I'm juggling confetti balloons,
Floating a wayward, up in the air,
Falling wherever, when they will,
Begging my cares to be ever still.
I’m the ringmaster of chaos.
Rid'n a tightrope chair.
Poised on tippy-toe, piqué.
About to lose an arm 'n leg.
My heart beats a drum roll,
To dare the cast-of-die fanfare,
To begin before its begun,
Before I've got the hang of
Juggling these bobbling balloons.
I’m dancing with gravity’s strings.
I've lost my weightless things.
They've fallen all around my wings.
With my hopes slip-sliding away,
like confetti spaghetti, al denté.
Sun taste smells the sounds;
As Winter Winds torn morning Luna Eclipse;
Mountain ranges embrace the clouds;
As the evening night light stars shifts;
Oh! A lovely beautiful Witness;
Encapsulating Starlight breezes;
thus ever so fair these things up in the air...
9/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Oh, the Fourth of July for a kid is a blast,
Though today not so much as it was in the past,
“Cherry Bombs” and “M80s” my faves when a kid,
And our throwing “Torpedoes” not all that we did.
“Roman Candles” shoot colored balls up in the air,
Blast of “Aerial Bombs” knocks you out of your chair,
“Bottle Rockets,” as well, were both cheap and delight,
With flame sputtering “Fountains” to top off the night.
Watching children light “Sparklers,” joy’s hard to contain,
They’re so bright that to witness burns path cross your brain,
There is something for old and young, “Buzz Bombs” that twirl,
War is nearly forgotten, the dead boy and girl.
Long Tooth
August 10, 2017
Taken under
The wing of a butterfly
Soaring over trouble
Living free
Without any worries
Without any pain
Guided by the wind
Reaching the warmth of the sun
Happy to be alive