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A LUXURY I WISH

In my comfy corner, a little space

A place of my own, as soft as a lace

Lays a long chair of queen’s height with a wooden base

With a rocking style for a ride at a mild pace

Cushions of vibrant colours, in fitting size in the pattern of a maze

Attracting all in less time, fixing attention and nothing to daze

Lovely longing starts to occupy the space with an urge to win the race

Hands over the chair and lying fit in the seat bring glow to my face

The breeze from a window behind calls for a chat and nature’s gaze

Focusing straight from the chair the books in long &short rows pull me towards their case

Genres, size, colour, and bound all arranged in a symmetric vase

Picking up a book of my choice, reading with the flow to travel places

With characters in between with coffee and cookies and varied tastes

Of food and drinks with a due time to nap with the book in the vests

Dreaming of writing one day a grand book of characters all I LOVE

Is a LUXURY I WISH to come true one fine day.

POP ARTISTA

a symmetric eclectic
of film,society politic-
portraits defined
in Andy's graphic line
&
Comic book style Roy Lichtenstein
made Pop Art a genre to mine
His usp easy to recognise
no attempt to dress or disguise
ambivalent pastiche shots
in Benday
dots

The Enthusiastic One

Excitement radiatin' from her body
Sun glistening down at walking dolly, 
Azure eyes engaged in small and big blooms    
Sniffer gravitates to the perfumes, 
Vast bag hangs off the back with snacks 
So, on lengthy voyage, they don't collapse,   
Head-to-toe embellished in bright attire  
Impatient to get higher and higher, 
ear-to-ear smile glued to symmetric face 
As weather declines, so does the pace, 
Crystals trickling from clouds and feeding herbs 
And yet, her only worry is about the worms,  
The angels' tears washed down her dirt and sins
And above a tune of playing violins, 
Her hyper voice was heard from miles away
But still, the ones behind began to stray, 
The good Samaritan helps two behind 
And yet both, unfazed, walked slowly reclined, 
As time ticks towards four, there's less sunbeams  
Instead mountains tip touch, the heavens gleams.

BROWNED BEAUTIFUL BRONZE BROWN NATURAL WOMAN-

BROWNED BEAUTIFUL BRONZE BROWN NATURAL WOMAN-

Soften tone medi
-um brown ever so her eyes 
Smiled all natural 
Skin fresh breast symmetric like-
-N grapefruits moisten lips speaks
~
 Softly tender breathe
 Arms like rubber bands chisel 
Stealth ears sweet legs as
 Turkey drumsticks firm moving
Melatonin golden brown
 


12/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Ekphrasis

Our Favorite Toys

We, children love to build lego blocks
Our knacks never run out of stocks;
We can make miniature city,
People, animals, houses, flowers
And a lot more! So colorful and pretty!

Legos are our favorite toys,
Bringing us laughter, smiles and joys;
Girls make dolls and kitchen wares,
Boys make cars, robots, towers
And while playing, we all love to share!

Legos help us think collaboratively and logically,
Combining shapes and colors beautifully;
We make many 2-D and 3-D shapes,
We're symmetric and asymmetric figure builders
Our great creativity leaves you in awe, mouth in gapes!

Snowflakes

Snowflakes *
            *
single ice crystal
sheer silvery radiance~
six-fold symmetric shape flake
    *           *
snow falls from aqua blue sky
    symbol purity~     *
bright snow stars daisy design
*           *
base prisms reflect from sunshine
celebrates incarnation~
of the messiah 
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Cubital Tunnel Syndrome

chin lightly nested atop 
loosely peopled interlaced fingers 
supported via multi purpose table 
bent arms displayed elbows cocked
  
(approximately gabled 
at ninety degree angle),
which pose frequently assumed 
when pondering what to write,

an idea spawned when clothed left fingered limb
inadvertently roiled the so called "funny bone"
named because of funny feeling generated 
when Ulnar nerve compression

triggers pseudo shock sensation
coursing one direction or another  
traveling from neck down into hand
constricted in several places along the way

such as beneath collarbone 
or at wrist
most common place for compression
(hands down)

behind inside part of elbow
medical terminology tagged 
"cubital tunnel syndrome."

interestingly enough, this scribe attests
more frequent occurrences along 
liberal democratic side
no matter I claim dominant right handedness

and reckon eyes that human body electric
eel silly not perfectly symmetric
also chiming in that such vulnerability
a very minor design flaw
extant within the amazing 
*****Sapiens anatomy.

Walls Beyond Walls

Wall beyond wall,wall beyond wall
walls beyond walls still much more
like canopies and canopies to each other.

No squares,no triangles
no hetero-morphed non-symmetric structures,
only spheres with illusive and ever spreading outer
can approach them in match.For,even zeros
can contain them if needed and they can even
drag on zeros like fairly heavy loads.

Pure and pretext less pain
is the only ink to ascribe them,
and is the only currency of exchange
to know loss or gain.

Only interiors and exteriors they denote,
only revolving or making to revolve round
they promote.To get rid of bare embarrassment
you put another wall outside.To escape the same 
from within, you just try to hide in the hole
that can be bored in the centre.

No substance,no tangible really
is the structure of the apparent border,
experience instead retards and sticks you
again on still another wall like a poster.
For wall-less postures almost need some floor.

Corn Snake

Corn Snake  

Coiled in the path, a shining astonishment. 
The dogs bark furiously and for a moment 
all creation surrounds this bright singularity,  

gleaming eyes cheap as Indian beads, 
markings as sinuously symmetric 
as loops scribed on an ancient potshard.   

Certainly a harmless, useful creature, and yet.... 
A forked tongue flicks and the heart stops. 
The ape-thing awakens, that slouching hater  

of all that slither and scurry low upon the Earth. 
Is there some meaning to this old loathing? 
The wind stirs the pines, but signifies nothing.  

The sky is blank and the world is mute. 
The old answer seems as good as any -- 
the serpent, the woman, the tree, the fruit.

Nebula of Darkness

Hymn of owls
Symmetric opus
Hymn of owls
Traveling skies

the nebula of darkness
brought me here

As I lay in this mortal cascet
of sombre yearning

I journey through portals
my funeral fire, now burning

I Want To Kiss You

I want to kiss you
Your lips send endless invitation,
And I crave the sweetness therein,
For It is like the honey that flows from the vineyards of timnah.

I want to kiss you.
I desire to wipe every gloss on your lip with the gusto of my tongue.
The parting of your lips is like the road between the red Sea,
And I want to walk in there. I wouldn't mind if I still manage to drown.

I want to kiss you
With my hands holding your symmetric hips, 
Teeth smashing teeth,
Tongue greeting tongue,
And our lips embracing each other in no particular rhythm.

I want to kiss you
The softness of your lips reminds me of your heart - how soft and kindhearted you are.
The whiteness of your teeth reminds me the purity of your love.
But the whole of you is the definition of my cravings.

I want to kiss you, 
But that is not all I want.
I want all of you.

Frolicking Kitten and Butterflies

Both beautiful bright butterflies and bees
Fluttering over flourishing flower fields
In sustaining space and symmetric ease
All the gentle joys a wonderland yields
 
Fluttering over flourishing flower fields
My persistent sounds are softly heard
All the gentle joys a wonderland yields
As a calico kitten, I meow and purr
 
My persistent sounds are softly heard
Rolling and frolicking on God’s earth
As a calico kitten, I meow and purr
Slipping and falling over plants and dirt
 
Rolling and frolicking on God’s earth
In sustaining space and symmetric ease
Slipping and falling over plants and dirt 
Both beautiful bright butterflies and bees

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Written 2-23-2016

For 'Kitten and Butterflies' Contest sponsored by Eve Roper
First Place

Her Portrait - Always On My Mind

Deep, blue seas of intelligence are the first thing that you see,
As her eyes draw you deeper in and subject you to her mystery.
Then you notice waves of auburn hair surrounding a symmetric face;
With each individual strand falling perfectly into place.

The redness of her glossy lips reveals shiny, pure, white teeth,
Subtly formed in an angelic smile with devilish thoughts down underneath.
Rosy cheeks both round and plump, adds color to her skin;
The only conflict on the silk smooth surface is the dimple in her chin.

Her nose is perfectly centered; round and button cute -
Although you wish to speak to her, her beauty has turned you mute.
Eyebrows add expression with each rise and sullen fall;
You simply stand there frozen, trying to ingest it all.

Then suddenly she turns and goes, but her beauty stays behind;
Implanted as an impression to always remain there on your mind.

I Want That Kind of Love

I want that symmetric intensely electric kind of love, when our eye's meet and lips kiss we are in bliss lost in our love's beautiful abyss kind of love. Mathematically our love =infinite and for each other we would travel the galaxy I want that deeper than the ocean, true devotion of endless emotions kind of love.

Babies Fate

Oh,scare the little children
frighten them with blood
titillate their new born needs
warn them of the flood.

Steal their nascent power
chart the Churches course.
Bind them with the force of sin
give each one a cross.

Stall their power to learn
insight from actions
by claiming all for the Church
faith's a transaction.

Bribe the little children first
with milk and honey
damn the warts the rough cohorts
the un-symmetric few.

Oh,scare the little children 
sacrifice in fire
Burn the heathen hordes now
their bodies on a pyre.

Write for them a fairy tale
a holy book of two
gather all their ego dreams
turn for them the screw.

OH scare the little children
the large ones and the small
if He keeps them from their power
why he can have it all.


*The Crusades
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070812003310AAdWrZw 
*The Medival and Spanish Inquisition lasted of 500 years, caused about 6,000 deaths. These atrocities are completely inexcusable. The Inquisition tortures and death were inexcusable. I echo the voice of John Paul II "Forgive us Lord, Never Again"

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