To me she is grace, a radiant light,
Turning grayest mornings into luminous bright.
Her laughter is music, a sweet, ringing chime,
That lingers and dances a lovely warm rhyme.
With a spirit so cheerful, she scatters away
The shadows and clouds of a difficult day.
Her empathy runs deep, as a crystal stream,
A comforting anchor, a beautiful dream.
She knows every word that is healing and true,
And says what is needed for comfort to you.
No awkward missteps or regret in her phrase,
Just wisdom and warmth to embolden your days.
Her heart is so pure, benevolently gleams,
The truest of treasures, the best of my dreams.
She’d go to great lengths to whisk away tears,
And quiet the doubts and anxieties and fears.
For nothing brings more to her gentle-eyed view,
Than seeing a smile gently blossom in you.
She’d do most anything, wondrous and grand,
To offer a laugh while holding her hand.
So cherish this lady, so lovely and rare,
Who meets every moment with patience and care.
A heart made of gold and a spirit so true,
She lives for the joy that she brings unto you.
Kansas winds tried to whisk her all the way to Emerald City
She was a fragile-looking girl, but resolute, and resilient
Nothing could budge her from her self-appointed spot
The tornado sent a derecho, but even that was not enough
they could not move, budge, knock over or knock down this sprite
She had a mind that kept her upright, on her guard and on her toes.
Outside, inside,
Up and down,
To the upside of the downside
To my final step, and the squeak of a shrew
I am the rock that bears the weather
And the fire that eats the heather
I am the self in selfish desires, as
I float higher and higher and
I dream in my cadavered recumbency
To but fall down, and
Drown in the salt of the sea.
Slashed sweetness of my sweet seventeen
Burns with the berevity, and
A brisk bleed
As I succumb to my disease.
So let the wind whisk away my cares
Let the naked air style my hair
And I'll wear what I'll wear
Let me orbit the stars between my scars, and
Let me be, let me...
Shout BLUESKY
Those the marshmallow clouds walk across pale blue hue skies;
Birds peek-O-boo, gliding by in and out poked out chest;
Blue birds, Sparrows, Robins and Redbreast;
All natures cries…
Shout BlueSky
Blues skies
While, whisk slithering whining sliding back N forth N and out;
On hot heated grassed grounds stomaching the glide front side slides shouts;
Caterpillars, worms all bellies crawling;
They to join the choir sing chorus they look up
All natures cries…
Shout BlueSky
Blues skies
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
leapt onto my lap and purred in a jittery fashion because,
a whiff of marked shift in daily routine,
she did pick up from my nonverbal long body waves,
each earnest habit once set in stone an absent without trace,
my darling pet so alert would detect the slightest tweak,
and spell out how the goal post now astir smelt fishy,
Hamilton, a character so utterly oozes otherworld charm,
as is the wont of divine feline species beyond limit,
and with impishness a constant in the past this pet of mine,
would latch on to each prized item as if driven to whisk them away,
that guilt free shrewd smirk infernal innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t bug, irk, upset one so precious as you,
or tear at your tender heart haphazardly in an inane quest,
for nose-rubbing notice, deep bond playful jest,
as I peer in awe at that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
a misty eyed me recalled her fond cat laugh bag of tricks,
yet to hear a taxi outside beep is a less than warm reminder,
that I must depart though unwilling from Hamilton’s grasp,
bursting into a sob as she stared from the stair top
My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
Leapt onto my lap and purred in an agitated manner because,
they knew something had changed, her life altered,
things would not be the same from then on,
cats sense these things at once, they sense what is happening,
and will act at once without the slightest delay,
Hamilton, a character so utterly charming,
as the feline of the species can be,
how many times in the past did she,
whisk away things belonging to me,
and that guilt free smirk so innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t steal and hide your books,
or tear them to shreds just to draw,
attention and dare me to play with her,
the way she crept in that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
her antics were legion and so were her cat laugh tricks,
but she cast a fix stare and whined so loud,
the taxi outside beeped, hamilton knew I was going away,
It touched me so as I slowly detached from her tense clasp,
I waved to this pet of mine tearfully as she stared from the window
Lovely lemony filling such a tasty treat
Easy to make, and so delicious to eat
My recipe is so easy, I confess that I cheat
One pastry case bought in the high street
Now everyone will know about my deceit!
Two eggs, sugar, and heavy cream is best
Add juice of two lemons and lots of the zest
Rapidly whisk, but do not splash your chest!
Then bake tart in the oven, it’ll thrill any guest
You Aren’t Listening
You Just Make Words
Into Ghosts Of They...
What They Once Were.
There, Like You
Interrupt Again...
There The Breeze,
There The Tide...
Interrupted! Ignored
Like Soil Contorted,
Melded In, Like A
Spatula Spoon,
Like A Whisk...
Soft And Smooth
Of The Married Sky
Earth... Unyielding.
There From Soil Again,
Un-Earthed, Rooted
Rising Through Cells
To Nerves, To Reputation's
Ape... Reborn To The
Concourse Spoken Out
In The Blackness...
Not Alone.
Shut-Up And Listen.
-Gray Squirrel
03-23-2026
Sunset wanes and dusk arrives
Another day that I've survived
Here I reflect upon the day
And whisk it's tormenting smile away
For the comfort of the night
And darks embrace by candle light
Hand in hand upon the spire
Darkness dancing with the fire
Shadows roving round the light
Inspire musings of delight
Muttering to me and I learning
Answers to a lifetimes yearning
Stripping me of all my fears
The tidings of all yesteryears
Written upon a wonting heart
Willingly with them I part
The house is filled with the wonderful smells
of our own treasured ingredients passed down
from generation to generation.
Diminished Hexaverse, brevity food is warm,
powerful, emotional, and comforting,
cooked up in a large Dutch oven with a wooden spoon.
Slow-cooked serving inspiration.
Melt 5-line stanzas, each containing 5 syllables,
and let simmer for two minutes. Creating a good base.
Add 4-line stanzas, each containing 4 syllables.
Whisk together 3-line stanzas, each containing 3 syllables.
Add the rest of the broth in, 2-line stanzas,
each containing 2 syllables.
The finishing touch! 1-line stanzas, each containing 1 syllable.
Cook for 5-8 min. until you're ready to serve!
This recipe never disappoints.
If prayers can be heard, so ought my thoughts;
Some parts of me wish to establish a permanence
while omitting any whisk of a thought;
Persistence relishing in the absence of any consideration of a cost.
More parts of me wish to be of service
to a world with a growing desire of distance;
With a recipe for creating treasures that can never rust nor find the fingers of thieving hands;
leading corrosion away from trust.
A batter for the desire to live within expanding opportunity, sacrificing a self for the growth of an "us."
A foundational stone to a community.
A structure to bear difference
Like the strongest pallbearer's palm.
Yet before anything may ever become.
Please refresh my sights upon the world where my own visions have unwittingly grown tyrannical in efforts to enable of what I hope to be an Eden;
Let it be
And let it be greatly inimitable
for all
Upon the hallowed ground past midnight sighs
'Neath trembling yews and tombstones cold and sere
Did I espy, as the tempest began to rise
A maiden clothed in spectral white appears
Her ghostly raiment danced upon the restless air
Her visage pale with sorrow finely drawn
Betwixt the graves she glided into our ghastly affair
Her presence enthralling as the coming dawn
Within her hand a missive she pressed
Gloved fingers clad in evening’s formal hue
She whispered with the wind, she, a soul distressed
“Seek thou the attic there thy fate is due”
Anon the gale did whisk her form away
(Formerly known as Mrs. Emily)
And left me alone to ponder till the day
Epilogue:
After this wraithlike wedding of our souls
I cannot abjure this vision
In my mind it rolls and rolls as it goes
I don't want to be sad,
Because when I'm sad
There are clouds in the sky,
And clouds always bring rain.
Maybe not today.
Maybe today will be sunny,
And maybe tomorrow will too.
But eventually those pearly clouds
Will turn into treacherous tempests
That rain lightning, and flash floods,
And hail thunder that booms
Like cannons in my ears,
Until my ears hum songs
About sunken voyages
That met a watery tomb before
Land could be glimpsed
Upon the crows nest.
I'd rather be happy.
Happy as a clam
So that there are no clouds in the sky.
And if there are any, they'll whisk by
As wisps of cotton or incense
Only recognized by
The faint scent of metal it leaves
When it is somewhere else,
But not here.
Darling let us go out and play,
brisk air is sweet and welcoming.
Oh, my dear little feuille-morte
your deluge is so endearing.
Don’t dilute what the eyes betray,
those colors are ever changing.
Darling let us go out and play,
brisk air is sweet and welcoming.
I would love to whisk you away,
the woods are extremely healing.
My feuille-morte it’s breathtaking.
Let us dance among the decay,
darling let us go out and play.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There once was a pumpkin-spiced squirrel Edwina, quite stout
Who on Halloween did shout, "I'll be airborne, no doubt!"
With a whisk-twitch squirrelly spell
She rode her broomstick quite well—
Over the forest and thereabouts, anywhere, her favorite route.
Her panadas stash fueled her yearly, shadowy flight,
As she zipped through the oak-shadows until daylight
Upon her tail-tufted steed—
She was a magnificent rodent indeed!—
Edwina owned the sky, the corvids scattering in sheer, nutty fright.
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