“In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God”
~ John 1.1
Pure intent from the mind of God released,
pervades vast space with the vibration ‘Om’,
reverberations with which He is pleased,
since all that that’s manifest, is His home.
In each atom of space, God may be spied,
by eye of the Self in cave of the heart,
seeing all’s unified, though multiplied,
entwined with the cosmic gong, He did start.
As both subject and object in the dream,
as also awareness in which all’s held,
prismatic refraction colours does stream,
which in timeless time, in God’s heart must meld.
As the beginning, middle and the end,
all vibrations, gong of Om does append.
Tonight, I won’t write anything at all…
I’m throwing in my quill,—who am I fooling?—
I’m throwing in my keyboard, overruling
my instinct for seriousness,—o how small
and earnestly banal…/I mean!, the gall
of an Artiste not sat at home drooling
on their craft and crafting another grueling
chef-d’œuvre,—Bah!—leave that to the alcohol!—
—@-tack your ’s-periment__’n’|defend|
mine own: for the[object]of this{subject}
is Anihilating your nothingness.
Yea! all this—and (, verily,) nothingless.
Avoid a void?,your void—I“[-VOID-]”| perfect
disdain,—no mask upon it to append.
when i was a sage
would want to take advantage
of poems i manage
while being a sage
would write my poems page by page
which was latest rage
with capacity
poems had much tenacity
for sagacity
had a head with bone (Bonehead)
either against wall would stone
or leave me alone
when he was a priest
together puzzle had pieced
he would be a beast
had been annoyed
horrible hemorrhoid
was celluloid
when pneumonic
broke barrier and sonic
had been plutonic
with apartment posh
his both hands from case would wash
when into would squash
Trump i would offend
my poem will amend and append
more sins he will send
when poem have been best
here is what I will suggest
eat easy to digest
when with much plantage
would want to take advantage
of poems i manage
while being a sage
would write my poems page by page
which was latest rage
with capacity
would have much tenacity
for sagacity
had a head with bone
either against wall would stone
or leave me alone
when he was a priest
together puzzle had pieced
he would be a beast
had been annoyed
horrible hemorrhoid
was celluloid
when pneumonic
broke barrier and sonic
had been plutonic
with apartment posh
his both hands from case would wash
when into would squash
Trump i would offend
my poem will amend and append
more sins he will send
You always say the nicest things
and make one feel at ease.
Your words are intended to please.
The sound of your voice sings.
Thousands of reasons to like you.
All who know you agree.
You are life’s magic mystery.
On first meeting we knew.
To know you is to love the sun
and hug the cool moon, too.
Your smile is brilliant like fresh dew.
No one receives your shun.
Stars smile on your ennoble face.
Your eyes light up the room
like a harbor from solemn gloom.
Your being full of grace.
Buds heed your call to burst in bloom,
rivers to seek the sea.
Your presence has a grand esprit
that warms an airish room.
Heads turn ‘round whenever you knock,
happy to see a friend.
My words I happily append,
in current terms - you rock!
Every beautiful thing that is created
one day finds a way to pass away
These are things we have loved and cherished
and even taken for granted each and every day
Where is the good in death...
just memories that are hard to bear
Can't we please turn back the hands of time
as innocent minds learn to swear
God is our promise
that heaven will hold us close
But what comes to sinners
That append to the deciding note
I've seen the darkness
that a man can hold
And it scares me to the bone
more than ever can be told
So water the flowers
and feed the birds
Living life is simply
what needs to be heard
A stupor born from a haze of deceit,
My longing is requisite and tasteless.
Redeem the worth of another fool’s charm,
Who am I to append fate and comprehension?
It’s been a long winter waiting for relief.
Warmth tempers in the shadows.
The composition of faith is a moral burden.
Spring’s fate is marked by time’s passage.
Emptiness is my willing chauffeur,
Pining is my method of fervor.
Commiseration is a matter of shame.
Emotional property cannot be pilfered.
Delusion’s apex plunders the might.
A blind sense battles the shameful wise.
Salvation seeps through the pores,
Forsaken dreams are means to abide.
Melodramatic flowers bloom in earnest.
Infected presence is a suit of despair.
The reality of life is uncertain,
If God can’t sin, why can I falter?
Bittersweet tunes and eroding melodies,
Floating fancies surround my head.
Introspective moves and tears of tragedy,
Swing me around the carousel of dread.
Shine On lights;
So bright;
This night;
Enlightened soul your spirit so delights;
Shine On prosper so be gifted be right;
Embrace the light;
And darling daring in sight;
Believe in the bosom light;
Hearts pounding loves allure;
Keeping kept in mind your heavens goal;
Holy Grace;
Devastates;
Procreates;
Lightning's faith;
Darken souls rehabilitate;
Sinful darks;
Append drop of light;
Turn off the dark;
Resume your light;
Resonate your light;
4/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Beard wearing goes in cycles in men
Women not so much, avoiding the trend
The midst of an upswing
More manly's the thing
Even horses sport a pasture length append
Strength lies in the intricate
delicacies in which
I hold her weaknesses
intimately. Professing
her strengths
as if it were
identifying marks
like that of fingerprints
No confession needed
Yes I did it!
Had my hands
all over her design
grappling with the idea
of how to make her mine
Simple ways
imagining holding
her head in my hands,
and it not being a dream.
Need this, "So
it would seem to be"
to evaporate and append
a rainbow of realities
whereby I
can pin
new promises in my sky
God gift wrapping
precious cargo
wherever the delivery,
I will follow.
A rewritten anthem
My pride and silent
protest
that causes enormous
unrest. Each one,
reach for one and
hold on tight
make love like
a crime is about
to be committed
without ever going
further than
fingertips caressing skin
Spiritually knocking
on her body's door,
Her mind says
"Go away"
but her soul yearns
for whispered
safe words.
Ready to split her personality,
making her mad
and satisfied
all at the same
damn time.
Grand order
Grand order
Will come to order
In attendance:
God, us, Lucifer
and forbidden
fruit.
Old business:
Sin. The first time
we recognized
we we're fully naked
and experimented
with pleasures
derived from
Kama Sutra.
Lucifer put a motion
on the table to write
another chapter
and we voted
Yay unanimously
New business:
God suggests we try
Jesus in order to know
Him better
You we're willing
but the I's voted
in absentia
Spiritually speaking
I feel God every time
I'm into you
So my exploratory self
wants to delve deeper
into higher learnings
The bylaws we're written
with this blatant omission
And we have yet to append
the complexities of something
so simple.
I hate to be the one to say
I told you so
but there is something
divine within you.
Maybe it's him
maybe it's me
But you are the perfection
of trial and error
And sin just became
a chance to be one
with God again
LIFE STORY
"Who wrote dese legs?" Said Milligan in Puckoon *
He surveyed his nether limbs with distaste and dismay
While Jessica Rabbit gave protest of every 'toon' **
"I'm not really bad. It's just that I was drawn this way"
I share Milligan's discontent with legs and parts that append
As I guess do others, save those narcissistically vain
We seek to have some correction and make amend
Or at least find some creator whom we can blame
But in life's dramas do we not each play some role
Maybe having some choice of the part and in writing the script
With a character choosing a purpose, determining a goal
As we stumble through props and scenery, trap-doors tripped
Regardless of who was the author of our book
Whether lives are our own or in hands of the fates to make hay
The role we have be it hero saint or crook
Determines right now the game that we have to play
Looking to the future if given that I have a voice
In my next life if not made from mud or dregs
And I have the good fortune to make some personal choice
I will write myself a better pair of legs
“Friend”
He, who would in utmost haste
Avail himself to a sumptuous fill
Of savory victuals of every taste
At your expense and to his thrill
And would in his claim, be a brother
But, at your fortune’s slightest downturn
Shared memories, erase without bother;
Your supplications, if at all; utterly spurn
And, who only before you would beam;
Behind you, sneer and hope you’d fall
His heart, a knife with a terrible gleam
To slit your throat, if to him, ever you crawl
Such, should never in mistake be
To one, whom you’ll to his calling append
A title worthy of one who would not flee
But, will with you, your storms contend
Jan.10, 2018
END
I think you can be my love while the universe come to an end
Is there any other way around for us to send
The cloud fly over the souls to amend
The miracles can occur in the best to append
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando January 3, 2017
Things before our sight
We did not realize true value
Shadow when realized us
Beam enters eye to continue
Say: Not salvation pitying
Loss of wings mid-day
It has become dream to flying
Is the truth, to wind?
Seagulls cordial
Beautiful roses in grove
Mothers to subsequent
Face your father always bright
Who loss of his father
Tasted bitterness of existence
He lived alone with fullness of the universe
Would offset tremulous
Way episode to append
Related Poems