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Voices In My Head

Inexplicably silent in choir
being unusually quiet
not a word from me was heard
neither spoken nor sung
so as not to cause a riot
when jibes bad vibes at me were slung
and I was asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'
I replied, 'Here's the thing,
really and truly, I cannot sing,
it's been this way for all my years,
whatever it is I appear to hear,
and between my ears to me audibly sits,
tho' quite right there, when on the tongue's tip,
it's not the same music my mouth emits.'

Silence and Sound

The tale of when our ancient world begins 
when curious characters did abound, 
such as the audibly contrasting twins, 
who bore the common names Silence and Sound.
The mission Sound would always prosecute  
with loud and bold voluble persistence,
thunderous, unyielding and resolute,
his one aim to tell of his existence.
While Silence stood still with an open ear.
not caring for notice or attention,  
but to understand, empathize, and hear, 
a humble, kind and loving intention. 
The one who was Silent as a prayer,
was the one, in essence, really there.

The noise was christened as silence listened

"No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence"
Quote taken from the Sounds of Silence by Paul Simon.

Echoes of a lingering quiet time,
When no one hears the bells that chime.          
Through the abyss I feel myself falling.
My voice cant be heard, although I am calling.
Silence has deserted me so it would seem.
There are no pins dropping in my dream.
Is this the day they freed the noise?
Dulcet sounds that bring everlasting joys,                                        
Words uttered loud and clear,
Though I implore, she will not hear.
My song is old, bordering on archaic.
Like shattered glass that forms a mosaic, 
I need to suppress it and turn it all around,
Stifle the silence and bottle the sound.
The silence is definitive, no volume switch to turn.
The sound infinitive and audibly I yearn.
Into my muted dreams she often sneaks.
Its louder than words when silence speaks.
Its like gold that glistens, 
When silence listens.

Tests of Humanity

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"  taken from The Merchant of Venice, Act 3 Scene 1

bleeding scarlet by laceration 
audibly amused through titillation 
beautiful ladies diminish survival
launches second shoe in reprisal

Sound Bites - June 25, 2024

Blessed Quietude

Audibly
  we rise
and fall

But Silence ...
is the language
 of God

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)


Lost In Place

The past
is never where you left it
Tomorrow
— delegitimizes today

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)


Groupies

Liking ...
 sometimes better
 than loving

(Keith Richards: June, 2024)


First Step

Standing at the crossroads
and knowing that you’re there
Going left or going right
coin toss or a dare
Pushed by fate determined
into sorrow, joy, or pain
First step taken tells the tale
— of destiny proclaimed

(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)

Granma's Porch

As Freshly Laundered Linens
Secured By Pins On a Back Yard Clothes Line
Airing Out In Daisy Aromatic Breeze
Set to Dry Under The Friendly Not too Hot Sun!
I Sigh, For this is All In My Mind
Sitting on My Granma's Front Porch
In Refuge From the Grueling Rays
Urging Me to Bare My Thoughts and Pen What I'm Thinking
Front Porch Resort, High Noon, Anti Sun Bathing
Dehydrating My Will For any Outdoor Frolicking
I Sigh, For While I Sit In The Shade
Cool Northern Breeze Blithely Tickles Laughing Leaves
Birds Chirping Chapters About Disappearing Honey Bees
Propound Is the Scenery and Serenade
Convenient Atmosphere For Shadow Work In the Shade
I Penned, I Sigh
I Think When I Pen and Pen What I Think
Seated On Granma's Old Wooden Porch Chair
The Chair She Once Sat On, She Ascended and Left Her Earthly Effects Here
I Sigh, Sometimes I Shed a Few Tears
Empty Nested, Time Tested
Constant Gratitude for Granma's Love And Energy Invested
All of Nature Singing A Song I Wish To Remember
Chorus Of Natural Equilibrium And Profound Splendor
I Sigh, Audibly In Silent Relief, Nature's Song Soothing Grief 
As the Sun Sets, I Am Soothed, Settled, Nested in Peace.




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THOSE WORDS-

Old Testament where are the words that you spell are they having blessed those words that you spit out I speak letters that are confined at it make words I speak words that make sentences audibly I speak aloud I see with my eyes Visions heard I speak the words that are unsettling and settling all the words that I spew out I regurgitate and spit out words that are not sponsorful or blessing person all the words I no longer use blessed is the tone blessed in the syllables in the letters in the words that I now use environment no more enchantment or curses I speak a lord I speak in a happy love I speak the challenges none are flying blessedness those words that I speak and like it but I am the light in Jesus is the walking word

The Company You Keep

All quiet on the western front:
The rest, in bed, still sleeping.
Then, audibly, I hear a grunt;
The neck hairs start their creeping.

Then springing up from on the couch
To do a full room sweeping,
I stub a toe, a stifled ouch,
And words that need some bleeping.

And there beneath me, I can vouch,
The monitor is beeping.
It’s Vivian, no ogrish grouch,
Whose company I’m keeping.

Stand Up To Cheers

Don’t just raise your glass, stand up to cheers
Until each and every one gets audibly clinked
Repeating Ike-ism’s stretching memories years
Keeps the good ones up front and spirits linked

Not so subtly cheat (just a little) in a crokinole game 
Enough to get caught to see who’s watching most
Laugh when he’s busted, “Who me?” He’d exclaim
Get the cookie anyway and make a little toast

But don’t just raise your glass, stand up to cheers
Around the table meeting each glass individually
Sing old songs loud enough so everyone hears
Then head to the garage to smoke an O.P.

Overpaying the grandkids to repaint the fence
Who wasted the paint on each other running amok
A sense of good humour even at an expense
So off for more, piled into the big orange truck 

Fixing cars for the cost of parts and a chat
For family and friends over sprockets and gears
Here’s to the happy man with Ike on his hat
So don’t just raise your glass, stand up to cheers!

Used Cars

I passed a used car lot and thought
of my own vehicle...and had to crack-
a-smile: a lot of mileage and poorly
maintained~ tires often over inflated

seldom attentively cleaned and 
meticulously polished...

Of course, it has been “My Way”,
sort of like a Sinatra song
but far less flamboyant, though
not entirely deprived of Bragging
Rights. And yet, there has been
an element of destiny, I am lost
to fully define...that mist we come
from, the shadows we know are
there, lurking behind the screen,
just beyond a mind's rational edge

Often struggling to determine my
real from my visually, audibly imaged,
I am only certain of our shared affection,
the lingering warmth of heated embraces 
I have carried with me into the chill of 
separate days~ with our breathless kisses
that somehow define life beyond all 
breathable borders – 

Who knows? Maybe there is a Heaven,
as love remains the greatest Wonder of
The World~ 7 + its best.

If Only He Would Go Away

We rather wish that someone would
     lead him to a tree.
They can be so useful
     for life and death.
He might look more elegant
     from a distance.

But this one decides to join us
     in this bar,
sits at our table, displaying
     his filthy fingernails,
his rather snotty tissues, sniffing,
     so audibly, so blatantly.

Each half-hour or so he has a smoke,
     so leaves the room,
permitting us to take
     a deeper breath,
drawing somewhat cleaner air
     into our lungs.

Ah, who has the courage to say
     please go away -
though it would be better to use
     some choice language?
But all we do is sit -
     just hope, ho hum!


(Sep 2022)

Soley In My Closet Beholden I Am Praying-

I've done this audibly and solely in my closet
To him holy wholly now I'm speaking sharing in text now
How true He knows my heart and how I'm ever grateful for all His blessings Even though I don't continue to always say it daily 
But in my sub-consciousness in my spirit I know that I am increasingly blessed And I know that He needs to hear that I love and thank Him Always
He loves me ever so and I love Him just as much.
 I wish I could love Him more so more.
 But if I speak it allow Aloud and Believe In My Heart. Amen
 You know, no one can measure your love of God in your heart but God.
 His love overflows through and in me no man can see how.
 He's touched my heart and how I also believe renewed stilled loved chosen 
And approved Worthy of His love, for some reason especially for this day
 His day, in His will, His way I am His love and I feel loved I m beholden 
 And I know that He needs to hear that I love and thank Him, Always
SOLEY IN MY CLOSET BEHOLDEN I AM PRAYING-

9/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Lassie

Sitting at McDonald's at a  table up from an old guy in painter attire taking his lunch break. Wolfing down his food  he talked on his phone all the while .As he commented about his day and asked about whoever was on  the phone .He must have been asked about his meal.Stopping to lay his sandwich down he eyed it
With disgust and before resuming its consumption said",It ain't much but maybe it will make a turd "

Waite there's more.As he struggles to navigate his belly out of the booth he audibly farted said" What did you say girl ,Timmy is in the well,laughed to himself and left.


You can't make this crap up.

Guess he was stuck in the **** stage.Perhaps I am as well.I am inexplicably drawn to a certain type of companion that in the name of rehabilitation shall remain nameless.

Why You Wasten Time Praise God-Praise Jesus

Why you taking all that energy and time
Being ungrateful pouty wasting all of your life
You hourly daily time disgusting unredeemable on making up lost time
Complaining sustaining in your sorrow in your brief lapses of unbelief
Miss spoken unspoken silently and loud you're disbelief
A wise man once said you may kill time but one day time's going to kill you
Revelations part sometimes hard but yet so true
Lord I ma stop mine confession find the right now confessing I'm praising I am in worship with you in my mind in my heart continually so second by second by minute by minute by hour by hour audibly and intangibly in my mind now that I praise you been made free, in Jesus Name always 
Amen



9/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Human Bloom

a child collapsed cold in the garden 
talisman waved with the wind 
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged 
horribly marbling volatile harmony 
azure veins fold under skin- jittering 
gently golden it stings 
effigy holding the strings 
partially fondling close within cartilage-
pieces now bloom into things-
before following- 
thin choreology
thew ending progeny
posed they erode intermittently- 
honestly, 
iridine progeny, 
how are you possibly
watching atrocity knead etymology 
skin abound covering, sleeving impossibly 
sinew renewed where it feeds on bare faucet leaks 
farther it blossoms then seeps something bodily 
oddity, pardon me
lovably blue and it bleeds out so audibly 
fissure pains bottling 
lowly imposingly- 
nearing a prophecy 
budding up slowly to figurehead modesty
petals all grown out- they shelter so somberly
flay splayed out flower-wise neatly and modestly 
peaking autonomy 
inky tear conjuring  
pink from the fostering
nauseously
cautiously failing to breathe

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