The vast abundant circumspect
Everything is all,
all is in everything
Major masses amounts
Plethora
Abundance of all
surplus more than many
all is in everything
Excessive over whelming
Unaccenting, beyond measurable
all is everything
masses amounts major...
PLETHORA
8/27/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Now that l am at the midway stage
When ever l'm looking back at my life
I ask myself have l really come of age
As still dealing with trouble and strife
It seems a war with myself l still wage
If l could only find a new lease of life
Once again l am thrown into a rage
Atmosphere atmospheric-
cuts like a knife
At these times find it harder to engage
It's that over whelming feeling of stife
If l could just for once turn the page
To pastures new more rife
Old idea taken from a new age poem another introspection of ones self written beging 2020
Now that his math won’t work minus
India, Trump thinks of lost lotus
And bowed down by China,
Seems in need of India.
Well, we’re ready if you’re
Make up your mind, Partner,
Repair trust deficit
Now no more implicit,
Enough is so much futile fuss.
_____________________
Happenings | 28.05.2026 | American, political, humour, Limerick
Note: After his clearly under-whelming summit with Xi and failed Iran adventure, Trump seems to have got back his lost sense of focus—why his Secretary of State is in India. US sure is finding itself with fewer friends. Yet, it has not yet realized, Pakistan is that pro who can keep two adversary suitors happy at the same time. Yet, remember, buddy, we know to play our cards well, feels this ditty.
Dressed in an ill-fitting, hardly covering green garb
Surrounded by wan white-washed walls
Pricked and prodded like a pin-cushion
Wired to a beep-beeping machine
Drowsy in a drugged dreamland
Maddened by mind-whelming medications
Pressed by pain, feeling drained
Languishing on a hard hospital bed
Waiting for this prolonged ordeal to be over...
“ 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.
What Would Another
Moon Be Like?
In Ornate Marble
Dressed In Neon Gold;
Pouring It's Ever-Loving
Wealth Into The
QUALIFIED Owner
Such A Brilliant Idea!
***
Putting All That Dusty
Dappled Gray
Faded Welcome
Over-Whelming
Lunacy To Shame.
LO!
Bitter Drifter In Bitter Butter,
Artificial Sweetener For
BitterSweet Love.
-Gray Squirrel
10-22-2025
Misty Maroon Moon glows,
hazy in cloudy sky
on mystic ebon night !
Moonbeam mesmerizes
whelming muzzy lovers
turning them lunatic.
Aquamarine ! Whelming colour
soothing soul, sublime serene !
Splash of sea green waves enchants,
mesmerises, makes mind frolic fresh.
Horizon , coloured in ocean water pacifying.
Love strong constraint affections emerge amongst someone Loyal
Over whelming need to make one happy action feelings so a Obvious
Virtue validations compassionate caring strong adoration in Visions
Enduring predilect warm passion adoration emotional deep. Eendurance
12/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
“It’s not just a poem
But a glimpse of my broken heart
Waiting for someone to heal my wounds,
These are not just some lines written by a pen
But the thoughts that caused this over whelming pain,
Words that left deep scares
That can’t be fixed like a broken glass,
Wished someone hear the silent screams of my soul
But in this never-ending universe I’m still alone,
Fighting the huge rough sorrow waves
Don’t know how long my paper boat will sail,
Lost the hope of someone holding my hand
Now it’s just me in my dream fairyland,
It’s not just a poem
But a glimpse of my broken heart
That has now stopped waiting for someone
And given my fallen world a fresh start….”
-----WHITE HUNTER
EVE
Eve is a warning example
for women of today.?To never disobey God,
to do things … our own way.
Over whelming desire to take
what belonged not to her
Danger dwell on wrong desires,
got her well … you know where.
Like Eve we all have our free will,
our choice ours to make.
Pray we women today smarter,
never make … Eve’s mistake.
Contest: Twelve Lines
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
“ Poetry is a life cherishing force. For poems are not words after all, but firesfor the cold, rope let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of hungry “
- Mary Oliver.
PEARLY POETRY
There was poetry since language evolved.
Poetry blooms as flower on tree of literature.
Poetry to escape from burden of mundane monotony.
Poetry to lighten pain : Poetry to brighten joy
Poetry to enlighten soul : Poetry to console.
Pristine Passion of a poet oozes from chasms of heart
cascading in opulence forming verse whelming readers.
Poetry quenches thirst of ardent ardour in human behaviour.
Poetry was, Poetry is, Poetry will proceed onward for ever.
My emotive urge surges : My muse to amuse
My dormant dreams drink desires : My yearnings seek afflatus
Poetry is my creation cum recreation, simultaneous.
11/ 27 / 22
Poetry is a life cherishing force
Third Place
Contest by Sotto Poet
Whelming Autumn
Me whelmed! Watched butterflies to fly
fluttering wings! Frolic and free.
Blossoms swinging petals in glee.
Sunny day! Cerulean sky.
Outdoor romance: Lovers may try.
Me whelmed.
Auburn Autumn shining in spree.
Chirping sterlings-sparrows : Swift, spry.
With glass blades dawn-dews making tie.
Cheerful children making merry.
Me whelmed.
10/17/22
Rousing Rondine
Contest by Jeff Kyser.
I’m stranded here, a lonely isle.
The waters rush, a whelming trial.
I’m fearful, Lord, my heart does ache;
Let not the waters overtake.
You lead me to the waters still,
Yet I disturb them with my will.
When I lie down and when I wake,
Let not the waters overtake.
Like Peter, Lord, I’ll leave the boat,
But without You, I scarce can float.
Extend a hand for thine own sake;
Let not the waters overtake.
My Lord, a rock on which I stand.
Jordan recedes; on promised land.
Your firm foundation will not shake;
The waters shall not overtake.
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for the A Kyrielle About Water Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
written 08/08/2022
Oh! My Love
Oh! My Love, I swim and sink
in deep dense glance
of your unblinking dreamy eyes
piercing my heart!
Oh! My love, I rejoice
on your mellifluous voice
as you speak, I listen.
Your charming eyes to glisten
swaying my heart.
Oh! My love, I soar up high
on your grace and majesty
reflecting my ardent ardour
of my wobbled amour
glorifying my heart.
Oh! My love, you are my pride!
I can't hide my pearly passion
but to honor your emerald emotion
whelming my heart.
08/02/22
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Gymnopedie No.1
Contest by Craig cornish
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