I no longer trust the flowers of dessert mirages.
For years, Vikings have read mystical Runes.
They once soared forth in golden carriages.
Now every dawn returns their dreamy tunes.
A faery, I remain in vibrant flight.
A mystic born with Stardust and Cosmos.
My flight dreams transcend the mind's starry night
To realms where big truths and visions arise.
Handfasted once beneath the ancient Oak
Amid unwinding breaths of whispered wind,
Now freed to ride the cosmic tides evoked,
Ascending where the Celestials began.
No human heart knows where I am flying
With defiant fantasies unflinching.
I see you in Albany
yet you pull away from the call
aloft to all those that care
Gone are the fields
once mellow blue
that curved and glided,
that tears at your heart
Try to dream
beneath the trees
Heed the call
Aunt unilateral, naughtily tempting,
Unintentionally naughty toyboys attracting,
Nicely tantalizes ardent uniting,
Teleporting aloft, usurping NASA!
This beautifully designed
Spring, star-studded night.
Alive within these brave souls
Of courage, truly, a breathless,
Singular, moving delight!
I am not here to be an advocate
Only for me, a most piteous plea!
Yelping, as a child,pay attention to me.
But to also support oppressed
others, so far across the sea!
Kiiled with bloody, enthusiastic,
Antediluvian treachery!
Provincial~ oh, this I am not!
May freedom be, bravely begot.
Internationally, born thoughts,
Keep my soul high in flight aloft!
My soul tonight with immense
celebration, in ecstasy, caught!
4/19/2024
Aloft sits a bird in the corner above mine front door;
Spirited wings flapping so;
Opened mouthed chicklets trumpets pour;
Droppings food for its young to and for;
8/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2023
magpie struts haughty
its demeanor black and white
flips betwixt between
Cleanfill and cement
selected pigments of orange and blue
a stiff chilling sky blue hue
to create a scenic spektical
beauty
marks the walls a sight for
people to admire
perfection
and style Phor-Lustoreteaze
the sight of marveled perfection
the lavishness
and her beauty
makes grown men
crumble and fall
her smile and capitavtivness
make me more eager to call
guess I oughta
doll up for her
since she so pretty
and everything
I bought a watch in
dellrio
these diamonds go
with everything
Moody Blues is playing through my speakers
And my mind
A gentle tune of yesterday that feels so
Very kind
Tuesday afternoon, a fairyland
of awe
Plays scenes of yesters' visions
From youthful dreams
I saw
I close my eyes, time drifts away
Aloft a tune,
of yesterday
I
Humans are divine, but watch & emulate pigs
II
We have body-vehicles; "I'm my car," is like thinking you are poultry
III
Scripture helps us recall our divinity (versus eating with pigs, as the fate of The rude spendthrift & HEIR in LUKE 15, teaches us)
IV
Earthly problems drag us to poultry level.
Recall you are an eagle; fly with eagles
The ship in the harbor is sailing
with a blue flag aloft;
returned from a season of trading,
its crew is in sorrow for the captain has crossed
from this life into the great unveiling
at God's golden shore.
Note: If you are sad and describe yourself as "feeling blue," you are using a phrase coined from a custom among many old deepwater sailing ships. If the ship lost the captain or any of the officers during its voyage, she would fly blue flags and have a blue band painted along her entire hull when returning to home port. (Origins of Naval Terminology)
For: Blue Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
~hearts aloft the soul
spirit rises it so soars
neath the heavens floor~
7/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Gold at the center
Ringed with black
Standing on silver
Never looking back
Coolest windswept
Hills aloft the sea
Looking toward heaven
Never more to be
Sun scorched and burnt
Now entirely free
Looking at the shadows
Tossed across the sea
A little bird told me,
you're out of the nest.
I walk the shore caressed in smiles
Touched by a thousand memories
Swept aloft by perfumed sighs
In the curl of your embrace
Mermaids carry my love to you
The tide returns with your kiss
Brians Select G 3rd Place
Off the perch with shame beneath,
A Twitted crow flies aloft.
Hoping spectrum, blues and reds,
Dreadful notions, ugly skin!
Bracken wings, rotten look,
Rocking black, freakish beak,
Squawking hard, aiming high,
Cracking sound, beating trees!
Nasty fight that broke his heart,
Thrown afar from family,
Roots unknown yet fallen prey,
Lost he was to mystery.
Spreading wings, beating firm,
Gazing sharp, locking claws,
Diving down, mighty strong,
Fighting back, lengthy dusk.
©Anees Rahman
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