Everything we experience in life
shows in our poetry -- both shallow
and deep – weeds and blossoms~
words come forth oscillating bitter/sweet
harvest, from, hopefully, an honest
sowing --
Honest words speak louder...quieter...
even silence between far more
emotive than a blaring trumpeter --
Poems affix in creative silence – before
the birthing, spirit’s cradle of incubation,
adjusting, conforming to individual rhythms
of harmonic space and time --
Individual...singular, yet cooperative --
part of the universal whole – the lightness
we experience along with overwhelming pressures
core-felt while remaining utterly unexplainable --
Consciousness, is the trickle and flood of God --
“When you find someone who can turn your world around for better, tell him/her everything you wish to say. Perhaps your dreams that never came true may be realized. Who knows”~ By Poet
Slowly fades the light of day’s solemn hours.
The sky in colors of amber and pink marvels.
Desert roses from crannies peek their heads out.
Here amid hills and slopes, we roam hand in hand,
Tireless and unvexed in thoughtless joy.
Stirred to ecstasy by the sweet serenade of birds.
Among the hills I know of a dreamy lake
To its bank, shall we go where nothing disturbs?
There I'll affix the stamp of binding love. Are you ready?
A world seen through open eyes,
No one is wearing a disguise,
Sharing a part of their prize,
As their love starts to rise.
Silencing hungers cry,
No longer slaves to their demise,
People growing wise to the lies,
No longer afraid,
They claim their lives.
As humanity strives for a brighter tomorrow,
Love comes in drowning the sorrow,
No need to beg, borrow or ask,
Money will have a different task.
As we bask in our dreams,
Listening to the streams,
As the sun beams,
Joy into every seam.
People and nature in harmony,
Animals are no longer mean,
Now that the system is balanced and clean,
Everyone is on the same team.
We affix a new regime,
Where love is the leader,
The Preacher, and teacher,
Within the Heart of every creature.
Written: November 09, 2023
________________________________________
An allegedly assured affix
distracted by wistfulness
to assess arousal of anguish,
wherewithal shadows tackle by day
amidst thick mist, in propinquity dry wells.
carrying a titian heartbreak on my shoulder.
a gentle regret that is not a zenith dread;
brocade as taffeta, a bluesy lullaby.
spun from gentle yarns; weaved.
Striving to scale a sibilant soil surface
toward porous roots of sequoia
trapped by the force of gravity.
allow only tangerine tears to flow
from my sorrow.
Getting into the quagmire.
in quest of one's fortitude.
whilst waiting for syzygy perigee,
to occur on perihelion.
We loved when dad would call
For some paper, string and sticks.
He'd ask for flour in a cup
And show us other "tricks."
He'd take a simple grocery sack
And lay it on the floor,
Then mark a border 'round it,
Notch the sticks and more.
He'd mix the flour and water
To make a basic glue,
They lay the sticks across
And tie them taut and true.
The paper next, he would affix
And the "Boston" flare took shape.
It was not like all other kites
With it's rustic, six-point drape.
We watched with eager eyes
As our kite was finally formed.
We got the string and tail attached,
And a dream for flight was born.
Then out we'd go, to let'm soar
Embracing times together.
While short the flight of Boston Kites,
The memories are forever.
zip ties what a wondrous thing
to think how much closer they bring
that joyful noise gleeful clicks
heard as you with your hands affix
swift to use they are a cinch
till things can't move a single inch
organizing so much shorter
all's well now all's in order
----------
The Zip, an American haiku form with 15 syllables in two lines of 7 or 8, and a caesura on each line in the form of an extra space. There is no requirement for rhyming, it just seemed appropriate here...
Ah, now for some juice~ a poetry fix!
What will my pen mix, dabble to affix?
Definitely not some Romantic, tear-jerking
Shtick! But maybe, a frozen delight, a
summer's day treat to ogle and lick –
What will this trick mind conjure and say?
Will the heart be enthusiastic or lazily
play – will my soul be squeamish, aghast,
shout nay!? Sip the venom of latte, such
frothy, beguiling display...my usual time to
write alarm set for the night~ yet, now it
is day, the 24/7 of poesy, night's chance slept
away. I got it! So off and running! Be
back with you shortly; it will be dazzling,
yes stunning! Brilliantly cunning!
The jog of my pen, full throttle, a blazing
sprint! Be back in a flash, after a fluff...and
tint...a deliciously enticing glint!
Brainstorming
Miracle Man
5-14-2022
All minds will never view a problem the same,
before solving a problem most first affix blame.
Having all the answers is our mind’s dominion,
giving no credence to the other persons opinion.
Problem solving requires brainstorming causation,
then search out new thoughts to begin cessation.
Never, should we be the voice, to progress restrict,
sharing ideas with others resolves many a conflict.
When you wake up on this morning
May the first thing you see upon awakening
Your eyes affix upon the beauty of God whispering over you
And may His Spirit heart
Impart
As always His genuine love
Showers drench you whom are God’s righteous daughter
Always in prayers and blessings
5/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
"Oh' What should I call you
my darlings letters gather
O'together with all of you
sisters and brothers what
what is and what are that
So the shape of things to
O'Come words rhyming in
designing to make a poem
So in this chosen verse this
form first a poem of words
structure patterns waves
-strictest rule links rhythm
rhyme what is poetry form
I am a blank line of precise
meter that does not rhyme
O' poetic thought that I am
rhymed poetry I am but of a
A Free Verse sometimes full
So of Epicsa Narrative poem
Might be Haiku Pastoral poet
Master rhyme and schemes
So words come off the paper
The form of the letters word
O'so intermix affix rhyming nix
Oh! darling forms me a poem..
--Read on as I drop this Rhyme
Words inspiring spiraling down"
3/5/22
For Brian Strand Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Villanelle : Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
[He who fears to affix his name to his face or words has something to hide unless the State is after him/her out of fear...]
Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
If no tyrant nor king seeks to blunt your pen
Not even Maquisards make such a claim
Lenin Mao Gandhi fear not given name
They stand by their word in the open
Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
Writers and poets sometimes flaunt pseudonym
Slip past the Law to fool friend behind pen
Not even Maquisards make such a claim
Some daren’t offend patrons with by-line fame
Wife child ageing mother rights will ripen
Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
Does the user of the second name blame
Circumstances or his own fears open
Not even Maquisards make such a claim
Fear of being caught outright in this game
May make hidden causes énergumène
Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
Not even Maquisards make such a claim
© T. Wignesan – Paris, November 17, 2021
Pardon to cause impair
Never meant to affront there,
Thought my smile will heal it
But I realized it annoyed you deep within,
Not bein to convey it
But I truly survey it,
Trust is the word that affix us
Causing two to annex up,
Don’t confront me each single time
As I am not always wrong to be bind,
Stay close if you ever cared
One sorry will make everything clear.
Affix thy ear to mine
Let our mouths entwining
Capturing these sounds
Coming into remembrance
As old once told a long time ago
Your beauty once seen
Intriguing thy eye
Vast thoughts of desire
Yet today my eyes still see
My heart still pounds
In your presents
Lips have not lost their
Taste of honey, with
Eyes still intriguing my thoughts
I am the prisoner of your soul
Locked forever in my heart
Change or Revenge?
Written: by Miracle Man
6/10/2020
Silly season’s here and temperature’s ripe,
A time that finds many airing a legitimate gripe.
Many affix hand to a sign and join the throngs,
but revenge never cures our previous wrongs.*
For those who might seek, “an eye for an eye,”
Black Lives Matter has become a rallying cry.
We can’t change past history but we can restart,
But first lets let Jesus have control of our heart.
Romans 12 KJV
17 Repay no one evil for evil.
Have regard for good things in the sight of all men.
18 If it is possible, as much as depends on you, live peaceably with all men.
*19 Beloved, do not avenge yourselves, but rather give place to wrath;
for it is written, “Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,” says the Lord.
Political Quid Pro Quo
Written: by Miracle Man
3-22-2020
Ignoring the obvious is not sly like a fox,
and most Solutions come, from thinking outside the box..
Many concentrate on blaming, not the problem at hand,
as political discourse helps fear to sweep our land.
Self preservation is always, the name of the game,
So first, many will seek, someone else to affix blame.
This November those chosen, won't be made from our best,
and very likely they'll become, just like the rest.
Not every politician we elect is self serving,
but it doesn’t take long to think they’re deserving.
Related Poems