My demons, I see,
Though they are quiet
But are never silenced
They still want to riot.
Some of the demons leave me,
So, it's quiet in my head
Some of them travel with me
Yet, they roam inside me, dead.
I'm sure they'll always be around,
In my darknesses, I want to sleep
They want to pull me, tied-up into
My abyss, deep in the steep.
Release me demonic spirits, I quake,
And lead me only to an endless solitude
So I can rest from the exhaustion
Your evils cause, then wants to take.
Fleeing, setting me free from your distractions,
You're this chaos, that's causing me to dread my life
With the unsettledness lurking, stirring around inside
I find myself dead, having no more strife.
I found it necessary to get rid of some things
I don't usually argue with myself
so I cut some questioning pieces
those unnecessary chunks, you know?
but I think there's little left of me
I didn't have the naughtiness of this throwaway world
I never had the malleability of the insensitive
my soft and permeable heart dries up easy
dies if the shape of the clouds is not friendly
or feel the cold abandonment
when the roads are steep and bleak
when he hears the menacing rustle
of dark foliage hiding uneasy things
he imagines a block of pain that swells
I actually don't think I was ready
to the wild rage of this life
to these embarrassing final steps
at what point did i forget how to survive?
Freezing days on a steep hill
below a flock of sheep grazing,
under a watchful dog standing still.
And I, with binoculars appraising
Winter's life is amazing!
03/01/22
greets first kiss and hug
as rapt tears roll down the cheeks?
invaded by my dove troops
eager dwelled for life
wander with me on a trip
sate my thoughts with your flavor
2021 July 12
Ni (2) Katuata Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
HMS & PS; 577, 577
steep snow storms hillside;
as excellent lorry prowls;
under snow showers;
~
mountings blizzard storms;
covering grounds hills valleys
accumulated
~
white dust sparkle specs
falling downward down to ground
steep snow storm hillside
1/25/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
ice pick digs deep
breath spews thick mist
foot hold must stick
peak steep cold slope
stay calm keep hold
success not cheap
1st placement
Charles Messina sponsored
Bauk-Than 3 rows of rhyme highlighted in bold and italics
Written 25/12/2020
4 syllables 2nd, 3rd, 4th words/syllables rhyme
4 rows with three rhyme patterns
The steep hill of ambition, is paved with those failed tasks
The intention, and the hope, and all the other asks
The things that we were wont to do, but never did get done
Just because without belief, our success rate would be none
That is where the sadness is, the why I did not do
To be honest I don't know, I don't really have a clue
I have tried the lets be diligent, would we then succeed
But was I really serious, did I actually believe
Believing is the motive, the impetus and fuel
If you don't agree with that, you are nothing but a fool
Believing in a project, is half the task complete
The other half the easy part, accomplishing the feat
So when someone tells you, of the failures that they've had
How things looked so very good, and then they turned to bad
Tell them to be positive, but still take a lot of care
Assure them that if they believe, then they are halfway there
over steep hills
scenic bike tour
of irish sunsets
posted on July 3, 2018
Written October 13, 2016
Your love is a fortress
But I can't afford it
The price has been driven too high
By gentrification and the likes of some guy
Who's labeled it "rustic" and "chic"
All this rent is too steep
So I walk around town
Just to find a place to sleep
Be it yard, bridge, or overpass
I find a way to pass the time
Looking for some love on a dime
the edge of love’s steep cliff
Love is
all we hoped
it would be
promise of a wish for us
But lover
here we are
flying high
love's no more an empty dream
So kiss me with your sweet lips
don’t let this love slip by
sweetheart
we are a pair
of friends
who fallen over the edge of love’s steep cliff
My dear heart
you would say
all was gone
you’re too old to care again
But lover
look at us
we can fly
just took dawn to make us see
So kiss me with your sweet lips
don’t let this love slip by
and lover
we are a pair
of friends
who fallen over the edge of love’s steep cliff
who fallen over the edge of love’s steep cliff
who fallen over the edge of love’s steep cliff
To the tune of "Star of the Story" by George Benson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0c_MbhIMJ4
8/26/16
Steep Sand Dune
While we were standing on step sand dune
Started looking out towards a long lagoon
What we saw were a pretty pair of pelicans
Who turned out to be pair of perfect twins.
Long billed birds walked up and down shore
Waves soon would come in more and more
Was such a sight that no one could resist
Especially when seen if you were a tourist.
Sun went down while night was approaching
Then God allowed to happen a certain thing
While He was looking at us from up above
My wife and I instantly had fallen in love.
Now we live in humble home near the beach
And every time we hear the seagulls screech
We will thank our precious God with a prayer
For the beauty he has given us everywhere.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Must climb this steep hill,
must claim what’s on the other side –
All my precious things.
Must climb this steep hill
Must claim what’s on the other side
All my precious things
Once I tried
to embrace a cascade
A steep descent of a slim river
With a soft
regalia of steps
but she sprinkled scantily on me
But I was
aroused, flushed and reddened.
Enjoying her warm and soft impact
Before she
became a cataract
with strong undercurrents and deep holes.
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October 31, 2014
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline
Dr.Ram Mehta
Fifth Place Win
Contest: some form of crystalline by nette onclaud
Steep little tea pot.
Where's your cups?
Mother's in her apron
heavin' hiccups.
Saucers on the table
serving up tea.
Cookies on their plate.
waitin' for me.
Napkins folded over.
Spoons on top.
Adding sugar cubes,
plop, plop, plop.
Time to sip your tea.
Lips to cup.
Come and grab the handle.
Up!, Up!, Up!
Thank you for the tea.
I'm quite full.
Now come and grab my finger
and... pull, pull, pull.
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