babies breath so smells
positive of lavender
and ivory snow
a gentle mix of
perfectness liken wet new
sweet birth puppies whelps
new the naissance
so flesher than minted heirs
new birth linen fresh
9/12/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022
Categories:
whelps, analogy, baby, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Haiku
In those far days, stars had stilts, shafts
that pierced every eye with a legendary knowledge.
There were celestial dragons
that roamed the daylight clouds,
actual myths glittered in the sunlight
as they shape-shifted through a gleaming creation.
Olympus could be found in every nest. Nirvana
explored in nightly rain puddles. Heaven was a word
for the ordinary and mundane.
Then a thing darker than the darkest of shadows,
cast its vast leathery wings over the minds
of these lesser gods and their magical beasts.
Conflicts arose in every land, fairies fled
to the timeless flowering fields of Arcadia.
Blood oaths were sworn and few there were
that would arbitrate for peace.
To this day, starlight walks elsewhere,
and we the ill-bred whelps of fear,
must travel with no thaumaturgic succor
or wit to discern
this wonderful macrocosm of us.
Categories:
whelps, poetry,
Form: Free verse
nature thrives on bestrewn oddness.
earth is tame in its fresh safeness.
the same for the rest of the world.
yellow, black, and white are all furled.
The geese there on guavas feed.
Cows may swallow the grass and weed
ripe cornflowers peep from the rows
Whelps and brats on each other's paws
From the loud roar of the flood tide
A swell choir of birds bourns each sighed.
High-pitched sparrows nod while they sing.
As crows with coal-eyes play pied string
calm and cool waters of the bay
clear and blue in the light of day.
but when darkness begins to fall.
it is the root sea's soothing call.
Written: March 30, 2022
Categories:
whelps, analogy, appreciation, beauty, inspirational,
Form: Lay
Big SIGH...
Because y'all know the what,
but you have ABSOLUTELY
no concept of my why.
And, I don't have time to explain,
because... I'm FASTING!
From your misunderstandings,
and your misguided attempts to "help".
From your busy body concerns,
that would be better directed to your whelps.
It's NOT about weight loss
and, it's NOT really about food.
I'm FASTING from lack of control,
and that, Sugar is a whole mood.
I'm not here for senseless debates...
I'm FASTING.
Your trifling gossip either,
because I'm FASTING.
Your backhanded compliments?
I'm FASTING from that too.
And, if that's how you roll,
you might wanna consider
FASTING from that too, Boo.
That means...
I'm FASTING from your ,
so that I can better focus on my ....
and for me to do that,
my focus can't be split.
So, your petty mess?...
I'm FASTING.
You topping off my stress?...
I'm FASTING.
You got the "tea"?
Well.... unless it's pertaining to,
HIS grace, everlasting...
Don't bring it to me,
because chances are,
I'm FASTING.
Categories:
whelps, self, social,
Form: Rhyme
See the sneering of the student,
I think she's angry at the rodent.
She finds it hard to see the kitten,
Overshadowed by her shiny mittens,
Who is that standing near the truck?
I think she'd like to run a muck
.
She is but an exciting student,
Yet scared as she sits upon the foment
So set and yes she screams help,
As the rodent rats run whelps and yelps.
Racing wiggles in out of alley
Leaping out trashcans stinking, smelly.
So set and yes she screams help,
As the rodent rats run whelps and yelps.
She’s so sneering still the student,
I think she's scared of the rodent
1/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
whelps, adventure, analogy, animal, anxiety,
Form: Sonnet
Kelps Seaworthy: WELCOME FANS: IT'S BEEN A LONG WEEK AND A LONGER WEEKEND HERE AT PRO WRESTLING SUPERSTARS.
WE HAVE SOME EXCITING NEWS FOR THOSE OF
YOU WHO HAVEN'T HAD ACCESS TO OUR ONLINE NEWS.
AS YOU KNOW T" THE BIG SKY" WAS TO TAKE ON
"kETTLER " IN A tEXAS rOADhOUSE MATCH.
WELL ON HIS WAY TO THAT MATCH "{ THE BIG SKY" WAS DENIED A TITLE BOUT AGAINST THE wORLD cHAMPION BY THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITTEE. iNSTEAD
THE COMMITTEE AWARDED THE BOUT TO " KETTLER".
WELL IN mONTREAL qUEBEC cANADA, kETTLER TOOK ON THE wORLD cHAMPION, WHELPS COLBRAN. DURING THE BOUT THE bIG SKY INTERFERED AND CAUSED COLBRAN TO LOSE THE MATCH AND THE WORLD TITLE.
MAKING " KETTLER " THE NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
WELL WHEN IT CAME TIME FOR THE TEXAS ROAD HOUSE BOUT KETTLER WOULD BE DEFENDING THE GOLD AGAINST THE BIGSKY.
THE MATCH WHERE THE RULES WERE CLEAR, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE, NO DQ, COUNT OUTS COULD FORCES A TITLE CHANGE, AND BEST TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS.
IT DIDN'T TAKE LONG." THE BIG SKY" WON THE TITLE, PINNING " KETTLER" WITHIN THREE MINUTES OF HIS SUBMISSION WIN, TO WIN THE WORLD TITLE AT 14:13. THE NEW CHAMPION," THE BIG SKY"
Categories:
whelps, music, sports,
Form: Classicism
Life entangled in the cobweb of frustration
looks for the escaping pathway of dissociation.
Time to listen to the dulcet call from within,
the enticing echo of music from the soul’s violin.
Reform the constitution of the captive mind,
let the strained strings of sensual duress unwind.
Discover the hidden cavern someone made for you,
the abode of hope so long out of your view.
In there you enter with the new attribute imbued,
the chimera of possessive lioness of fortitude,
nurturing the ebullient whelps of the infant dreams,
the meaning of life from the ruins you’ll redeem.
July 9, 2019
January 5, 2020
Contest : Strand Select 4, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
whelps, courage, endurance, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
Stormy snowy night
Howling the black fox
Whelps, on the central door, whining
Dead like all around of me
Wordlessly massive butchery
As if hearing I’m- “Wolves there are
angry glitzy eyed, hungry to fight
lets sleep a while silently!”
But, I don't like to sleep
Don’t like to stay behind and
wait far from wolves roaring,
Fear and timidity I shun all friendly
My journey to surmount all by love sharing
-December 03, 2018 Chattogram
Categories:
whelps, how i feel,
Form: Prose Poetry
Like everybody else
Can’t help but see
Their whelps,
Whines
And system
In betweens
How it goes
Is how it seems
Categories:
whelps, abuse, america,
Form: Free verse
Hush, be still my quarry. The hounds bleachedly
Beckon to the hunters as twilight comes upon us.
Now the loins ache as astride the equine we retire.
Legs quiver with overworked exhaustion, continued
Use making the body shudder in tyrannical upheaval.
Tremulous hands as sunlight wanes, leaving fearless
Men dauntless in the sweet glow of after day
Transform to mere whelps.
Tremendous makings of horror, beasts of night
Become entrancing and enchanting to those so weak.
Pools of life flood streets, red stains eyes, hands and soul.
Heavy is the heart of the unblessed.
Categories:
whelps, addiction, death, depression, drug,
Form: Free verse
the hidden truths the silent truths
you come to bury me but i just may bury you
the burden carries me further by every step
the pain i suffered has carried me so close to hell
you better carefully measure the methods you be using against me
and if they're excessive toward my demise then i wish you success
nothing to reminisce but only my regrets as i counter them with subliminal messages
stung by the whelps that com from bull netals
i can see the mountains from miles the countrysides full of nothing but rebels
as a catalyst to catapults the counter measure to balance the force of the battlefront, tragedies and triumphs, and principalities and the power's force
and frankly yes that's a mouthful like a sea of troubles so far at this point we are incompatible, a branch snaps cracks feel the power shift ,a shallow heart feels the shadow's kiss, from where the war was raged from here to Shiloh to the cornfields
Categories:
whelps, games, words,
Form: Prose Poetry
My Favorite Place
My favorite place is where the sun bakes my skin
From a soft pink to a golden tan.
Warm planks under my feet take me down the dock.
I see red stains and dried watermelon seeds,
Evidence of yesterday’s snack.
The salty sea spray hits my tongue,
My mouth waters with thirst.
Sea gulls bob to the rhythm of the waves.
I swat away mosquitoes biting my face leaving red itchy whelps on my skin.
But I stay to watch enjoying the dolphins play.
The evening sky is an orange dreamcicle
Melting away until another day.
I reach for the stars on the water’s surface,
The water responds with a luminous glow,
I turn away, I have to go,
Until another day, I will miss you
Categories:
whelps, nature, ocean,
Form: Free verse
Lone Wolf…
He is the irony unto his lonesome self
Thrust upon this world
A cub youngling
He absconds from family
In search of something else
The Lone Wolf…
A spirit found, a spirit lost
Travails path of storm and wind
Looking and seeking
The nomad hunter without friends
Loneliness the only cost
A Lone Wolf…
Forever bearing the intensity of heart
Burning into mind’s eye
Sardonic is his never knowing
Consequence of playing part
Lone Wolf…
Finding refuge within darkness…
From fast approaching storms
But, sanctuary from his own madness…
Found only in brashness and honor
Of the soul that roams
The Lone Wolf…
Like the undiscovered serpent of the sea…
The soaring eagle
Longs only to be free
But instinct his jailer
And hunger his need
A Lone wolf…
A vanishing vagrant into long drawn shadows…
Woodlands of a twilight sun
Pursuing fresh quarry scents
Unsullied mate she wolves natal young’s
Lone Wolf…
His lonesome irony abets in its return
As nights timber penumbras tumble forth…
A semblance of spectral sirs
Whelps of innocence from the night to the lunar lights…
Do not go unheard
Categories:
whelps, natureirony,
Form: Rhyme
The corporate monster devours souls,
Having his way with the body and mind,
Entrapping the desparate and the blind,
Destroying the spirit, which is the goal.
Another victim for the vicious trolls,
In persuit of an economic find.
Lethal forces, unlike any man's kind,
Yawn, as whelps try to climb out of their holes.
Resources are divided amongst men
Easily influenced by their own greed.
Positioned to be ruined by their sin,
Ordinary people work just to feed.
Rich men, who abuse others with a grin,
Tell themselves that they are "right" in their deeds.
Categories:
whelps, life
Form: Acrostic
~DAMAGED~
TAUNTING OF YOUR SADIST WHISPERS, ECHO IN MY HEAD
CONSTANTLY REMINDING ME, OF YOUR DESECRATION INFUSED
MY SELF~ESTEEM RENDERED UNTO ME, IN RATIONS FOR OBEDIENCE
NUMBLY, I ENVISIONED A CHANGE...THAT WOULD NEVER COME
WHELPS 'PON MY SOUL, DEEPER THAN THOSE MY SKIN
YOUR MANIACAL BARRAGES, VIRTIGUOUSLY PERVADE MY SLUMBER
FOR WANT OF MY TEARS, YOU...CAUSED MY RETREAT OF LIFE'S LIVING
THOUGH I STILL TRY TO CLEAVE, FOR WANT OF AN ENDING MORE ELATIVE
FOR ALL TREASURE OF TH' EARTH, I WOULD NOT SUFFER YE 'GAIN
I USED TO BELIEVE TH' PAST, WOULD NOT DETERMINE MY TOMORROWS
BUT JADED I'VE BECOME, MY TRUST NOW OPPRESSED IN CONTEMPT
FOR THAT WHICH DIDN'T KILL ME, YOU...MADE ME HUNGER
BELITTLED N' BROKEN, I NOW STAND ALONE...
MY EMPATHY FOR YOUR NEXT PREY, I OFFER AS SACRIFICE FOR YOUR DEMISE
WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF, AMONGST TH' DEMONS OF YOUR IMPIETY...
FOR AS LONG AS I'M ALLOWED, I WILL SMILE INTO YOUR EYES...
...DAMAGED
©~AZAZA~'09
Categories:
whelps, angst, art, confusion, dedication,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
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