Yesterday is wrapped loosely
in the barbs and silky vapor of memory
Tomorrow is a Mahogony wall of steep hope
slippery anxiety -
the what if ascensions and virtual vertical falls
the Present is a awkward roll on an ocean
of crimson crests and sable troughs
perfumed sails and bow crushing sirens
flashes of flippers and fins-
sudden slashes and clicks
the tapestry of grand sudden sorrow.
like the full moon
seeking fulfillment
there i hung
dangling in space—
half empty—half full…
gradually
the tell-tale linking
of the gibbous moment
of truth’s awareness
came in the still of night…
then i realized
fulfillment is preceded
by life’s crucifixion
fulfilling resurrection:
it’s the emptiness
of life’s cross
that brings fulfillment…
once again i ink crosses
of words and pray
they empty themselves
and become
ascensions to the minds
of blessed children
anointing them with sacred
guidance…
we poets must never be
cocooned in non-metamorphosis
imprisonment of abject silence…
rather we must be evolved
liberated poetic butterflies
soaring life’s skies
pollinating them with divine
shared words of peace and love
and divine wisdom and guidance:
we poets must indeed
be ascended saints
of god’s cistern
sharing cups and saucers
of his shared words
nourishing seeking souls
with awareness
confidence and encouraging
inspirational spiritualization:-
an artesian altar stocks
moist manna seized in vast rounds
twice arrested sights cascade
moment instills
reawakening
a sheltered reckoning breathes
no regrets prepped ascensions
~a ponder
In the tapestry of time, where friendships bloom,
Mes amis, like petals, dispelling life's gloom.
Brothers, firm anchors in the sea of existence,
Une soeur agaçante, a tempest, a relentless insistence.
Parents, the roots, firmly grounding my being,
Leaves of wisdom, in the breeze, foreseeing.
Enemies, shadows that dance in the moonlit night,
Igniting the fire, propelling toward the light.
Obstacles, sculptors shaping destiny's mold,
Dans leur défi, a story to be told.
Life, un cadeau sacré, a gift from above,
Not a right to claim, but a testament of love.
In the symphony of struggle, where melodies intertwine,
Chutes et ascensions, a rhythm so divine.
Gratitude, a dance, through joy and despair,
Dans chaque souffle, God's presence in the air.
Number one on the list, au sommet, divine,
Grateful to Dieu, the source of the grand design.
In the dichotomy of good and bad, the ebb and the flow,
All glory to Lui alone, in the afterglow.
Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”
me trudging walking
gripping onward forward
traipsing baxter street monday
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
that sip spit with maraschino endives
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions
in ravenous echo park
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles
Of blind cocks
that crow at dawn
Dyeing, drying on
the thorns of humanity
The Blood of non-creation
and criterion of a nation insane
Inhumane and decimates
to the red strains of Children’s games
Glory and praise the
ascensions of one
The sum of masculinities abortion
The burnt image
of the aftermath.
Go and see
the walls of None
The tribunal of dung
Crown the one-eye worms
Anointed in rotted empires
Furies scurry and bury the thoughts
Of lace and grace the masses of fame and shame
The brutal pyre of human’s creed,
the immune one
The dyeing,
drying of the horns of cruel black sons
The burn of dark hands
The blood of divinity
The nation
Is at war with profanity.
Sanity
What is humanity?
Widen the chasm
casting call for choice hoped dreams
unbound ascensions
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have stepped into the lowest valleys
my ascensions high
my devotions high
In my Lord my God
my sadness I lay low twix the horizon
Embraced high in the arms of my God
I lay down dormant for sleep under the sun
on top of land
And if I perish in my slumber
this I will remember
In The arms Of God I am
1/31/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I have climb ed the highest mountain I stepped down to the lowest valley
My ascensions nigh?
My devotion it's set on high
2/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
No Theme Chosen Mankind’s Spiritual Quest
An Acrostic by James Edward Lee Sr.
Numerous articles feature.
Other characters feature.
Traditional absolutes overarch.
Humans stop.
Evolutionary jumps move.
Malevolent spirits sense.
Erratic leaps spin.
Continual ascensions smell.
Holy ghosts culture.
Orthodox spiritualities character.
Sudden enthusiasms talk.
Earliest humans center.
Noble essences take.
12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Frank Lane
1877-1913
RS was my best friend,
A friend ever to the end.
Together we footed and mounted
The pliant limbs of the Hybrid Tree
On County Road,
And wetfully whistled,
As with birds in the warm zephyrs
Of summer solstice,
At the lassies down below,
With young and perfumed necks naked,
Ready and shivering,
For the ghost dance.
Together we skipped smooth stones,
Upon the staid surfaces
Of the state school pond,
Out back among the chicken coops
And the pig pens;
We howled and hollered,
As with hysterical night beasts,
Wild under the stars!
Together we passed scented posies to Lottie Gordon,
Our intended island of private discovery,
Our intended treasure,
Our intended Holy Grail!
And with silent tandem ascensions,
There in the enticing moon shadows,
RS and I found a home in the Gordon heights,
Inside the inviting spread-out mansion,
Of a hundred breathless whispers.
overwhelming ascensions
unrevealed pretensions
shrouded mystery
the tall trees are speaking
insects are coming
repelling chemicals
shared experience
alien language
rigorous experiments
of ardent love
overwhelming ascensions
unrevealed pretensions
shrouded mystery
the tall trees are speaking
language of love
miraculous extensions
crawling creatures
repelling chemicals
shared experience
alien language
rigorous experiments
of ardent love
aug 11 2016
6.15 pm
sirius moving closer
aligning in orion's belt
we are whirling in the
galactic center of love
accelerations and ascensions
of higher vibrations
new codes of love
wheels of energy
synchronised
we are healing our wounds
through forgiveness
aug 9 2016
full moon of summer solstice
breaking the walls of hidden emotions
onder the bushes
passion of simmering under currants
revealed
profound impact of the divine wisdom
night of private reflections
heightening ascensions
patchy drizzle clouds engulf
darkness spread like a
magic carpet
a dog barked a cat meowed
some bats marched
through like orphans
velocity of wind wavered
tears dropped down
her cheeks
a frog jumped over into the
dancing sea
and swallowed a fish
a snake reared his head
with greed
and .. i .. touched .. her
july 12 6.06 pm
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