Best Awaked Poems
Earth around me felt the lightning
Trees trembled, their new leaves bravely hanging on
Wildflowers, innocence awaked in beauty
Shined their light in gratitide
Ground mice, dodging the strike
Sought warmth in familiar covens
My hand, my own hand, part of the earth
Stroked the grasses within reach
The air filled my nostrils with a sense of humid calm
Far more peaceful than any law, manmade
Far more peaceful
Than any law
...Manmade
03/22/13
In a damp, dark cave
With her twisted evil laugh
She has help from all her slaves
As She practices her craft
She takes an eye of newt
Purees it with a frog
Throws in, a leather boot
And a few hairs from a dog
She speaks an incantation
And I'm awaked from the dead
Then pours this distillation
In a bowl, that's by the bread
You'd think she'd used a spell
'Cause I obey her like a fool
And grab my books and lunch box
As she sends me off to school
My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes
When love slept, **May 25th my love awaked
“I love you” could be said in a hundred ways
But me showing you could last a thousand days
If actions speak louder than words
Then the genius of our love is a problem for all the nerds
Your eyes may not lie upon me at all times of your day
But in your heart, permanently and always, I’ll stay
My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes
No one can see how you saw, like how you love
Or even kiss like you kiss, hug like you hug
You hate camping, but our hearts just went, Oh well!
Snuggling together with a fire hot as hell
Let the moon shine forever with stories to tell
I love you, you love me, and we love each other and the key
Of life and the world to see, your heart stays strong while you’re with me
My heart pounds, my heart loves, my heart shakes
BANG! BANG! POUND! POUND! Loves goes back and forth
If your sunset comes first, I’ll be filled with remorse
Wishing we sat together, (sigh)… but life takes its course
When my heart pounds in need for that extra breath
The cells of your heart recuperate my natural health
My heart vibrates extra hard, so let that organ quake
My heart pounds, loves, all at the same time while this organ shakes.
** if you're going to copy, add you anniversary date
The whistle blew, signalling the start of my journey,
Aboard the train, my degree and future bright and blurry.
3000 km to travel, 30 hours to spend,
I settled in, ready for the adventure to begin.
I put my bags down, beneath my seat,
Letting myself rest, my eyes to meet.
But fate had other plans, for I was soon awaked,
By strangers, who in my native language spoke.
They talked to me, and I was all alone,
But their kindness and warmth, I'd soon know.
They gave me sweets and showed me the way,
To pray to Allah, the only merciful, they'd say.
We prayed between the seats, cramped and tight
, But their sincerity, made everything right.
They took me in, and showed me the way,
To Allah, they led me, with love and grace.
They were like angels, sent to guide,
My heart was filled with love, my soul purified.
In that moment, I found my repentance,
Thanks to these strangers, Allah's holy message.
May we all find such moments of grace,
And be led to Allah, in this life's race.
For in the end, it's love and devotion,
That bring us true satisfaction and salvation.
There is something in my life when night comes my mind.
Cocooned beneath warm silky bedding
Soundly nestled in dream’s quiet moment
Neither purged from silence nor the chatter of an awaked world
My soul engulfed- now doth begin the teetering dream
Whither I am smiling or running- tumbling or soaring
Erupts the moment of a rattling bell
My dreams flee like sparks from a roaring fire
morning’s pains seemingly swell as a title wave
As senses hinge between dream and reality
First sitting-than standing
I binge- begging then beseeching in recollecting the tilted dream now slipping
Trying to summon its phenomenon, its question, the mystery, the implied sensations
All the while reaching to turn off the rattling of reality
Do I awake to the noise of a new day
Angerly have I forgotten all.
Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon,
the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice,
whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger
who could be a wanderer or an intruder...
the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees,
will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon!
Moments lived into a silver night,
when the narrow streets are empty and dark
and the gondolas rest at the quite docks,
are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes;
and if our hands seem so frantic,
our quick thougths may be less romantic!
Following the trail of the ascending moon,
how loneliness is detected in her glance...
if we stare at her melancholic face!
And should we bring her a little comfort
by singing her the tune of a lovely song,
but how long will her presence loom?
Moments lived into a silver night...
are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime,
even more than that one unforgettable kiss...
while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals
of a city that still withstands the fury of tides;
will another city be as beautiful as this?
We'll die before Venice will completely
disappear into the Adriatic Sea...
so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy,
and leave something to remember us by;
I'll write the words and the melody,
and you will sing it to her sweetly!
Moments lived into a silver night...
linger among these strong and old walls of Venice:
where the legendary Marco Polo slept,
where ordinary and famous people wept;
fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze,
by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light!
With the onset of warm temperature
across cultures there’s a celebration;
elsewhere in the village or urban setting,
there’s fun and lovely interaction.
In the neighborhood, there’s a good vision
With green trees and beautiful flowers,
militonia orchids, lilacs and tulips,
all these are reasons to smell them.
As many shade trees like oak, maple,
pecan, pine and birch are everywhere,
skunks, raccoons and gophers are seen
in the bush that come down to search
for food and other things to discover.
Just the time to jump-start summer,
family barbecues cause to unite them;
with all the hype and exciting moment
these are ways to experience summer.
Mementos of time may have gone by
but family get-together in the backyard
recaptures the spirit of having fun,
the meaning of common good to everyone.
What a lovely day! A feast to the eyes!
when everything is green – called existence;
when pollen grains drift in the wind,
can cause even allergies that lead to affliction.
Despite these things when birds descend
when bees and wasps form a hive,
truly, an attraction to behold with wonder
a gift to all, with joy for a smiling summer.
Largely a place where one finds wisdom
awaked with a cavalcade of summer signs
a passel of people focused upon interactions
human relationships, a voyage through summer.
Before the moon gives reign to the ruling sun, I'm awaked by the crooning of a lover. Not for me does he sing, for he seeks a mate. It's those tranquil moments I treasure, when through my open my window I hear his voice. Sweet love songs in the silence before the waking of dawn beguile me as the world still dreams in slumber. I'm filled with inner peace and a sense of hope. While listening to his dulcet tune, sometimes I pretend his songs are for me. If I had wings I would answer his call with a melody of my own.
avian crooning
lavender sky of morning ~
melodies at dawn
February 24, 2023
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It Was Something Like A Dream
now its all a movie scene
im crying late at night
for reasons
that couldn't be.
It Was Something Like A Dream
cause it wasn't real yett.
I feel like superman
so put that "S" on my chest
and flying through the sky
that would be my first test.
Tell my girl I said goodbye
but don't you let her cry yett.
It Was Something Like A Dream
until the day that I awaked.
My body is feeling moist
like some frosting on the cake.
I can swim in the ocean
i can float in a lake.
It Was Something Like A Dream
until I had my first kiss
in the middle of my class
it was really hard to miss.
This good love was going fast
then it sunk like a ship.
My lover was so sweet
you can call her fun dip
but no matter what you do
it will always be a dream.
Her beauty glows like the moon
thats exactly how it seems.
I feel misplaced...
secured inside the gates of the Law.
Trying to justify my faults.
Wishing desperately to be cut from my confine.
Night falls...
"Light's Out"
The ward cozenages the blocks...
Pulling the cells shut...
It slams with my own shame.
Locking each one....
It's the key turning in the jam that scratches at my mind.
Lying on the mattress, I'm inhuman.
It's disconsolate.
With only a diminished reflection of light creeping itself in.
Almost like it sensed my pain...
Offering me that morsel of light, for hope.
After finally drifting off to sleep...
I am awaked by flashlights.
Radiating into the small rectangular shaped glass.
Oh how I wished, I had the strength to punch it out.
I would have cherished that glass.
Thanking it repeatedly for allow me to release my pain through my blood.
I needed a acquaintance...
Praying repetitively to receive one on God's behalf.
My anger was an understatement of rage.
They did not take, they stole, everything from me.
Causing me to feel bare within my own life.
But the one thing that was rightfully mine, they would never have.
My thoughts.
As they tried to pick at my faults through therapy sessions...
I felt overwhelming power.
No matter how much, how often they pried, my thoughts were mine.
All of mine. Only mine.
I hated the schedule.
Hated the structure.
Hated the guards.
Hated my life.
Freedom is not free!
A NIGHTLY PRAY FOR HER-GOOD NEW DAY BLESSED BELOVED WOMAN OF GOD 2 cr
Night-night Be in our Father's arms. Be Rested, sleep well awaken refreshed Whole full of His peace, love, and joy, Love Goodnight
Awaked by His gift of breath and conscience
Blessed Good New Day Beloved
I pray that you've slept well.
And that Our Father's joy and peace
Embraces you as you're opening your eyes.
May the grace and mercy of our Daddy
Indwell in and on you. Daily
May He Lord Jesus Our God guard and shield your heart renewing Your Mind as well.
We claimed favor of God we claim the newness of heart and mind
We claim blessings and the favor of God
We claim no pains no sadness this day we trust believe and receive
This new day blessing from my Father in Jesus name we pray AMEN
Beloved Blessings, may you have a blessed rest sleep.
You shall have a blessed sleep. God bless you with all your endeavors.
May His goodness love and peace cover and guard and protect you as you sleep.
Sleep tight within Our Father's arms.
God of the airways, the atmosphere all of creation
Got you covered fully. In His omnipresent state.
May He resonate in every room in your dwelling.
May He as well look over your children and family. He blesses God is working on us
...In Jesus mighty name Amen
I Speak and Believe; I Know blessings belong to you. God's favor belongs to you seven x seventy-fold portions. In Him thus moment partake of His goodness, grace, mercies, Joy, Peace and Love
4/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Gesture in her sound,
Pleasure in her mind,
She awaked with the little hope,
she scrambled down when the day come
with the fear of stage.
Unexplored talent remain inside
just because of a small cage.
Eyes of them
made her to remain behind the doors.
But,
Soon someone was coming from these doors,
Brightness was there in her eyes
when,
she heard his little voice.
And her talent swerved towards the pages.
Yet another day ;
Persuade was there,
But
she had to limped again.
Her dreams were seized.
And,
tears was there in waiting eyes……
he looked those tears
and got the fame
the very next moment.
With the smile,
she felicitate her own boy.
Her desire was there in his voice,
Her pleasure was there in her pen.
But, self seeking
he forgotten his own mother.
And
Soon her desire left her alone
But pleasure was there till her last moment.
She never expressed her feeling
as the fear to loose all her worth.
In her story;
Last word swept away by the tears
Of those forbidden eyes……
This world came into being without these ladies and gentlemen consent.So the
Global Village in relation to all nations.As floating avenue to interact with each other made comfort the system of online any time,anywhere to reach.Text messages and e-mails set to keep the occupants alway awaked.Still,this media
found a dumbed like Dead Sea without any emotions to express.The emojis born out of minds of a few and to let walk over the air to make sense in the form of a silent language to make people primarily to smile,a blessed sense reserved only to human of all lives and to walk the talk “Silence is golden”.
Oaken Necklace Shorn to Fold
silver berries diced by long panned gold
light the way to days of old
racial memories reawaked
twist and roll as thirst is slaked
with honey mead
the druid wakes to tell the elders what he's dreamed
This younger man with hair so white
Has slipped and slithered thru the night
That waits us all in mortal thread
To watch the dragons and the stones
now nothing more than buried bones
But once they ruled and once they flew
And others walked when time was new
Now druids tell us things they know
From tiny shards of mistletoe
And chancy dreams awaked by bees
He is our savior.
He heald and he saved.
He died on the cross.
Then he awaked.