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Fresh and flavourful organic strawberries
Ground with the berries of our hearts,
Do blend with majestic creams
To celebrate this sweat-pouring afternoon
With a nice dish which feasts tongues.
This dessert is both life-giving and life-threatening;
She strengthens our heartbeats
While touching our taste buds;
And kills our precious lives
When she reaches only our eyeballs.
She is the landlady across seas and lands
For the children of sweet minds and tides;
Everytime I curate an icy day,
I believe in the right culinary recipes of her way
To carefully craft each scoop with her gorgeous grace.
My eyes
Look for you
My heart
Bleeds the truth
My Spirit
Enters your soul completely
Your heart
Bled for me upon that tree
Loved me each second
When my
Mind and heart were far away
My soul
Was dry as cirrus clouds
Empty
Being blown over desert land
Without
Hope or promise
My being
Without fruit
Or
Filled with withered fruit
Ready
For the fire where dead wood goes
Then
My soul found the One I now love
He
Filled my being with His hope
I
Rejoice each day with Him
Learn
To lean on His everlasting strength
Prayer, meditation, scripture
Now
Fill my empty hours
If only
You could
Learn
To do the above
Reach up
He will complete you
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"How do you create such beauty. Gratefully;
So glorious high mountains;
Fruitful green valleys;
Pearl floral green aqua waters;
O God you, just you created these...
How do you Father;
How do you;
"How do you create such beauty. Gratefully;
Gracious skies blue and white;
Your spirit breathes in me;
The life you see I am thank you for making me beautiful;
And all the leaves on the trees;
All those little children running free;
All the flowers stems and petals;
At beginnings God's promises;
He left in the skies His beautiful rainbow...
Everything all everything is beautiful;
So glorious high mountains;
Fruitful green valleys;
Pearl floral green aqua waters;
O God you, just you created these...
How do you Father;
How do you;
"How do you create such beauty, Gratefully;
O God everything you've made is beautiful;
How do you, How do you, How do you;
"How do you create such beauty, Gratefully;
8/14/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
A Dedication to Panagiota Romios based on her words
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Suspended like a cataract’s pale lens,
*the cold-hearted orb rules the night~
its blue-gray light pooling
into the hollow of his heart.
Fourteen envelopes stacked like unmarked graves.
He fingers the topmost seal, the wax brittle as hope~
the moon bleaching
their blue edges to bone.
What ghosts swim in this lunar milk?
No answers come~
only the ache of his ink
confessing:
These are *letters I’ve written, never meaning to send~
each a whispered confession,
unspoken prayers of my soul
paper cathedrals
built on the fault line of my heart.
small, papery ghosts, haunted by the weight
of unspoken things~
each a brittle testament,
a love that breathes only in the amber of my memory.
each one unfolded
read in the stillness of lunar milk.
each page I lift,
the moonlight dissects each I’m sorry
each one swirls in specks of dust
where your absence hangs.
I see your ghost in every autumn leaf.
I remember our nights on sheets of *white satin.
Silence and regret are suffocating me.
Come home…
he rewrites in paragraphs
…till dawn bleeds gray.
Moneylender
You were rejected by your fellow man
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan
Your hatred toward these men-- I understand
Burns deeply in your heart and it resides
You were rejected by your fellow man
They bully you, so now you take a stand
Measured by Scale of Justice you supplied
A just reward for squelching on a loan
You make an honest living, better than
The ones who cruelly mock; cast them aside
You were rejected by your fellow man
Losing your daughter, ducats and your land
Upon the law of God you have relied
A just reward for squelching on a loan
To write you off as evil was the plan
They persecute and fool you with derides
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan
From vast emptiness,
imagination is formed
which births a substance.
Reality is a seed of
imagination based on
belief which becomes a
substance,for what is and
what is not are based on
belief.
How do we really know
if who we call siblings are
really part of us,were we
born with perception?
Are our parents really
ours?We accept based on
belief.
Words formed are
accepted so also spouse's
fidelity.
Tomorrow like a hollow
always existing before
birth of mankind,gives
birth but nobody
can grasp it's loathsome-
sweet seed.
Tangibility of substance
is based on belief,what
you belief is what you
have.
You read my philosophy
of reasoning based on
your belief that it harbors
treasures beyond
measures-for knowledge
isn't acquired from birth
but on belief.
Then what is your belief?
A Note to Self
You and you alone
can make the change
in your life to make it
brighter!
Self
Self you need to try a different angle
Years of trusting the wrong person
Has left you frazzled and depressed
Enough
Enough self-inflicted wounds on your heart
Cease the long waiting to exhale
Stop blaming others for your misfortune
Change
Make a change for your heart’s health
Flip the scrip this one isn't working
You and you alone can change yourself
For Poet ~ Destroyer's contest: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpiWkSa19eI ~~India Arie - "Get it together"
A young pretty lady, seeking company from an unknown
and to the hospitality of my open arms, she quickly lodge.
A stranger still remains an alien until some acquaintance is established
seeing what is right in front of me, such a feeling was purged.
Sweet conversation, chilly atmosphere and some sense of belonging
are benefits attached, hence nothing observable to judge.
Her youthful exuberance was glaringly into play,
but it was stimulating and an effective nudge.
She’s damn good! - Soft touches, sexual tricks, and erotic riddles,
all put my physiological smoke into heavy surge.
A sudden feeling of satisfaction and a ‘game over’ countenance surfaces,
she’s definitely an expert and what’s next is to dodge.
Taking a polite excuse, she run-walks to the bar’s comfort zone,
my instincts begin to define all her gestures to be a forge.
Then I realize my fat wallet is her hired escort,
officially making me a stranded victim of a beautiful scourge.
One day I decided to go and sit in the park.
I sought fresh inspiration and a new muse!
My decision was the perfect panacea done on a lark.
In no way would my spirit this time me refuse!
I sought fresh inspiration and a new muse.
Out of nowhere a cynosure materialized!
In no way would my spirit this time me refuse.
My heart pounded, I held my breath, I was mesmerized!
Out of nowhere a cynosure materialized!
An angelic ingenue was walking in my view!
My heart pounded, I held my breath, I was mesmerized!
This Woman's presence stopped all of time! This is true!
An angelic ingenue was walking in my view!
Both subtle and profound glamour did she possess.
This Woman's presence stopped all of time! This is true!
Dumbfounded and speechless was I! This I do profess!
Both subtle and profound glamour did she possess.
She had a feline lissome movement in her stride!
Dumbfounded and speechless was I! This I do profess!
Bewilderment and inspiration within did collide!
She had a feline lissome movement in her stride.
A demure aura emanated as she smiled!
Bewilderment and inspiration within did collide.
My composure I tamed for this vision drove me wild!
A demure aura emanated as she smiled.
The most mellifluous "Hello!" exited her lovely mouth!
My composure I tamed for this vision drove me wild!
I floated north and simultaneously, I crashed south!
The most mellifluous "Hello!" exited her lovely mouth.
I was frozen in this most ineffable of human states!
I floated north and simultaneously, I crashed south!
Her chatoyant orbs for eyes launched me right into space!
I was frozen in this most ineffable of human states.
What would it take to keep this moment sempiternal?
Her chatoyant orbs for eyes launched me right into space.
I will never be the same outwardly nor internal!
What would it take to keep this moment sempiternal?
My decision was the perfect panacea done on a lark!
I will never be the same outwardly nor internal.
One day I decided to go and sit in the park!
WTA-IV 5/12/2016
Pantoum Form
*Written in response to Silent One's poem "Unforgettable"
with a challenge request to use the 10 following words-
Chatoyant, Cynosure, Demure, Glamour, Ineffable Ingenue,
Lissome, Mellifluous, Panacea and Sempiternal!
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Neon-freckled wormhole ride
Unstable tide rocks the set
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Ivory starlight, synthetic decay
Shape distorting abyssal cry
Slashed lines’ frequency extends
Neon-freckled wormhole ride
Burning and burning in the widening grave.
My hero ends cannot hear the hero;
Foes fall and get pulled apart, this card is centered in my fold.
Named anarchist, as released upon the world.
This was before blood-dimmed for every vessel, and everywhere.
Before heaven's ceremony of innocence made my last breath drown;
The best lacked all conviction, while the worst still stood passionate, vigilante. While god's fire intensity came crashing to the ground.
Surely some salvation is in his hand. Surely the second coming is at hand. A second apology! Sharply these words are screamed even from my teeth.
A demon image, my spiritus mundis is cast.
Suddenly, my sight is bleak, and my brothers and the many others vanished somewhere in sands of the desert.
Not a cloud, nor sound, no bodies here in this place for me. No more man, no more woman. All set a blaze as I stand and gaze, blank and pitiless as the sun.
Only pain and isolation, angry and animosity. I feel this as their moving slowly down my legs and thighs.
Brother, love your real shadows. As loyal as they are, you've shown that loyalty doesn't matter. But still I'll love you in spite of them.
But their darkness steadily drops again. Even through twenty centuries of stony sleep, I hear your insects buzzing with sin. They are vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, and awaken I am, your rough beast, your fallen brother.
My hour come round at last.
Slouching I am towards the shores of Bethlehem to be once born again.
TIME FLIES by Jeanette Jones
based on PORTRAIT NO 9
Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham
TIME FLIES
Early still, I rise again.
For the quails came calling.
Dragging my feet, I stumbled
across the room, to get a glimpse
before they get to far away.
The kettle’s on, brewing the tea,
to place in my flask.
Milk too for little Emily as we stroll along.
At the edge of the bay, our four feet dangle,
little Emily hums away; a nice beat to my
dream.
Small canoes, large boats with sails,
carry me away across the water.
Traveling up into the lighthouse,
I look over bay, watching the workmen,
out for the day.
Hours pass as I gather up to leave.
Little Emily and I, hand in hand,
we’ve just gotten here, must we go?
Good night Mr. Workman.
Good afternoon Ma’dam.
I have toothpaste because I paid money.
I watch TV for the same reason.
And this money thing is far from funny:
Without it you are as in a prison!
I have polish that I also have bought.
Water, power,...are all obtained for cash!
All existence seems to be by man wrought
And, being such, subject to error crash!
Non creators have made life money based
Thus making themselves masters over all!
Without money life is badly debased.
The weaker one is squashed against the wall!
We are bequeathed a money tyranny;
I have tooth paste because I paid money!
There used to be time where relations had the at most value.
There used to be times when people valued people!
There used to be times where people fought for each other!
These days we have times when people fight with each other for a penny called Money!
Values have been drained, Relations have been strained and
Love and Affection in Pain!
HIDDEN AMONG THE ROSES
by Jeanette Jones based on Portrait No 10,
Thistle in a Field, by Fidelia Bridges 1875
HIDDEN AMONG THE ROSES
This field full of roses,
what a vision.
Rows of primary and secondary
colors, streaming, at least a mile.
Among them the solitary thistle.
Beauty is the rose,
its spikes as the thistle,
that bows to hands that caress
it with love, along the way.
In this field of thorny ones,
though never chosen,
it receives a lot of love.
Charming in contentment
is the thistle among the roses.