Sometimes the naturally gifted
are without a flake of ambition.
While the thoroughly ungifted
have the ambition of a raging river.
The wallflower wishing to be alone
seems to attract a murder of crows.
A social butterfly's world will contract
into a black hole of pure emptiness.
A snake with a taste for a nest of eggs
makes its way through pricks of discomfort.
The bird must plunk to the ground for seed.
Only to be pounced upon by the fanged unseen.
Possessed by eyes of deceivers
Stress pummels hearts twice deceived
If plainly perceived, are nerves believed
Splitting infinity ...
truth should always
— lead to more
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
A lazy sun winked at me
through the clouds
Weak warmth, denied August,
softly patted old grass.
wink to the east
and wink to the west
for whom the last third wink?
Comfy cozy from my view
If I could I'd cuddle you
Troubadours have soft hearts too
They love their bluebirds, yes they do
Red guitars can play romance
Even though they cannot dance
They know just where to go in France
Nothing happens ever by chance
Rose buds and vanilla base
Together perfect in Embrace
So feminine, a fragrant trace
On you it's found it's rightful place
Meditate while quietly humming a love song
Colors of love are added on top and are strong
Strive to straighten out the twisted lost links
An unlocked door awaits you; just buy drinks.
Draw in and don't leave until the conclusion
A breeze that was bringing a feeling of sorrow
Wet and fragrant, the sadness of tears
On the sites, we hugged to dispel fears.
Lilies picked from yards, bold snake unless
The effort to earn peace is a benign progress
In the pandemonium, it is veiled, so soon success
It can live by sucking life and smiling in distress.
Silence and havoc, dying in the process
when peace comes and the fighting is over
A huge blast of fireworks will cover
Akin to a rain of stars, sparks will scatter.
And, like many lost lives, will fade away
Each explosion should remind humanity
of mankind's exquisite fragility.
Resting under the willow moon
Our lost souls long for rebirth and swoon
We have paid all our debts to the devil
Only crystal tears remain on a different level.
We will endure until the situation changes
We will relive under the healing sun's range.
Here is your squidger
The object is to pop a wink
Try to get it inside a cup
Or smash your opponent, go for their pink.
My grandsons looked at me as if I had sprung a head.
Come on! I urged them. Before we have to go to bed.
I think they may be too old, my daughter suggested.
You never know, until they are tested.
I had to demonstrate a time or two.
Luckily, I have been popping winks since nineteen sixty-two.
In September I plan to go Vienna’s Tiddly Winks Championship.
Annual Tiddly Winks competition, yes, because I am that hip
Death has the last laugh
and a captive audience -
divine comedy.
Statues rise and fall
Empires stutter and stall
Genius streaks 'cross the sky
Leaves in its wake more 'Whys?'
Mountains slowly erode
Earth cracks, they implode
The seas advance then recede
A hiss of steam from icebergs freed
The sun grows old, begins to expand
Turns devil-red, scorches the land
A mighty blast proclaims its twilight
The universe winks ~ goodnight
On the cold of an early day...
Mist hoovers atop low grass
I stand with chilled toes...
With only my head above the rooftop
As the sun winks rising
It bakes my face, to comfort
A feeling of warmth warms my bod...
As I watch the moon fade
I close my eyes and tilt my head slightly back
Then, I think to myself...
Such a beautiful, wonderful morning
Then, I look down...and the mist is gone
When one is poetically possessed,
Nothing like the truest rest:
For every braved forty winks
Whacks for new poems and resistance sinks!
One is very free to weep
But one isn’t snatching any sleep:
One’s Poetic Tormentors, a zillion number,
Obsessed with The Ecstatic no less The Sombre!.
You’re hailing your tormentors but with reluctance,
This act dragging to a crushing distance;
At God’s feet dropping respectful grudges,
Not as forgivable as sexual urges …
Only God Himself knows when it shall end,
For those spirits aren’t ready to bend;
When one is poetically possessed,
Sleep becomes one’s rarest guest.
DAY LIGHT WINKS THE SUN'S GONE DOWN
sun has past it's light
daylight winks the sun's gone down
has hid behind dark
lightness just closes its self
sun passes night arises,
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
10/21/19
Tanka poem verse
I tiddle tiddle tiddle
down the lane lane lane
And winkle winkle winkle
through the grain grain grain
I hop and skip and leap and whirl
we all give a group shout
And now I'm such a weary squirrel
cuz I am all pooped out.
Jolly Ollie, the tiddledy winks king
Jolly Ollie really mastered that thing
He's amazing to human dragon and elf
He even impressed the Pope
Who's a pretty good winker himself.
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