, brave-hearted once truly proud and free
sprouted mighty eagles from fledglings in a nest
Clear streams flowing, deep forests their paradise
the red-man lived life and sang happy songs
Long before whites came with deceit and vice
building towns filled with their lost greedy throngs
Seeds sprouted from deep within mother earth
freedom had its price but gave deep treasures
Living , loving and fighting for all his worth
red-man fought fire with full equal measures
Fate rewarded its deceivers with stolen goods
Now, Nature weeps when whites cut down our ancient woods
Robert J. Lindley, 11-03- 2016
Sonnet- LIN-10,11,12
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 11 10 10 12 0 11 10 10 10 0 10 10 11 11 0 12 11
Total # Syllables: 149
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 110
“The peas have sprouted,” he said with a shout!
Old Man Winter has finally gotten out.
Soon it will be fresh vegetables and flowers,
And fighting the deer so they won’t devour!
The Days Have Sprouted Wings :
The days fly pass as fast,
as one has come, its has ended.
No need to wish to be sweet sixteen
When it seemed so far away yesterday.
Nightfall again.
"Come, kindest steel
That speaks blood- songs
In cathedrals of the stars-
As nigh unto the Infinite
Swift Honour takes my soul...
Judge not my years too
Small a vessel
Worlds to full contain-
Love's tender iron long swaddled me
With Pain my suckling nurse...
So poised be now,
Salvific blade,
There 'pon this beating portal-
Enrobed, enthroned, majestic then,
Within my bursting heart!"
With rallied spirit
The thrust's begun!
But, Lo! Now's stayed the hand-
As shimmers Night into spectral form
Of strange dark ornament...
Then in tongue that's known the grave,
A whispered "Beloved, no..."
As fleeting then is gone the shape
And a single Black Rose sprouted
Where it had stood...
Where it had stood.
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