Viewing Poems

Outside Viewing

As I sat on the patio
The Airplanes are passing by
high in the Sky
Birds are flying high
The wind is blowing periodically
The weather is humid
Peaceful moments again
A great scenery within
Moments of relaxation
From all of the chaos
A renewal of concentration
Thinking of a great vacation.


NOTE: Sometimes we just need that peace of mind from all of the chaos. 
For the atmosphere to be great and full of Joy, not negativity. ONLY With positivity and love.
Therapy for the soul.

Ms. C.

Verse Viewing

V-ery
I-mpressive
L-ine
M-akes
A-ll

B-ehold
A-nother
L-ady's
A-ssigned
N-ame

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Vilma T. Balan)

Viewing Sunset

Sunset is beautiful to all people
Sunset is romantic to all lovers
Sunset is theraphy to friends zone
Sunset is normal theme for every painter
Sunset is closing curtain for the night
Sunset is where you see the horizon
Sunset is where you see low tide
Sunset is where you see hope for tomorrow
Sunset is where people see the best of day
Sunset is a sign of dying emblem of life.

Cold Autumn Lying Down On Lawn Sky Viewing-

on my back the ground 
outside my house on cold cold 
cold cold autumn lawn
~

early December
 late morning feeling diverse
 free nothing bounding 
~
me the solar sun 
over my right shoulder side
visualizing
~
outside my house on cold cold 
grounds looking on skies
visualizing blue space!!

12/1/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Hot Aired Viewing

Published?

I Do

Due

Thanks

Died Or So?

Hatred Yours
Been Off

You Dear
You Dearest

However How's All
Been Together Or Tonight

You Are Down To Earth But No
As I Do

As We Fires Your Blames Away
No Suffer Suffering

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Never Published Or Past Seen Except Here: by me

Was Meowing Viewing and Doing

my cat meowing
birds outside had been viewing
always id doing

each eye would invade
watching a passing parade
in dark shade they laid

was an incursion
did result in dispersion
price needs inversion

A Vintage Viewing

Images from a cogged apparatus.
Fingertips toggle milled brass
abreast a concertinaing leather.
Tripodal spread, pegged legs.

Women paused in pose,
a gilded stillness.
A plump bosom peek-show.
Wide-open lens revealing
knee’s, and ankles, 
silky ribbons; lace decorously draped
over a connivance of modesty.

A gentleman photographer
throws a dark curtain over 
his head.
The models are captured
framed as they are
inside a light-box of silence.

An artist has added a color tint,
their cheeks are rouged
lips glossily red.
A luster and filigree
of bygone corsetry teases the eye.

Posturing in an upper room.
A warm lamp licks Tiffany shades,
shadows halted in mid-flicker.
Feathers and brocade adjusted,
imagination moves, veils fall, 
flesh flexes.

Their legacy a démodé,
an optical glow from a yesteryear,
one to be admired in secret.

They Bring In Energy For Viewing

Tenebrous shadows flood the night,
as spirits arise from their graves,
the undead swarming spectral trees.
caliginous beings hungering,
nefarious, bits of decaying blight.
Among the mortals they will walk,
stench of putrescence pervades the air.
Maleficent entities invade the minds,
of those in high positions;
dining on human greed and power.
I cast the runes and read the fates
the future’s trapped within the bones;
and through a crystal ball I see
humanity succumbing to these throngs;
dinner for the beasts. 


1-11-2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Angela Tune

Viewing Out Into Her Eyes Into Her Soul-

Viewing out into her eyes into her soul
And I look out the window 
Where is the soul?
 that I spy all I see is refuge and darkness just a spot 
A glimpse of sigh a missed the space dwelling blackness nigh 
As hopes for spawning rituals of sunlit there's not 

Viewing out into her eyes into her soul

Tis none to my surprise the beating ground 
Those the mystic tears that are flowing down 
To hard and harden hard and spots 
Beating 
Bleeding not

Viewing out into her eyes into her soul

 I continue to look and I admonish 
I pray for the soul to become unhardened 
Ruptured so keen on the perils that seem 
To unravel the woolen knot 
I hope and pray this instant this day 
That God will clean the window pane

Viewing out into her eyes into her soul

So I may later on look out
after out of the window and see you 
and Him dancing on the bright heavenly streets paved of gold
As I now view
So

Viewing out into her eyes into her soul

Now in blissful clarity Hallelujah,  Amen

1/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Pond Viewing-

on the beach word ponds
 so yon scorpion wallows
 stinking sturgeon wizardly 

wade watered watching 
fountains of King Scorpions
watching the goldfish


5/11/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Viewing Eternity

Viewing eternity with faith’s vision 
my spirit zooms to celestial city
exploring fortressed mansion of great love
secured upon gracious peace-filled freedom
constructed by the sovereign Architect.
 
Along heavenly avenue, I stroll
on golden streets, divinely euphoric
then in saints’ closets, very welcoming 
I fellowship with the heroes of faith
reminiscing jubilant engagements.

As my soul longs for that forever bliss 
now I yield to the Saviour by His grace
to serve with love, reaching-out joyously… 
since in the twinkling of an eye*, we’ll meet
yes, I’ll face Him with body glorified.

*1Corinthians 15:52 In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.

February 11, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SELECT T, any form ,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/19/2020.

Viewing

Blowing through all
sunshine lightens
skies blue, the moon
the view, all arise
hope and praying
the days are long
longing for stars
breathe thoroughly
night and days arises
breathless surprises
longevity lives
months, years passing by
realizes
lights arise.

On Viewing Death

Few times have I peered closely down at death.
The first time I remember fairly well
(looking down at a body with no breath)
would be the viewing of brother Dale.
Disfigured from a crash – his face, a shell -
was not the face of joy we all had known.
His soul to heaven had already flown.
My father’s face last year I looked down on:
a look of plastic – it was not his own!
He too has flown where all live on and on.

Jan. 3, 2019
 For Lu Loo's 'How Death Has Affected Me' Poetry Contest

Note: The way I say Dale is like the word Dell, so that is why I use it in the B rhyme scheme part of this Dizain: ABABBCCDCD
(Sorry i could not put much emotion into this, Laura. Death does not affect me terribly hard emotionally because I truly believe we move on to a better place. The loss of DAle when he was still so young affected me because I loved him so much that I missed not being able to reach out to him any more, but I would need more lines to write about that. Thanks for the inspiration!)

Viewing, Revisited

Thinly lined eyelids seal the window to his soul.
His cheeks sink in, countenance concealed and dull.
His still lips wrinkle down to a frown, without tone.
With undoing infirmity, his breath has turned to stone.
Feeble flesh has overtaken the strength that he knew.
This mail order cadaver looks nothing like you!
In this velvet-lined box an imposter is displayed!
Daddy, where are you in the midst of this trade?



11/13/19

Writing Challenge 2, November - A Poem Meaningful

Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode

First Viewing

flashes of light
                      fanciful
                     often ridiculous
                    ellipses of natural
extrasensory power
ideas
      to stimuate&develop
whole views
eccentric
            legendary
to see a point
grasp an opportunity

literature
       in a figurative 
                      way
this perspective realm
             of experience
of emotion
            &recurring
              physical causation
where plausibilty is never
                                  proof
swirling abstraction
                hesitation
                 swooping whorls
                   fabricated shapes
evasions
         of bewilderment
                       surface
in gestures
        of concession
to tenuously
             tease&tempt
in silent scrutiny
yet
    arousing
              an impression
              of indeterminate
                      conclusions

of arrested moments
to awake
             & illume
                          my view

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