Swaddle Poems

Mr Mustard Comes Tonight

Rig rag
Shaggy rag
Rip, rip, rip,
Wrinkle in the water
A wilder whisper
Crepuscular crème brûlée.

What is madness really?
Have I not a wordly thought?
Wordly jumble,
Words, words, words,
Coherent as a Dostoevsky mumble. 
Musing wrists and elbows in a swaddle,
Up of green and purple trumpets, 
Sickly technicolour cuddle.

Circadian bunny pudding.
Hullo, there it is again!
I saw it there, just there!
Did not. But so I did!

I’m not mad, I saw it there.
A rig rag shaggy rag?
No, not that.
You did not see it — no. 
It’s gone now — half a moment.
Is it there? The level jelly?
Come with us, dearie. 

Cuddle cuddle,
Jelly swaddle. 
Sleep a day or nine. 
Till it wears off, the custard killer.
Mr. Mustard comes tonight.

Faith

Take it
And
Feed it tears shed in a lion's embrace
After 
Bathe it in light bred in an empty tomb 
Then
Swaddle it in crimson wool, laced with a lamb's blood 
And
Tell it tales of swords made into pruning hooks
While
Singing lullabies of eagles' wings in winter, and mother hen's in spring 
Then
Kiss it goodnight
And
Wish it dreams of lotus ponds, draped with poppies from end to end
And
End with the promise of tomorrow's sunrise
That
Reminds us faith functions as a conjunction, which links us to the power of God
And
Helps to propagate His miracles

BREATHE

Announcing her swift arrival, hanging chimes sing
gentle breeze of calmness by pure soft harmonic tones 
as my adrenaline rush amidst the loud chaos erupting
eagerly stepping outside to feel her presences of grace 
gently caressing my skin as she flow threw my hair
feeling a sense of serenade and swaddle as I breathe 
aligning and balancing the need for my inner peace.

Breakfast Enchiladas

Swaddle sausage, bacon, cheese;
Blanket tortillas
In egg, cream, flour, salt mixture.
Sprinkle cheese on top.
Bestrew bacon bits.
Grand Breakfast.
Phat!

The Birthing Room

To carry a child in your womb
And then allow nature to bloom
As you swell now like blue moon
And there’s a crowd in the birthing room

For one born in the midst of June
Dr nurses swaddle and swoon
Heart of God is this art maroon
Mothers pain replaced by a tune

Lullaby for cries to meet her soon
Mother and tribe family welcomes you
Big beautiful eyes shiny and new
Jewel of life a crown of youth

Tobiko Tail

      
      Tune perdendosi purple evening ebbs decipher
      Out blotted skies swaddle boats’ cosy slumber
      Burst fish femme fins, her brave roe survivors 
      Immense installation certifies cosmic number
      Koi silk sway exhales eggs painless, float lazy
      Overlapping orange spheres, sunshine daisies 
      

      Tadpole transforms, one prince among spume
      Ad interim mermaid melody, in dusk dissolves 
      Injection unguent jelly, elusive musical neume 
      Lavender everlasting, ripe ova reptilian evolve




                          10th February
                   Mermaid Quite Contrary

Golden Gust Glow

Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes,
they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many,
fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told,
it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever,
empowered  energetic edge to species human,
and amazing animals as one might often observe,
inhale invigorating images imbued that tantalise the rapt rambler,
magic meadow mindfulness gets a great gee up,
from  well-found winds which waft,
woo and weave surreal semblance sumptuous,
when poets pause perhaps divine delightful dizains descend,
iridescence infinite inkling  as angel aura  atmospheres alights,
gust of golden genesis glad guest most warmly welcome,
shell  strewn sea shore surface swept,
kaleidoscopic knots kindle conduits creative channel,
bard on boundless beach befitting  benefit,
oodles of ornate overarch saline squall sequesters,
petrichor’s proboscis pleasure pick up post downpour,
quixotic quintessential quest quenched by fabulous fairytale flurry,
daylight dazzle’s deft dip driven by draught

Haiku 203 Mother's Protectiveness

 
eucalypt leaves meal 
sad eyes of protectiveness~
loving arms swaddle 


12/10/2023

The Rise

The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The fattening of the dough
the tummy expectant, the tummy expanding
Cocooned in its nest
its stretchiness, its pleasant scents
Like an infant in a swaddle
the soothing towel, slightly moist
The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The ascent complete
lungs exhaustively expanded, waiting to exhale
The arousing response
bright light, hands stimulate dough
The pushback of palms
elasticity released, globular rest
The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
After shaping the dough
blanket over sleeping creation, one final rest
Our daily bread
of prayer produced, from suffering loosed
The “fourth man” in the oven graced
inner softness, cortical strength

May He Our Father Bless You As You Rest As You Sleep

Dearest heart Beloved
May our Father watch over you
As Engle as a dove

And as your slumber rest and sleep
May He keep you in His perfect peace
May His words speak to you

May His breath in you keep you
May His arms swaddle embrace protect you
May His words speak to you more love and joy this night for sure

Beloved, you shall be more loved and in more joy this night in His New "Days" comes

Always
Loved
Always
Amen Hallelujah
Amen

3/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Autumn Yawns

Autumn Yawns

Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days
Eventide wrapped in golden umber tones
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Sunset sundrops sweet serenades intone.

Twilight dozes ‘neath the harvest’s birthstone
Autumn savors new frost in early dusk
Scarlet scents,  aphrodisiac cologne,
Festoon icy crystals - autumnal musk.

Vesper rondeaus rustle in dry cornhusks
Scents of spice float in the warm afterglow
Autumn tastes nursery rhymes like sweet rusks 
Stars keep watch in astral autumn meadows

She slips into the mellow midnight’s glow
Drowsy barcarolles bid Autumn goodnight
Harvest hectic days through cradle songs slow
Lullabies wait to croon in faded lights

Drowsy barcarolles bid Autumn goodnight
Bands of autumn hues swaddle mellow haze
Lullabies wait to croon in faded lights
Autumn yawns – early darkness stunts her days.

10-219-22
Contest: Autumn Pandoum
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger

Rhymes checked with www.rhymezone
Syllables checked with www.howmany syllables

Give Ups-

Feeling depressed put down a drug of choice 
Reminisce remember when you were a babe
You were innocent
Snuggle
Swaddle 
Embraced by mother 
God was in you then
 He's also in you now 
So why all the give ups giving up 
Throwing up their sins 
Throwing it into the wind 
They lose they fall 
During withdrawal 
Why must they give up,  give up 
When there's a God of Grace
In space 
He's around you 
With the love that's ever true 
Nothingness
In your distress 
Keep on or wait you're waiting swallowing 
Waddling 
Waiting through the test you give up
Or just a breath a whisper
In The wind flowing
Blowing 
Traveling falling 
Expiring so when you mess up, mess up 
Only give Jesus your sin 
That's the only way you going to win 
This is the song of the give ups



6/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Nativity

Nativity

Twilight in the stable
 Soft rays slant in radiance
Lingering voices and starlight
 Swaddle the eternal light
Serenading the Word
 Who sang them into life

12-29-21
Contest: Bite Size Poem #31
Judge: Line Gauthier

Bethlehem Was Sold Out

Bethlehem was sold out except for the stable.
Christmas story, the snowy swaddle of a babe.
His prophetic lineage, as old as Father Abe.
Healing, forgiveness of sins - wholly capable.

Star light, star bright, the brightest illumination
of all the stars, the sun, the moon and angels.
Hear trumpets blow and choir of Christmas bells.
At the brink of breakthrough, presenting salvation.

Father God looked on as his son, the earth received.
The devil was aware and went into murder mode,
was afraid to be stepped on, for his head to explode.
The roundup of shepherds and wise men believed.

Star light, star bright, the brightest illumination
of all the stars, the sun, the moon and angels.
Hear trumpets blow and choir of Christmas bells.
At the brink of breakthrough, presenting salvation.

11/28/2021
ABBA Quatrain
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger 
November or December Quatrain Poem

Autumn Whispers and Flails Her Arms

It’s raining leaves and acorns
Contrast of sound
Silent shapes and colors drifting
Meanwhile the nuts
Shelling my roof, my deck, the air

Autumn whispers and flails her arms
No doubt now she’s arrived
She’s arrived in brisk fashion today
She’s armed and dangerous
and beautiful and clamorous,
turning bold and cold
and amorous.

Why do I say amorous?

Married couples will move from the sides
of their bed, to cuddle-pretend, igniting
fires in the center of their universe…
falling…falling…falling
in love, not minding the other
breathing down their neck,
the oceanic snore,
cold feet.

Cold feet, you say?

The flirtation of feet
will create giggles, in fact.
Only makes the heart grow fonder
in this autumnal swaddle.

If you're too young to understand,
well *bless your heart—

Go take a flying leap
into a crunchy, harvested,
wholesome pile of down…

down you go
in your innocence
make it last

because raking lasts,
as well—

you’ll find out soon enough
about aches and pains—
falling…

10/16/2021

used to express fondness; or sympathy for someone,
oft said in a covert and condescending way.

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