A watch upon the
Those spacious skies brilliant hues
Viewed abundant
Ways of lit lighted paths widths
Stared vast imparted canvas
9/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
widths, analogy, appreciation, engagement, environment,
Form: Tanka
Giuseppe Abbati did interiors in oil.
The Window, open to outside, remains distressed
With rough serrated edges, checked with voids.
Time dried, these shrunken widths of planks have gapped apart.
Its hinges must have closed some dismal weather out.
Today it opens on a canopy of trees.
This view is verdant green without a focal point.
A critic might have said, “What is this painting of?
Your composition needs a subject to present.”
But paintings like some windows just bring in light and air.
Categories:
widths, allegory, feelings, inspiration, poetry,
Form: Free verse
SPIRITUAL SOLITUDE
I release on my terrace,
I hear the songs I appreciate
and love...
Song that is poetry for
my soul ...
Strange melody,
mysterious ...
another harmony ... another line
simple essence, rich attunement ...
Free on the terrace,
short my soul without
offer myself to cynical looks,
clinical looks ...
In solitude I strum my heart.
I decipher life with other methods ...
Hypnotic states ... I translate,
I cross widths and cracks ...
Alpha, beta, gamma and delta ...!
Categories:
widths, allegory, allusion, emotions, literature,
Form: Free verse
Your mother and I talked about you
a lot on those nights.
Your kicks,
who you looked like in your ultrasound photos,
your nausea-inducing antics.
But mostly we talked about
lengths and heights and widths and sizes.
The dimensions of a life,
expressed in
school names, book titles,
callings (never just jobs),
dreams that would grow with you,
things dared,
places we’d see through your eyes,
people, passing or staying,
enemies you’d be big enough for,
hearts you’d break or be denied,
a will that can withstand the world.
Maybe you slept through it all,
or maybe you had your ear pressed to the wall
of your little bedroom,
eavesdropping.
I like to think that our words,
lamp-lit,
somehow drifted their way down to you,
and, finding you asleep,
shushed themselves,
hovered,
incandescent and watchful.
So that, whenever you’re
fighting your battles in the years to come
and feeling
lost in the shadows, or
tired from always standing on tiptoes
and not quite reaching high enough,
you can lift your gaze
to the twinkling sky,
and remember
you once slept
under a blessing of stars.
Categories:
widths, baby, blessing, future, growing
Form: Free verse
Teetering on the edge of the cliff
Tipping the scale in my favor
Looking down, my stomach twists
All food has lost its flavor.
My broken spirit drowns in the abyss
This number is my identity
My self-esteem, a sliding scale
This number is the enemy.
That growling pain will go away-just need to sleep it off
Choking down the Benadryl
As I gag and start to cough
I think I might be ill...
"Sticks and stones"- they hold no weight
And yet my heart still breaks
But body shapes aren't all figure eights-
We're all different widths and lengths!
I block out their words, my head in the sand
As it sifts through the hourglass
Time to return to the daily impasse.
A haze of tears and confusion lifts
As I step on the scale
I hold my breath.
When is enough enough?
Categories:
widths, anti bullying, body, deep,
Form: Rhyme
The idiosyncracies of a diary entry is a zone of unauthorized review. And subsequent beatings of coconut trees can be viewed as no sport. But leaning heavier than most on a barrier is most definitely a sign of acute tiredness. Yet the tendency to kneel by a fountain and taste cooling air is akin to rubbing one's brow with an ink blot. It is to be said that when the meals gather its supersonic time for the racing of the graters,peelers and knives. Twirling a lethargic disco ball. Taming a bud. Unhesitatingly unwittingly under unison. And a clever coin smiles. Great. Good news is not a dog nor a kitten. It is wise to take in shrew juice when bathing in rivers and rock pools. Never shout dormant to a dormouse. And clinging to ivy os not wise when swinging over the houses. Interesting igniting inching. And a very large ball of dough grinning. At lengths. At widths. And commentary is not a fable playing with a dramatic pin board. Hahahaha and a misty mountainous mouse moving. Hahahaha and the turtle having a sunbathe wearing Bermuda shorts. Hahahaha equatorials' equalling xxxxx gestational Z
Categories:
widths, art, , cute,
Form: I do not know?
Arms akimbo
Feet widths apart
Chin lifted slightly
Trusting inner sagacity
Knowing we are
Demi-Gods/ddesses
Categories:
widths, god,
Form: Prose
Join us in this joyful jubilation,
it's a season of sweet celebration.
Jesus' joy bursts in bliss within us;
Hallelujah forever is our chorus.
Join us as our hands we raise
to give our God a priceless praise.
Jesus' joy bursts in bliss within us;
HalleluJah forever is our chorus.
Join the holy angels to adore,
as they glow in grace...galore.
Jesus' joy bursts in bliss within us;
Hallelujah forever is our chorus.
Join the stars to spread sweet smiles
as the oceans roars in flowing files.
Jesus' joy burst in bliss within us;
Hallelujah forever is our chorus.
Join the hieghts, widths and... deeps
to hail the God who never sleeps.
Jesus' joy bursts in bliss within us;
Hallelujah forever is our chorus.
Categories:
widths, anniversary,
Form: Couplet
Peculiar reading men's mind set,
To look at things round in surround,
To look at things in rectangular in all angles,
Drawing lines self exiling in their own homes,
Rings,bangles,clocks,even roti and their eating plates,
Books and money notes in uniform widths and lengths,
Creations on this Earth stands straight like soldiers,
Top mountains,oceans,rivers,waves,clouds,flowers and fruits,
Elephants to tiny ants,whales,males and females,
Most of them are not in the shape of round,nor in rectangles,
Men's madness of making things in round,we can pardon at least,
The world is round,Sun and Moon so,theses captures stored in the mind set of men,
Why men then like things in angles,is a question want on answers,
If men can break the boundaries within the rounds and angles and get them freed,
They can walk a long way than where they have reached out today!
Categories:
widths, adventure, journey, judgement,
Form: Blank verse
An Avarice Moon
The avarice moon is high tonight,
a forked tongue's bizarre delight.
Loose lips will never hesitate
to speak in fashionable hate
about the how and why of those
whose fortune only grows and grows.
I guess we just don't understand
in the same way those people can
that sometimes two and two are six
and take away one does not fix
the likelihood of spending time
computing widths of bottom line.
Success is found proportional,
the door in kind to the portal,
passing from naught into vision.
While have not’s foster derision
the haves are boxing Astroturf
without a thought of rippled surf.
Categories:
widths, philosophy,
Form: Tail-rhyme
When I Look at You
When I look at you, my heart warms like when the sun is beaming down on me
on a bright summer day.
When I look at you I see your strength, I see your gentle caring eyes
When I look at you I hear the sound of the rhythm of your soul flowing like a
crystal clear river splashing against the rocks singing their song.
This man whose soul has reached the depths and widths of what life has given
him.
When I look at you, my heart say I want to explore the hidden parts, the sacred
chamber of his heart.
Will he let me come in?
Written by Diana Jackson
November 12, 2006
Categories:
widths, uplifting, heart, heart, me,
Form: Blank verse