Calm is your nature so fair
O maiden of meticulous metaphor
like the white lilies in the garden, balms soft air,
amongst autumn’s signature rustling leaves
upon dried maples once green
In warm tones of terracotta her spirit roams free,
on earth she manipulates the mariposa monarca
butterfly migration in Michoacán’s fir forests,
clusters color trees with golden orange tones
trimmed in black lace philigree
skies are filled with beating wings
like a flurry of a rain's pitter-patter
O butterfly if you flutter by, I’ve left you aster
for your returns refuel in my yearning yard
Tonantzin our venerable Mother, goddess virginius
of virtue of vim and vigorous miss
Q3 keeper of chaos and order,
I’m forever thankful for your service ~
This look in my eyes is all i have sometimes.
The fact that she can see my soul and I'm grateful.
Those times they see a revealing fear
that turns into a fearless drive.
she will see what i have is hers
she will see a want for greatness that i need her to be apart of
A yielding smile
A glance of gleam
A bounce full of joy
A glaring vison and dream
She's chaotic
Vigorous and playfully vicious
Unpredictable and all wound up
Safely zealous, energetic and always driven
In spite of my limits
I found what moves me so
The love of a woman
Good, true and grace in bond
I challenge myself to stay challenged
As the sun slips behind the horizon
my mind slips behind my courage
all my best moments are with her
She's chaotic
Vigorous and playfully vicious
Unpredictable and all wound up
Safely zealous, energetic and always driven
She's all i can take and I'm glad
Weird Witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
eating rotten mutton toast and burnt butter toast.
Octopus spinning twisting terrifying tentacles
Witty Witch showing black magic, doing miracles.
Ghostly Gibbous Moon peeps through clouds, winks wizard.
Nocturnal owl whirling eyes turns back to attack limping lizard.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window.
Moon cast ghostly shadow os shrubs in adjacent meadow.
Vigorous going on scry Halloween Dance.
All are exulted , hated to miss the chance.
Violent Viper always hyper continue shedding tears
' I love you , Dear' to whisper close to my ears.
Wicked Witch danced in guise of Fairy.
Suddenly showed her face weird scary.
Emerald eyed Mini Cat chased macro mouse.
arranging party in dark haunted log house.
Jumper Vampire hugged me swift to inspire.
gifting , a shiny sapphire : Me ! About to expire.
Vultures and Hawks coming in flocks ringing gingle bells.
Me in party at haunted house trembling and heart fails.
I emerge from a long night
where mind, muscle and bone
failed to find a place, a posture
quiet and comfortable enough
for sleep. And so I have arrived here,
daybreak on this spring morning
with the resident blackbird
performing his familiar
all to early reveille.
I envy his vigorous rousing
lifted full volume
into the morning silence
as if all nature was called
to stir on command of his voice,
no equivocation or hesitant stall
to doubt the worthiness
of his song.
It holds the chords of his being,
a moment when sound
and self are one, meld
into living art. I gather the bits
and pieces of myself
left by the interrogations
of last night, search for the notes
that contain a little of who I am,
pick up a pen to make
myself into me again.
She's a girl in a pretty veil.
She dresses herself in blossoms,
treasures those little daisies.
But I see her, soiled,
in a resplendent turmoil.
She's exultant
in a catastrophe.
I would clasp her hand
and run past this dismal truth.
But she has long kept me
her prisoner—
A deity,
one she'd never offer glory to.
She's a winner,
the vanquisher.
And yet all she ever flaunted
were her ruptures before me.
She lives her days in summer,
yet yearns for a long-lost winter.
She cherished daisies,
now she has only ever liked orchids,
the ones that bloom in blue.
She dons her pearl cloak,
yet ruins slip past her pearls.
She's vigorous
within a melancholy,
terrified it might perish.
Trust me on this: your mind is more vigorous than the things that deceive it.
Woooh oh, DANCES FOR THE LORD VIRTUOUS
Woooh oh, this is a story of a young girl
She dances for the Lord’s a victorious dance
Dance for the Lord virtuous
She had shoes
But she didn’t need them, need them;
You see the worship vault in her bare foot bear fee,
You see every step by step by step was vigorous, virtuous
She has rhythm yet didn’t need it;
Because she marched danced in the spirit
Whose home are we to judge
You see every step she made glorious, glorious
She had a voice, so she sings she sings
Has no personal song, song
Just sings Hallelujah glory to the King
God’s daughter just danced, danced, dance
in the view of His Heart, Heart, Heart
Yahweh eyes view the moves of His empress daughter, Hallelujah
Dances barefoot as she praises a loud her voice
She dances for the Virtuous
She has rhythm yet didn’t need it
Because she marched danced in the spirit
She dances for the Lord Virtuous
6/22/26
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2026
VIVID SILHOUETTES
bedraggled
claustrophobic
thrillingly
sourced
imposing
a resonate
view
in
a
definite
rampant
strange
compelling
covering
to
radiate
animated
oozing
bizarre
& vigorous
struggles
untamed
inconguous
precarious
translucent
compelling
study
so exceptional
with
potential
renderings
subtle
accomplished
splendid
& a
sophisticated
painterly panache
a
colossal
gushing
&combining
the
original
curious
naturalistic
reserve
sublime
in serene
expansive
creativity
NEW SURROUNDINGS
detached
beginnings
gradually
dissolving
outlines
inexpressive
variations
becalmed
anodyne
gestures
irreconcilable
chaotic
pliable
malleable
abstraction
close-up
care-free
incidental
symbols
of
confidence
breathing
freedom
in
a
relaxed
unrestrained
layered
sequential
atmosphere
a vigorous
vital
amorphous
delicate
conceptual
unchanging
shape
of
single-minded
energy
You are the most beautiful being
that could exist on this marvelous planet,
and thus you direct your love
toward paths where the most important thing
is the eloquence of your expression,
which, with the passing of time,
sinks into infinite searches,
for the heart could not find affinity with love,
and despair becomes a sickly constant
within the humility of your sweet longing.
Beautiful one, I know I am no one in your life,
but if you gave me just one chance,
you would realize that our hearts
were born to be cherished
by our vigorous souls!
Thoughts Scrambling
Am I out of line?
Just writing poetry
My thoughts are suffocating
Red ink bleeding
Letters are cultivating
Mind set Melancholy
Brood handwriting
Thoughts scrambling
Always pondering
A vigorous journey
Words magnified
Coffee aroma burning
Burdens are heavy
Need a place to escape
Living with anxiety
Writing is a remedy
Am I a poet?
I’m doing my best
Rhythm with harmony
Stay true and believe
TRANQUIL IMAGES
imagination's
impending
arrival
dignified
simple
immersed
in
motifs
of
surprising
themed
coincidences
veiled
with
fanciful
wonder
lively
vigorous
episodes
characterising
ostensibly
profound
contemporary
illusions
to
apply
&
witness
intimate
schematic
formulations
BROAD OUTLINES
multiplicity
of
evolving
vigorous
intellectual
situations
with
complex
tendencies
in
capacious
archetypetual
peculiarities
of
comparative
realities
aspire
dreams
remain
a
specific
atmospheric
culture
Stronger than Hercules
Strength beyond Atlas
Robust beyond Samson
Superman doesn’t compare
Forceful beyond Zeus
Convincing beyond Tarzan
Vigorous beyond the Sons of Hercules
Tougher than Goliath
Powerful beyond mortals being the Heavenly Almighty
Above all who sees all
“ Vast Boundless Ocean is always Great Grand Gorgeous Glamorous Glorious Gracious
overwhelming and charming humans piercing solemn sublime soul. “….Poet
My reverence to Indian Ocean,
as proud to born in India.
Have feeling : Indian Ocean is ours.
Brilliant bright charming cheerful.
Endless energy in free foamy flow.
Gracious glamorous, dynamic thrust.
Gorgeous mysterious vigorous.
Sometimes quiet, sometimes restless roaring
Sometimes turbulent in turmoil
Unique lovely loud in thrill, yet lonely.
Wonderful youthful in zeal.
Inspirational glorious joyous.
Boundless ocean kissing sky at horizon.
Wide vast wonderful inspirational.
Aqua in opulence marvels us.
Vibrant violent waves thrashing on sea shore.
Sandy sea beach holding clams, crawling crabs,
mollusks, lots of scalps, and alive sea creatures,
whelming exciting visitors.
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