I pried with a screw-driver driven into a lid
sealed with age, and rust, to crack open a
callous retribution, set aside, tombed over.
I was curious to learn how much remained
and in what condition. Up came the lid with
a gurgle, fizz, hiss, expelled with age smell.
The paint on top, had dried, to a skin, a curd,
a viscous scum of strange foreign color that
did not auger well for its pending redemption.
I poked through the thin skin, scooping it out,
to reveal the paint separated into its primary
colors. Once, thrice stirred, it slowly rejigged
into its original color and form, ready to adorn
marks on the wall, scraped and sanded ready
for a fix, now all's done dusted, and forgiven.
Categories:
tombed, forgiveness, remember,
Form: Other
Locked in the room with the beating heart
That was in love scratch in a room engaged in walls
That didn't move I was in tombed lost
Stockings is reality
Lost in the pages I was encage in sentences paragraph in a book
Inprisoned in my mind shook engaged to fail as I shook
I was renaissance giving prompt to go off and on again
I was wicked stoned punished my only friend
Was my end in the end was my friend
Shocking is realities
Reality found me crying in the alley broken down the end Defeated I found myself very on the streets with the needy
While all alone I took my time I crawl
Heeding life's misfortune I fall
I could have walked to could have chosen to fly so I flown
Was lost now found mine self walking alone
While in my mind goes to deny the watts currents electricity
Shocking is realities repertility
8/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Categories:
tombed, adventure, analogy, angst, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Perennial plants do it.
Possums we presume.
Those who pretend to die,
But found alive,not tombed.
Categories:
tombed, bereavement, confusion, death, farewell,
Form: Rhyme
Zoya sits, now all alone,
just staring through a window pain
to where a pink magnolia blooms
in someone else's garden.
And all her dacha's winter buds
are crushed and tombed in oil and mud
where tank and track has churned
and soldiers on their backs are burned
and seep her garden soil in blood.
Net curtains dim the window pane
but she can count each passing train
seen through the boundary hedge,
and glimpse each combed
and coiffured head
at eight, and half-past nine, and ten,
as Zoya sits upon a bed
and sees them coming home again
at five from Waterloo.
Her curtains flap with icy blasts
damp cushions lie with shards of glass
and where her gentle cats once basked,
dog packs now run her Kyiv street.
Although the hosts are warm, and kind,
Sweet Zoya is now seventy-nine.
Her smile conceals her inner tears,
her loss of ending peaceful years
sat gazing through her bedroom window,
towards her glowing sunflower fields,
her husband still asleep beside her.
Categories:
tombed, conflict, depression, war,
Form: Rhyme
High home summer hill
Straining, sucking, sitting
Staring, stopped and stick-
A pit-prop tight and gripped.
The trees across the valley
Much higher than he can go now.
I pant to reassure him
In time with his withered eyes.
His tongue, tombed gritty green
He’s faithful, though he’s fading
Bones in death-grey jumper
Where will he lead me next?
from 'Layer Cake' 2009
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Categories:
tombed, career, community, metaphor, pets,
Form: Free verse
To What Thy, . . .
To What Thy, . . .
Thy, . . . Wonder.
Thy Loss, Twass'ed Thy'est Attune,
Thee Loss,
Carress,
Less Thee Loss, . . . To Thee,
Evening Moon, Not seen, But not missed,
Colapses' thy, in tombed Glory seeking, to me I find thus
Amusing to see, but yet what Glory now gives me
haste to find thee . . .
Categories:
tombed, love,
Form: Blank verse
An open window beckons the
silence held in darkened nights
with wisps she carries her tune
dressed up in black attire all too soon
tomorrows memories wake
terrified tombed to the stake
sing to me a sad song
where stars all weep goodbye
sing to me a sad song
where my yesterday's sullenly cry
last breaths await, the candle burns hot
slowly the music drifts me off to sleep
life lets go, her footfalls set to wander
midnight grasps towards the mourning
but sunset dreams keep holding on
Categories:
tombed, dark, death, life,
Form: Free verse
As we stand looking up from planet Earth
observing Milky Way so many stars
some fade, die, some gracefully dance with mirth,
our moon reflects, shines bright, silhouettes mars
Through eyes full of doubt, curiosity
seduced by such beauty of the unknown
Universe so diverse, infinity
that's Unexplored, is Pluto our milestone
or could humanity be just destined
to isolation like Jupiter tombed,
Venus no saviour, no hope that's combined,
Planet Earth our home though it may be doomed,
mysterious night sky with your treasures
supplying us with hardships and pleasures.
Composed:- 7th May 2017
Mysterious night
Categories:
tombed, beauty, earth, moon, mystery,
Form: Sonnet
~Thy Heart~
To What Thy, . . .
To What Thy, . . .
Thy, . . . Wonder.
Thy Loss, Twass'ed Thy'est Attune,
Thee Loss,
Carress,
Less Thee Loss, . . . To Thee,
Evening Moon, Not seen, But not missed,
Colapses' thy, in tombed Glory seeking, to me I find thus
Amusing to see, but yet what Glory now gives me
haste to find thee . . .
Categories:
tombed, heart,
Form: Blank verse
A quiet place where silence begins and anger stops. Tombed in a clever little spot
where only we can enter. A barrier between life and a huge hostile world. a place
where pleasant memories linger and faces stay the same. Colors are much brighter
and hearts are warm and kind. A shadowed soul is a rapid beat of many heartbeats.
Pounding in rhythm one beat at a time. We can hear each heartbeat patter if we are
silent. The beats are wonderful with amazing chime and windfall flight.
Continuos patterns as if we are glued in space to a tranquil barrier. A dimension of
our minds unblock the scissors that can cut us apart if we let them. But no we will
not let them. I protect you with my life and catch you if you slip on the outer bounds
of illness. I gaze at you with glory and a living soul through the eyes of hundreds.
Let us stay shadowed as it is to protect you and keepsake your memory in a solemn
vow that is mine and yours throughout the harmony of our souls.
Categories:
tombed, fantasy, life,
Form: Light Verse