Night comes and there's a tangible release.
My muse finally feels free to wander.
We share a glass of Pinot Noir.
The words flow like magic onto paper.
AP: 3rd place 2026
I welcome the breeze
a time for meditation
and saying goodbye
I'm in a wretched state of needing to seek serenity.
The chaos that surrounds me has gotten out of hand.
I've learned to treasure each stolen moment of solitude
when the outside world is most eagerly abandoned.
I draw the curtains and for at least a little while
I can pretend the universe is readjusted and aligned.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I knocked on the door of limbo,
where the breathless rest,
neither damned nor divine,
but I was not even shadow enough
to be let in.
They saw my name
unwritten,
unwitnessed
and turned me away like a sin
never spoken aloud.
So I walked the earth
as half a ghost,
haunting the body
I was born into.
The woods are on fire was my first thought
But I was the one who wanted this journey
So, I took another step into the unknown
The night had turned red, it was a blood moon
Ominous to some? To me, it felt like home
There was a comfort in seeing the souls of the trees
They had always nurtured me, tonight was no different
I saw lights in the distance, the castle of the soothsayer
She had lit the path along the way with spirited reds
A hazy mist in the distance almost looked like snow
I knew it was remnants of her magic; she had begun without me
I am her heir, her apprentice, a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter.
My steps felt light now, there was anticipatory joy in my heart.
I was almost home, where my true training would begin.
I would become an alchemist like my mother and her mother.
The sorceress threw out a wave of pink in a lovely welcome.
~You are soar welcomed like a robin in the spring
9/2/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Book:How to enjoy your life and job. Author:Dale Carnegie. Do well for others, you will be welcomed wherever in the worldwide
It had begun to get way cooler in the evenings, for this was the fall.
The tiny gray kitten was lost, but she found her way to a friendly lot.
Pumpkins welcomed her in an October embrace, some a foot tall.
She settled down beside them all cozy and warm, glad for a spot.
They sheltered her; reminding her of her mother and better days.
She wished she was back with her litter, but this was great too.
For many years she gave these gentle pumpkins all kinds of praise.
They uplifted her spirit that night, taking away all sadness and blue.
To search for the angelic chord that
describes the melodic sound of your voice
expressing the music in your eyes
To seek your unique persona in your Angelica Jolie smile
displaying the fullness of your fleshy lips that
stoke the fires of my psyche
Come quickly, my Love!
let me touch your mound of Venus and
Play in your forest of desire as I did then
when you lay on our crumpled sheets and
kissed me wetly
Today you’re gone but your aroma
hints at your presence still here
desires emanating from all my pores
seek escape and respite
Your music plays on and on and on
in all the cells of my body
relentlessly throbbing
until they beg to burst
Trumpets and bones blow your hearts out!
bring her music back the one she sang that night to
excite my soul up to where her thighs did hide
our springboard to the stars
Let me find once more the bliss ensconced in
your mysterious abode that once
I called mine and found
a warm and welcomed shelter.
Hope your rest
in slumber was blessed
Was awesome restful
and beautiful so, in Jesus Mighty name
You who are heavenly
welcome
Are so blessed
4/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Renegade trees pop up faster than dandelions all over my yard
I live in the country where I credit good old fashioned Kansas clay.
I wake up in the morning and bam, six new stalwart soldiers.
They guard wildlife as well as me, of course.
Fox, wolf, squirrel, bunnies, owls and cardinals live in these trees.
They prance or hop out sometimes, just to show me they are there.
I have elm, mulberry, willow, walnut, oak and acorns for sure.
I do not rake up any walnuts or acorns, preferring to feed squirrels.
I am rarely gone, but one time I was gone for four whole days.
When I drove down my drive, the trees waved in elaborate ways.
Their branches were flying up in the air on both sides, like a hello.
As soon as the car stopped, the waving stopped.
My husband asked me “What is up with those trees?”
“I think they were telling me hello,” I replies.
I hugged them extra hard that day,
And I swear they squeezed me back.
For MY NON CHRISTIAN FAMILY, RSA:
S source of life, water, rain, cooler weather
I I'm recovering from sin, my lineage
N No true healing without repenting; like rain in
Eastern Cape, Jesus's blood washes again and again. First in cleansing, then empowering
culture shock welcomed
so weird taking it easy
been needing this long
skies are fully blue
time is my New Friend Again
calm now existing
happy disbelief
like writing with my right hand
change medicinal
blood pressure normal
fluid in my legs now gone
peeing away stress
Hello year
New, New Year
Have no fear
New year, new dawn
New night
No fear
So dear
Welcomed New Year
1/2/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Yonder comes the morning new;
Dawns of the new November sun;
Autumn crisps and morning runs;
Such a crisp brisk newness shuns;
And as glory witness October passes;
Evening moon sets as the sun glare rises;
November dawns dainty biding crowns;
Yet uprising temperate scenic so frowns;
Misty the autumn crisps breezes;
Awaits December's icy so freezes;
Welcome November;
11/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021
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