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The dark roast zepher stone

Initials hung on Taylor's neck, her own, TAS sectorially vented Harvard's gates, they have come to say and so today the impinged parlay, dark roast is now a zepher stone so subtle laughter that gathers like small children for backyard games, that, I can't have more, coffee for sure another time, but time's aplenty who's that, I'm proud to say the zepher stone is here to stay.

Premium Member Gossip Gladiators

They march like a circus of self appointed kings
Waving their gossip around like puppets on strings
They whisper my name like it’s top secret news
Buddy relax…I’m not Bigfoot in shoes

They huddle in corners with insider facts
Somehow their stories come up missing the facts
They talk like detectives with clues they invented
Solving the case of, “Im jealous but vented!”

They post little comments with bravery borrowed
Courage on loan due back by tomorrow
Roasting me in public with chest puffed bravado
Vanishing in person like where’s Waldo?

They act like professors of all about me
Skipping every class past Assumption 103
They major in drama with minors in snark
Graduating daily with honors in bark

Premium Member PARTICULAR INFUENCES-:-

PARTICULAR INFUENCES-:-
instinctive
 sensitive
reservations 

vented
mockery
in a DETACHED VIEW
reminiscent 
 reacted
ventures

essaying 
contours

symmetrical
silhouetted 
in DISGUISED  POSE
defying
 deeper
significance

process
meaning


A coppersmith barbet


O greenish blue neighbour of mine
across my kitchen window, sunning in shine
perching very high on the doctor's house fig tree
resonating your tunk...tunk louder than metronomic glee

Saw you today, puffing your yellow throat,
the silk floss petals plucking with your hand glove
bobbing your red head and flicking bluish tail,
have you tracked a sincere mate?

have you picked a red berry or two for your consort,
hope allopreening is not building on snort?
what about fluttering your blue grey black wings side by side ?
start a "Beak Game" in a full stride?

Keep flight straight, with rapid flaps
Be away from that, extortionist Blue-throated barbet
avoid flying klepto red-vented songbird,
eyeing at your red berries and  burd.
PS:A coppersmith (barbet) , very old next tree neighbour, annoying sometimes by her incessant calls ,many times reminds me that that is how a life goes on

Premium Member Fire's Fragile Flames

Written: December 05, 2025,

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Night: a single breath, galaxies stalled in its chest, 
silence stone-heavy—glass melodies cracking.
 
Shadows lean softly against the walls,  
not menacing, but patient— 
listening for the flicker of a hesitant heart.

From a throne carved in gilded stone
They vented vile voices to the katabatic wind,
wailing whispers waft over wintry wear.

I grasp a world engulfed in fire
Every flicker a fragile fantasizing flake,
shrunken before bloom.

Ego prowls like a stray wolf
shattering serenity into jagged shards,
gain drifting toward despotic dominion.

We raise stone altars disguised as bridges—
only to watch them crumble
into dust beneath our crossing.

Buried deep in earth lies a singular root,   
a quiet colloquy to a ubiquitous crown—    
Life unfolds, shadows brood,   
delicate yet enduring, thriving in the gloom.   
And the human spirit shines with brilliance.

Just wait till I'm gone

I know how to lie,
to hide,
to make believe that everything is just fine.
A fresh coat of paint to hide the termite infested foundation.
A new roof so no one can see the shake of the walls.
A new door with a new mat that says welcome.
But no one is truly welcome inside.
I learned how to smile, but I can't force it to reach my eyes.
I learned how to add a cheer to my voice that covers the obvious lie.
I learned how to pretend that everything is just fine.
But nothing is fine.
I am not fine.
No one cares unless you are on the roof.
And no one believes you without the scars.
No one expects a real answer when they ask how you are doing,
because no one cares until you are on the news.
They didn't text you while you were alive but they cried at your funeral.
And they didn't listen when you vented but they will sit at the reading of the will.
They will pray for you when you lose your job but they offer no actual support.
They won't text you on your birthday but they will accept a party favor.
And no one cares until you are dead.


Premium Member Lifetree

Crimson veins rooted, olive leaves vented beneath bluest canopy.

Premium Member Hot Breath

Hot Breath

excited crowd waits impatiently
earthquakes shake the ground
lava heated boiling water
pushes towards the surface
hot steam spews from the vent
anticipation grows, ready for the eruption
a mighty whoosh and the vented steam
reaches for the blue sky
for a duration of ninety seconds
the crowd is awed by natures power
with a gurgle the steam cloud
settles back into the earth to await
another cycle

STILL HOLDING MY OWN

STILL HOLDING MY OWN

There once was a broken sink
The repair cost makes me think
Much porcelain gone
Shards to step upon
It’s taking me right to the brink

Broken pipes and a dented junction
At the time, I felt no compunction
As I vented my spleen
I had kept it so clean
But at least it has limited function

The cause of the damage is known
To replace it, I might need a loan
Collective rage, I am sure
Hammers found on the floor
But then, I’m still holding my own

Premium Member THE Drought -

Prickly are the waters drought
 no more do drops collected 
gallons of waters evaporated
 once was a lake than a pond
 now it's not even a fishing hole
 dust rise up we're vapors once vented
 The Sun shines the heat the moisture
 is now evaporated 
life itself is at not this
This is the presence of the drought

5/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024

The Music Of Heart In Verse Softly Whirred

What seems now old 
Used to be utterly new
What was previously told 
We cease to over chew
*****
All that is old hold a treasure 
If only we all knew 
Just weigh and measure 
Under the veil a unique hue
*****
Out of memories we grow 
Been taught lessons to the bone
We do reap all that we sow 
And for wrongdoing we atone 
*****
Pleasure and pain what we gain
In a life not taken for granted 
Who can stop time or rinse rain 
Or suppress anger that should be vented
*****
Life will continue to hurt and heal
Vomit its villains to mould the meek
Send its saints to instill ardency and zeal
Never always the ones at the wheel 
*****
Deeply inside my prayers I recite
To always endurance and faith embrace
Be human of worth, decent and upright 
And paths that stain never retrace
*****
A great depth of gratitude to God we owe
For both strength and forbearance 
For age that vigorously flow
And for the gift of Love in abundance 
*****
An abiding passion for her Majesty the word
Delving into my smile and feel would draw 
The music of heart in verse softly whirred 
My poetic human soul imbued with awe.

Premium Member I Am a Tree Standing Strong --

Embrace me my trunk
I have roots, grounded
My arms and hand are branches I am who I am encased
Energies in wood circle vessel

Even in the rain
 I'm covered I stand
 in the fires I'm embraced 
even under the sun
 I am 
guarded and protected 
I am a flower standing firm in the garden

Embrace me my trunk
I have roots, grounded
My arms and hand are branches I am who I am encased
Energies in wood circle vessel


And all what am I to do 
what am I to choose relentless
 I vented
 I am covered beyond
I stand above reproach
 I am prominent

Embrace me my trunk
I have roots, grounded
My arms and hand are branches I am who I am encased
Energies in wood circle vessel

Even above the mountain 
I stand tall 
I am wow Walking on Waters
 above it all 
I am higher than the 7th Heaven's 

Eclectic elected firm flower standing strong I am a tree

Premium Member Bruised Syllables

A letter to my wounds,
fragranced with powdered incense,
every word woven from carnelian ink,
beauty lies in the readers heart,
bruised syllables define nothing,
when everything phrased and vented,
are mere signs of bravery, 
flowing in eloquence. 
So, see beyond vague verses,
crafted from mystical metaphors,
and sanguine similes,
there streams,
truth of a healing mind,
still bleeding broken ballads,
and soulful sonnets; 
same rhythm as the 
art of a passionate poet,
pleading to be heard and seen,
amidst silenced skies on gloomy nights,
as this quill desires no accolades nor
condolences but compassion.

Premium Member Broken Is Spoken Quiet Marks the Spot

  Spoken said
Verbalized declared enunciated
Given aired voiced
Brought out whispered
Proclaimed commented
Blurted breathed broadcasted

SPOKEN

Asserted affirmed promulgated
Spoken truths and untruths
Advertised where am I to be casted
Publicized overwhelmed subdued demoralized

BROKEN

Talked discussed uttered thrown up despaired
Vented broadcast gasped phrased up and out
Broken
 Snarled shot ripped (out)
Silently diverted screams of dispersions’
Vocalized shouted articulated denounced

SPOKEN

Shared passed announced Be it so, 
Spoken is the broken speech at naught
Alleged ventilated averred formulated
Drawled avowed
Doubted Be it so, spoken is the broken

BROKEN

Vocalized shouted articulated denounced
Shared passed announced
Be it so, spoken is the broken speech at naught
Broken is Spoken
Quiet marks the spot

5/4/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Premium Member Trills of Petrichor

The birdie whistled
A wet and wild song;
Damp feathers bristled.

Wild song, rain-scented;
Trills of petrichor,
With flapping, vented.

Petrichor afresh.
A hot steam, released.
Buds unfurl-refresh.

Released melody;
Shines sweet bluebird’s wings
In storm’s brevity.

Bluebird’s wings fluff bright,
As the sun billows,
At the beak’s delight.

Billows, of warm tweet
And zephyr, compete.

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