So It Does
Gently tickling the tree tops as the giggling leaves frolic and play in the sultry summer sun.
Caressing and cooling the skin, it's fingers run freely through loose lavish locks like no lover can.
Nary a notice when blasting the blades made to siphon it's strength, spinning, working, it solders on consistent, strong, always unrestrained.
Billowing the buxom sails urging ever onward into the unknown daring adventures to be had.
Whispery kisses to majestic mountains takes tiny fractured flecks in time making jagged crests and regal peaks wither in it's wake
Fine desert sand, it's dunes Slithered slowly like waves across the wilderness, suddenly, voraciously with great velocity enveloping the sky, stripping flesh from bone.
Compelling the atmosphere downward thrashing twisting demanding the earth to surrender whatever it desires.
A soaring galactic vortex spun up from the oceans bowels stalking it's victims, dumping it's deadly deluge with ferocity and force.
Shifting sands and powered mills,
dancing leaves and withered hills,
Typhoons swirl and twisters spin
friend or foe, I give you the wind.
The Nature of Reality,
Or limitless sphere of space
Manifest in all possible experience,
Is by nature beyond experience
Since in this space there is ultimately
Nothing to grasp, and no grasper.
Sure, we can describe it,
But that is based on either hearsay
Or a direct realization beyond description,
Like trying to describe honey
To someone who has never known sweetness.
With the kicker being that we
Have always been the honeybee.
And so people talk, poets sing, and sages
Converse with the wind or simply grin.
The effect is everyone
Ends up hearing what they want to hear,
Each of us only able to hear
What we are ready to hear,
And even then we may only be ready for a hint
Of what will one day be obvious.
The Nature of Reality
Is unchanging, and so is always
What it has and will be,
And yet we change within this empty sphere,
Like a caterpillar, consuming voraciously
Until we are ready for our metamorphosis.
(9/27/25)
Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of
The long white cloud
Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold
Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour
Off their heads...now divining
Mining our whining sea beds..
Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told
Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…
Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow
Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!
I remember me when I was until
I become what I am I was just a child
And I began to walk. Then as I walked
I also I tested my talk. Voraciously
Yeah I spoke I began walking on
Further I stalked adulthood and
Knowledge as well and fell a few
Times within my lines of rhymes
As I walked and turned the corner
Before I knew it I was a full blown
Full grown adult! But oh now wait
This was Not my fault! Where'd my
Coloring books and crayons sweep
Off to what was this CRUEL CUE?! I need
The glue! FOR SURE MY LIFE WAS
FALLING APART? maybe Coming
Somehow together whoa! WHATEVER!
Alright I have the mic. I need maps
Charts statics I AM SERIOUSLY
AFFLICTED! HEEEY! WHO DID THIS!
Have to grow though I can't so...
I have to strain. In pain nooo I know
But I know things I know every avenue
Of my strife...I know... thing?
MY LIFE CHANGED.
Vigorous cold creature
Valiantly lingering
Voraciously preying
Vicious during the night
Vulnerable in day
Vetting the source of light
Vampire, afraid of light
Pleiades poetry contest
3rd place
Voracious blood suckers
Vespertilian beasts
Vermilion eyes, white fangs
Velvet cloak, black en-wrapped
Vigilant for dawn's break
Voraciously gorging
Vivid red neck vein blood
The storm stirred…having ingredients our neighbors provided.
Stolen goods, the storm stashed in its wings, and headed East.
The storm boiled in Mississippi - all baby boomers spelled
that state voraciously m-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i…the eye of the storm, calm,
while the raptor tore apart lives. The weeping of dark clouds
over smithereens. The storm with a long wooden handle, stirring
hail and adding more broth. No one cared for this stone soup.
neighborly stone soup
NO THANK YOU emphatically
Bless your heart tongue goads
3/26/2023
From wikipedia: Stone Soup is a European folk story in which hungry strangers convince the people of a town to each share a small amount of their food in order to make a meal that everyone enjoys, and exists as a moral regarding the value of sharing.
Prayers for those affected by this terrible storm!
You are a lustful Pharisaic shark, who feeds voraciously from the sea of corruption.
You turn your soul away from the righteousness of God's ordinance, and now your head is sick with greed.
Your flesh burns with desire.
Your heart becomes laden with iniquity.
You wear an integument crimson as you let the tide of immorality navigate you to an equable rookery.
You are trapped in a world of get rich, stay rich syndrome.
So, at will, you summon your false devoted mien when you assemble the sheep.
You are a rhetoric genius.
You are brilliant in systematic explanations of the biblical text with theatrics and thematic expository narratives.
With an unpurified soul, you instill in yourself the force to be personable and charismatic as you sink your articulate fangs deep into the throats of your faithful sheep.
You gave birth to yourself and you live in a realm of narcissism.
You live with no prickling stings of regrets.
January 16, 2023
1 Timothy chapter 3 verse 8
2 corinthians chapter 8 verse 21
How perfidious is it to hide,
not to be found and be recognized
for the values not revealed
but shamefully being cast aside?
How deplorable is it to renounce existing,
refusing the crown of meekness,
a life of peaceful days, of a lesser complicity
and accept the glory of vanity...
when feelings of betrail resurge, contesting
the perception of loss beyond credibility?
Does one choose loneliness so voraciously sought,
that retreat from a squalid existence that fate brought
to a secluded place that lacks colors and sounds
allowing horrid darkness to descend upon defeats,
blocking out the brilliance and blighting the thoughts
of a mind in search of solitude and self-awareness?
How pathetic us to turn
into a lurking shadow
to conceal the frown of scorn,
the angry look of hurt...
rejecting soothing comfort,
accepting horrid sorrow!
Do all have the same principles of idiocy
and follow a deceiving voice
swerving them from reason...
does it offer delusions that attempt treason?
How strong is their effect on honesty;
how will it coordinate with their choice?
movie about
Preparing the dead
Was moving
In so many ways
It celebrates life
And the beauty contained
As a heart wrending
Story relays
My favorite scene
Is the one
Where they feast
After closing up shop for the day
As one of the
Leading men
Gorges himself
He looks at his partner to say
I hate myself !
The embracing of
Life so voraciously
After dealing with death
And it's sting
Fills the viewer
With hope
As for answers they grope
As to if their own lives mean a thing
Though it's written
That we
On the scales
Are mere dust
This observation
I've
Come to trust
He sees me!
A chirp-chirp-chirping I find delightful
Echoing through my open hearth,
Chimney swifts have returned to nest
In the open flue, their usual berth.
Warmth from the pilot light drifts aloft
Keeping the nestlings nice and warm,
Nurturing parents flying back and forth
Capturing insects from spring’s swarm.
Feeding their voraciously hungry young
Who soon will fly skyward and take flight,
Then I hear no more chirp-chirp-chirping
As they soar through the square of light.
written April 10, 2022
submitted to Brian Strand's Premier Contest
With your dad idling in a box stand for huge bucks.
Over time, you're fled with mates, proving plucks.
After all, swiftly, your kids start engaging in sport.
Over the eager mass, they may trap your caring snort.
The sensitive inner voice is voraciously unhappy.
A bird in an enclosure inside a parent's bravery!
It mused with sails when tackled with the ocean.
It stood back from the nest in awe for heaven.
It draped blaze in such a way to reach the moon.
And strayed the long-appreciated rules of the boon,
Also, hypothesize what our flawed eyes might follow.
From that ugly lofty position of vehement sorrow!
For the dirt's posterity, this is precisely madness.
To confide in ocean's furls their home excess.
We are thrust in the hardness of your wings.
Anyhow, the fore divided signs of airy plings.
If you're ripe to revere those who heaved you,
Besides, all other bodies sailing by your view,
And acclaim the person who conceives you from the void.
To arise as an idiosyncratic being, yet not decoyed.
Written: February 04, 2022
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Voices filling my mind
vailed beneath languid lips,
voraciously needing
valerian release.
Vain are my attempts to
vocalize her desire.
05/05/2021
tornado
on the plain
eats voraciously
cattle stampede
Modified haiku form for Non Traditional poetry contest.
Fondly fragrant favorites fierce findings,
Florence's feelings fluctuate forcefully foreknighting fleshly furously fondly voraciously fresh finally flows
12/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
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