Beneath the weight of bleak grey skies,
I rise, though storms would blind my eyes.
No tide nor tempest bends my soul
Of those who stand, though hearts be cold.
Through thorn filled paths and bitter winds,
I pray my soul reborn, where hope is all.
The chains that sought to steal my flame
Are melted by a forge unnamed.
Invictis! —cry it through the dark,
A beaconed flare, where darkness dwells.
May stars bear witness, live or dead,
I've run the race, I am measured still.
sun-dried, saltwater-rusted
bench sits above cherry bricks
undulating like pan-fried
bacon strips, by the streetlamp
where lazy dogs whine at once
and also lose their bladders
and imagine chuletas
in the beaconed street's limelight
Beacon
The wind wraps her up
Step in
On all the scorpions
Beacon
On false realities
Hope filled with principalities
Favor
Undo all that I fated too
Graced
Into submission B-gratitude
The wind wraps her up
In a purple blue blanket
Trees wave at her
She’s daddy’s little girl
Woman daughter of the most high God
I reckon
Step in
Favored
Graced
Beaconed
2/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
NonsenseLiterature
In amputation, amputee a nation
Here we come! Here we are so! I woo thee!
In three we count and clutter, and toothless joyous, smiley me!
Giggling and stomping are they! Here they come! Brother keeper brethren herd! Feelings elation, rainbow, cuddly!
None knows why! Even though, they are in the hardest try! As it came along, seemingly!
Once wonder, why are they so? Give them up and clear them all, aside!
Then the second passed, caused me a blast! Succumbed with a second tide!
To see them coming! To see them sharp! To see them with eyes closed, with a vivid gaze!
I and my laughter! We muse each other! We tickle each other throughout the day! See page!
Laughing surmised in moonlight, needle of the cuddly seamstress and the salvation of the angling boat!
The light beaconed high! the platoon of ants and the truth! The train and the brainless pain with oil coat!
Laughter we are in! We see the slates in we are in shine! The very first ones of the letters and slates among, silly!
Carbonated the gas in response! And the laughter enhances! Fanta and fantastic responsive, gluttonous belly!
Nonsense Literature
In amputation, amputee a nation
Here we come! Here we are so! I woo thee!
In three we count and clutter, and toothless joyous, smiley me!
Giggling and stomping are they! Here they come! Brother keeper brethren herd! Feelings elation, rainbow, cuddly!
None knows why! Even though, they are in the hardest try! As it came along, seemingly!
Once wonder, why are they so ? Give them up and clear them all, aside!
Then the second passed, caused me a blast! Succumbed with a second tide!
To see them coming! To see them sharp! To see them with eyes closed, with a vivid gaze!
I and my laughter! We muse each other! We tickle each other throughout the day! See page!
Laughing surmised in moonlight, needle of the cuddly seamstress and the salvation of the angling boat!
The light beaconed high! The platoon of ants and the truth! The train and the brainless pain with oil coat!
Laughter we are in! We see the slates in we are in shine! The very first ones of the letters and slates among, silly!
Carbonated the gas in response! And the laughter enhance! Fanta and fantastic responsive, gluttonous belly!
I love once in vain
I saw light, it beaconed me
To rise up again.
Already there it is nearly gone,
no magic, no music flat waves.
I am, because of you and trusted how we, two lovers met.
And other people,
lost along the beaconed way and we cannot see to use it.
You were the miracle all saw, because I am simple, of me.
It was found as well out in the wind,
and I found it out in the sea - come to me,
it is splendid, it is not, as for me.
Tidal pools, see ours the fish swim in circles,
as they wait to get out.
Great is the ceremony, look to the coastal side,
wherein I was brought up.
But however the pool it looks,
in the dark by the moon, it was safe.
Safe from the storm,
life was for me, you looking out from the sea.
Then if it is bitterer than the sea for want of peace,
after love you are the price that I paid.
Carrying worn suitcases packed tightly
with meager possessions, lofty dreams,
bringing hearts filled
with longings
for the familiarity of homelands
and family left behind,
they came to America.
Schowengerdt, Rabun, Mazzei,
Erickson, Keeton and Rausch.
RaGusa, Martin, Devries,
Kaplan, Renfro, Czypryzs,
Morrissey, Hartpence, Colbert,
Collier, Roth, Proia and Ward.
They came to America.
Shining through immigrant tears,
Lady Liberty’s freedom torch
beaconed the way to portals of hope.
Beyond ... the future’s golden glow
beckoned the brave to create a new America
molded out of the melting pot of diversity.
They came to America.
Standing hand in hand at Ellis’s shore,
in reverent silence,
hearts bursting with pride,
a hundred mother tongues
with single voice proclaimed
in perfect harmony,
“We are America!”
I'm just a shadow seldom seen
A soul once again forgotten
Waiting on your beaconed path
A path decayed and nearly rotten
I stand very still as others fly by
Or am I the one stuck in slow motion
Caught in the daze of a sea of people
Flowing by in their very own ocean
When will you notice where I stand
Will you ever reach out and call
If it weren't for me stretching out my hand
Would you come looking for me at all?
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After Glow
Having no holiday lights to glow,
I left my salt lamp light on low,
and went outside to the prairie road
to see what the nighttime sky would show.
Alas. The winter clouds hid all starlight,
the moon and planets were gone from sight.
For a moment I felt denied a right
as Nature bestowed me one more slight.
Then a beaconed horizon caught my view,
not just one, but at least a dozen few,
some orange, some red, some yellow and blue,
and colors that before I never knew.
From across cornfields shown sparkles of light,
from unshaded windows of dwellings upright,
and my soul swelled an urge to reignite
my extinguished self against the night.
Have been accused that the splendor of love has my praise,
constant change and its stimulation for the awaken days.
The longing, the calm, the touch and its astonishment,
illimitable desires, its creative expression and still content.
The many excuses and fears to cheat despair,
to know the madness to take the motion to bear.
Promised eternal love to cross that dark of life,
lovers eyes speak in that voluptuous light of strife.
Remembered potion of my beam in constellation,
embracing souls and glowing emancipation.
Immortal praise for all tenderness is given,
the inenarrable senses all driven.
The queen of love beaconed in dreamer’s nights,
cause of attraction’s magnificence.
Celestial loyalties in timeless sphere,
soothing away the troubles everywhere.
Holding the bond that made love to trust,
sacramental echoes of stardust.
Awake above the ego’s cry without doubt,
redeeming will humble allowed.
My waning intemperate indulgence not to blame,
unsheathed reality for the constant new again.
Possessions through the act of memory,
spectrums in light of progressive immortality.
Author Dana Redricks
January 8, 2020
Lord thank you for delivering me
a little girl trapped
in me with the yearning to be free
She wanted to be released from
her past and boundage that tried
to hold her back
The enemy planted a seed of
weeds who tried choke out her
joy but the more he tried to steal
her joy the more you made her
She smiled when deep down she
felt crying
Lord you gave her something that
never stopped her from glowing
In her smile the world became
a better place as revealed yourself
to her
You reached out your hands to her
and beaconed her to come she
climbed on to her Heavenly Father's
lap as he held her in his tender loving
arms
thirteen kindled stripes
blazon fifty beaconed stars…
freedom burning bright
USA Flag
17 Jul 2015
David Mohn
She came out of the sea at twilight
Weak and trembling, bent with age
Her hair entwined with seaweed
The pounding surf a watery stage. .
She stood awhile and listened
then with the most frightful groan
Beaconed with a bony finger
To her minions in the foam..
Out of the waves they scrambled
Creatures from the dark and deep
Unleashed this one dark night
From their prison did they creep..
The danced the Funky Monkey
while the stars shown overhead
With abandon celebrated freedom
From their dark and watery bed...
So had the sun and stars aligned
Just this once in untold years
To break the spell they suffered
And dry their unending tears..
And with the light of faintest dawn
They turned from their heavenly shore
All crept back into the thrashing sea
And their likes were seen no more
I wrote this with my grandson several years ago..i thought it would be fun to bring it back again..
Taken by the heart and crushed,
Emotions shattered, thoughts rushed.
Crippled by the love that was finally denied.
Riddled by the gunfire by a lover who lied.
Hurt and beaten down, yet I stand tall,
I shall never again be beaconed by a lovers call.
Revitalized by my own heart and soul,
I will be one with, Emotional control.
Bitter sweet memories of lovers past,
I shall never again mention when asked.
Powered by the will and passion in my heart,
I have begun anew and with the past I have part.
Beware, for I am beautiful and strong
And I shall never again be that lost love song.
Angels have united and fight for my cause,
I will never again be the woman that I was.
My dreams are my future, filled full, with love,
And I will get all that I have been dreaming of.
I will rejoice, be happy, and smile that smile,
Knowing that my love life is set, if only for a while.
©REB (Jan 2013) someone needs this MH
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