A sea-faring vessel on Galilean
Sea, fully dutied, dawn's a storm.
The ship's crew saw Christ walk
on water -- disciples inclusive.
Peter bid to partake, Christ said,
"Come." He beheld watery life
'neath the becalm Sea Glass, and
his whole being walks over it, raises
his inner glory to Christ's glory
divine, voice of assurance.
The storm woke Peter and fear
joined the climb. The Sea Glass robs
Peter's leap of faith to a sunken fate.
" ... little faith ... room for doubt."
The storm ends, and Peter is safe
onboard.
A vessel stern bids farewell, and its
crew praising the Son of God, as a
parting wanes a shimmering glass
sea mid a new calm proverbial day.
Eclipse begs beasts bays: Chaos and Havoc
as the scheming plots a clock, e'er so close.
Ill sprites hover and bobble ... spasmatic
entities let loose their suffering throes.
Screams and wails are a precursor outbreak
of the cavernous peel that the master--
is nigh--and that the hellish host bewake,
yond slithered pets whip, for the taskmaster.
Becalm, bestilled, beware forevermore,
whilst the knell toils its toll and the uncoiled
hast sprung a boy no more behind the door,
third strike's out a poise shadows earth, turmoiled.
Minute passage as minutes flash a fear,
fourth nil toil nexus whence hell domineer.
give a little,
squeeze a little drop,
give up on,
the illusion of seclusion
belay to open up,
to be becalmed
to be becoming.
*Image of Lady Bug by Pixabay.
IHO We Ladybugs Who Started It
(Gender-Neutral)
My dearest ladybird,
with your orangey shield,
protecting your body when stirred,
as the creatures who languish after you,
their piquant beckons skill to wield.
Becalm, I'm not afeared ...
misterbird flew revealed.
2021 July 17
e.g., Julyme
RhymeScheme; abacbab
Structured Lines
The bamboo sways out to the sky
To gently urge me back to quiet rest
Opening the veil of fresh morn's grace
To becalm my heart .where gjastly shadows lie--
Our lyre of affection... fading away
I sip notes of love alone with night;
Beauty still her pose, beneath cloudscape
Finding her thoughts among bubbling shores,
The whisper of night- music as one.
Kindled by echoes, the moon's fading light,
Falling upon fluid of smokey eyes.
..........................
Song I - Cold - Quiet Now Contest
For Rob Carmack 9/3/2020
gavel, raffles,
travels unravels.
palming, bombing,
becalm, embalm.
death on-death on
becalm, becalm
2/9/20
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Seasonal precipice
eErie haze, becalm water
elongating obscurity
Binded
promisingly adorned cirrus
tinged fuscia, luster
Ascending radience
captivating
Still
unnerving
Sun ray
Time is n't with me again and again
Becalm till dawn; I can't say
There is dim hope of sun ray
Quivering earth jarred me everyday
Becalm till dawn i can't say
thunderbolt upraised with lightening
Blemished castles made everyone panicking
Can't allocate anything countless
Aches., clamor collectively odious
womb of mothers with departed fetus
puddles of lake over bloomed lotus
lap of mother got barren
debiting successor adhering lone
no tears, only vacuum, nowhere to stay
becalm..., till morning i can't say
I fell for her in nineteen sixty nine,
When we commenced our journey of love
Along the twilit path of innocence;
My zeal was unaware of the reality
That the woman I loved wasn't mine.
I stopped our ride near the precipice,
The stones on which were cold due to
The night that harnessed my prospects;
We sat by a tree and I held her hands,
Caressed her hair without any malice.
We talked of our affair and feelings,
In unforeseen malarkey of an illusory feat
Which we called an immortal passion;
At long last, I had the frail courage
To express to her my amatory longings.
She was stunned at my boyish imbecility,
While I tried to becalm her in copout
With aberrant words to dodge the truth;
We continued being playful in false love,
While I lamented in my heart's humility.
After few years of sham togetherness,
I listened to my scarred young bosom
And interpreted the final message;
I parted ways with her in dolour,
Yet I longed her in veiled forlornness.
Forty years passed by and I lost my mind,
When I slowly entered my solitary dotage
With a blemished but a stronger heart;
I could think of nothing else but her,
The first love who was one of a kind.
Turning on the TV
Wonders how they do it
Why they need to flee
Is a matter you know your mother wit
When the world is calm
Somewhere out there needs your help
Who could hear them, and make becalm
Someone watched them like a wolf’s whelp
They are brothers to save wild fauna
With their special creature power suits
Gaining animal powers, saving them from trauma
Transport them in a specific route
Helping rebuild habitat’s life chain
Pio as Chris, Malka as Aviva
JD as Martin, Joakim as Gavin
Teamwork with a brilliant idea
Dolphin’s dive, frogfish’s camouflage
It feels great with these powers
With the strength of rhino charge
Basilisk lizard walking on water
19 November 2014
Written for my son, nephews, and niece who have fun watching The Wild Kratts on TV
With my own song version on http://pinoylifefacts.blogspot.com/
A life of learning is not for the meek
against your views some will loudly speak;
jackals sneering and snickering in their folly
and in that moment others may seem jolly.
Persevere in all your thoughts as most are not that flawed
as when all beauty meets a beast and so then must be pawed
like a raging vandal they will come roaring in their glory
it is your peace and confidence that illustrate the story.
Becalm the savage verbal gale with your gentle words and reason
it is in your words the logic lies and most will find that pleasin'
and when the storm subsides and skulks away
know that in your learning - you taught someone today.
A rose peals amidst a gloomy fog.
The fall of rosy red peddles guided down
streams of tears, dyed red with blood.
Separated peddles wish to amalgamate again.
A naked stem full of thorns, beneath the moons loom.
A rose once crowned with a red flourishing
bulb of pulchritude. Lugubrious peddles blown
in the fierce balmy winds. Staining the air with
vibrant red notes of sadness. Spread
abroad this torn beauty, drifting in the balmy winds.
The arid autumn leaves becalm the rose
peddles and says, true beauty is the rebirth of beauty lost
Have you slowed your busy pace to take notice of a drop of rain?
As the sun glints through it, do you see its natural and quiet beauty?
Becalm your soul in the exquisite burst of color from a leaf after autumn’s first kiss.
Have you tuned your ear to the fall of the first snowflake of winter?
Become mesmerized by the quiet order in natures every soft footfall?
As the season’s tiptoe past, do you draw inspiration, or blindly immerse yourself in the bland cares and concerns of your daily rush?
Grinding your soul into nothingness on the treadmill of society’s thoughtless whims.
Imprisoned in a self-made sightless box of disregard.
Your spirit slowly snuffed out without so much as an objection to the lack of trial or jury.
Will you call a mistrial, or will you pray for a last minute death row pardon?
Have you betrayed your soul?
Summer Gratias
One golden eye glowers, proud Poseidon deigns lift
the scored shards of malice where mere mortals sift.
Becalm unnerved waters, cleanse steel gray to green
before sanity shatters with one glimpse of this scene.
Surge forth healing rivers, bathe stunned souls to heal
Sweep clean filthy flotsam, let no grim grime congeal.
Stout salt of forbearance, restore what had once been
Sure embrace, stalwart prince, lest it happen again.
A falling star met butter fingers,
kissed the pavement rain,
scorched threadbare pocket cloth,
dream vapour in the wet.
Dark smoke was all it brought
to dreary eyes of pain,
and tears crept with sloth
ancient as the sky.
Fresh bile around the grilles,
steaming sweet purgation,
foretell a future day
by entrails of clairvoyance.
A seeing eye fulfils
my blind imagination,
all cats by night are grey,
analogous charcoal shapes.
Someplace else, another room,
where I can spread like plague,
or go unnoticed, lean
old driftwood on the bar.
Sometimes you leave perfume,
a promise bloused and vague,
to linger sight unseen,
I sling my hook to home...
...where you supplant the reasons,
a spell invoked and blissed,
to conjure my induction,
becalm my raging sails.
My angel for all seasons,
components sorely missed,
in spite of this reduction,
no less my world, my love.
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