Best Conceived Poems
As the sun awakens the forest,
I ascend the faded trail.
A doe and her fawn spring,
startled by the stranger,
traipsing through their paradise.
These overlooked alpine slopes
soak in tranquility,
and newly conceived sunshine.
Enchanted and purified I drink
from untouched springs of refreshment.
Give the valleys to the cities.
Grant the plains to the farmers.
Leave the mountains to her unsettled visitors.
Where civilization grows,
ugliness breeds in desperate streets.
Pollution collects beside her gutters.
Man turns on himself in greed.
In the places people gather,
desecration and hatred are common,
and he is cut off from himself.
His cities are bastions of confusion,
concrete coffins awaiting the fill.
Save me from our urban abominations.
three senses
visual voice & sound
read to recite to hear -
intuitive cadence birthed
breathed in the ear
** What’s Torn **
What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or, for dear losses, again grieve…
The things thieved
from life — as divinely conceied,
like the Amazon forest’s trees —
don’t leave, but remain in a spectral reality…
What’s been torn away
may similarly refuse to leave —
like my calve, cut from my body, will scream,
sending phantom pain in suffered agonies…
What was seized from me on that mournful day,
— sculpted by dancing ballet for a decade,
stayed as I went from anestesized to awake
into a daytime nightmare without any escape…
When life sends us to dire places,
where hopelessness would subjugate us,
God will guard our souls and grace us
with a strength: resounding to the soul…
Left ragged, like having my health fail
in reaching goals, I will feel my heart wail
near breaking, but I refuse to let my faith pale
…believing the prayers of heaven will entail
blessings to help all God’s children prevail.
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((c) s.y..eslinger 3/2024
**an addition to “On Phantom Pain” poem still in progress at this time
Conceived In Sin -
Cincinnati, Ohio
(most Up To Date Virgin)
Any attempt for fecund woman
to successfully counteract biologic
reproductive force to whit
deserves grudging testes
meant to garner at least tidbit
sans, ejaculated kudos (by Dickens),
where aborted squirt,
viz skin flute, gets writ
off as sad sack pit
tiff full seaman unwittingly spit
outside sought after vasocongestion
swollen phallic doth intuit
thwarted down thrust trend,
where offspring of genetic
inheritance since Eve soffit
a dam nibble prickly outcome
braking abrupt copulation,
where half cocked drill bit
attempts to hit
bulls eye included with animalistic kit
and caboodle born toward illicit
propagation of species,
this indomitable overbearing gen nit
till foreplay to liberate dill lib writ
lee, pointedly and instinctually
continue human race,
where a bajillion threads did knit
world wide web steeped with lit
richer replete with orgiastic nit
tee gritty prurient details
recounting bacchanalian debauchery
nun such breakable classless habit
ah what a dog send to gift
and empower women to inhibit
unwanted pregnancy (of childbearing age)
equipped with superhuman heft quit,
while erect phallus unable to lyft
uber penetration, no doubt miffed,
especially in throbbing throes far drift
from coital provenance, one agitated fitbit
feeling royally screwed
particularly virility predicated
on loose sing penile glue stick
within secrete slit.
First you breathe on her
Was it love or lust?
Was it fact or fiction?
You stared in the windows through my heart
Of age or not
We begot
A child co-created along the way
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
With our inner thoughts as well as our outer parts
If we didn’t want a child
We shouldn’t have been bound
To our allure’s
While in our tangents
We’re hell bent to ignore ourselves each other family and God
Finding it odd no one
Didn't listen to the hymn
Didn't listen to our peers
Didn't listen to mother or father
Interlude intercourse anyway
Now our peers say...abort
Now those tears flow in our lust and sins now to soon
Now we should have waited
Now those sins are heavy and laden
We should both have stay a virgins
and just wait to...
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
Don’t do the act, if you want to relax
Don’t do the thing, if you want to be free
Don’t undress, then latter protest
If you wanna be free, be real
Wait until the marriage bed
Don’t play with God or Woman
Abstinence be morally free
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
Abort not keep your hands and genitals to yourselves
There’s no maybe’s, in co-creating a baby
Unless you’re in the marriage bed
Only then, only then this is what God sanctions
Of age or not
We shall not begot
Didn't listen to the hymn
Didn't listen to our peers
Didn't listen to mother or father
Interlude intercourse anyway
Now our peers say...abort
Now those tears flow in our lust and sins now to soon
Now we should have waited
Now those sins are heavy and laden
We should both have stay a virgins
and just wait to...
A child co-created along this way
With our inner thoughts as well as our outer parts
If we didn’t want a child
We shan’t be bound only from now on repented we will only,
Conceive only in the Marriage Bed
10/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Dimensions of the poetic,playful
posies,once absurb come into
perspective the upside down unlocked
its potential perceived,evidence now
orientated and then expressed.
Yes I'm proud, happy, ecstatic I'm blown, I was conceived to Barry White.
For S1's best one liner contest
AKA: I Should Have Looked Up The Definition Again Before Writing
Chills
shiver
up the spine,
settling in to
chatter teeth which clench,
a vain attempt to hide
from the world that illness grips
tight, weakening muscles, blurring
thought, and chaining imagination.
" The Light shown in the darkness, but the darkness comprehended Him Not."
Once long ago a baby was conceived
Mary was the maiden of whom you may have heard
Selected by God(The Trinity) to conceive and carry the Baby
Through the work of the Holy Spirit(part of the Trinity) a tiny dot
Was placed in the womb of the willing servant, Mary
The fetus grew in the dark, warm place
The Son of God was recognized by the fetus John the Baptist
The Holy Spirit was working even when the babies were in darkness
I can feel the touch of the mothers as they rub their enlarging, rounded stomach
I can smell the aromas of the simple homes as they prepare bread and fish
I can feel their anticipation of the arrival of the Messiah
The long looked for and wanted Messiah Who would save Israel
I can understand their special feelings
Being the ones chosen to bring into the world two unique beings
The time Elizabeth and Mary spent together must have been spent in rejoicing
Little did they know what the future held when the darkness rejected the Light
He is still the Light of the world..
He is still rejected by most
Salvation is so simple
All one has to do is say they are sorry for their sins and invite the Light in
Contest: The Light
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Date: 12-15-2020
In three billion years the sun dies, Earth with it and the ring around Saturn too.
When will the apple fall?
Will it fall close or roll?
The apple rots eventually, the tree forgets and fly’s brains are too minuscule to understand at all how to mourn.
Grey hairs mean death.
It starts with the milk teeth twisted out, in blood and pain - experience is necessary for the end, I suppose.
How feelings infect the stomach then implode in a cloud of stardust that consumes Neptune’s ice cold handshake.
All this inevitable, repeatable for a few billion years.
And yet we worry of what is to come in the next fifty or so.
A death in the family - dominoes topple.
A spanner in the gut that wrenches and pulls and ties in knots all coherent thoughts.
A language of dashes and dots rattles with haste before the soul, mind, brain, spirit, heart and living tissue rots.
All the while pulsars rotate with a common rhythm but how beautiful it is that we must do the same:
To live and to breathe and to walk amongst start dust we must all just be dying stars.
A second in a black hole bends to a year.
A neutron star collapses a decade to a minute and we worry when or why or how the future may proceed.
As does Mars when his soul settles down and he marries, starts a family, then worries of his daughter’s daughter’s marital status.
The apple that hit the nail on the head rolled down the hill and was kicked into space to orbit, forever, Gaia’s deepest woes.
The same dust that it conceived flows through our veins today.
The pulsars vision of a continued rhythm is humanity’s constant dream.
All cosmic terror and dread, worries the same as an apple that is used to be bitten, a human that is conceived to indulge themselves in a pool of lifelong anxiety and a pulsar dreading the next time it beats.
That beat may never come.
With
no
object-
subjective
abstracts were born
Ekphrasis tribute to Turner/Moreau/Hugo
You'll never realise the error of your ways
If you think nothing of those who think nothing of you
Joseph was a young man excited about life
A maiden named Mary was pledged to be his wife
But then he received news that he could not ignore
News that hurt and the community would deplore
Though they had not come together she was with child
This kind of shame would cause them both to be profiled
Being a good man he did not want to cause her pain
To force public disgrace, there was nothing to gain
I’ll quietly divorce her, he fretfully resolved
This will be better for all the parties involved
But as he was dreaming in the blackness of night
An angel appeared, spoke to him, and set things right
Take Mary as your wife, and do not be afraid
Years past the prophet spoke of a plan that was made
The child that grows in her is a gift from above
Wrought by the Holy Spirit, in eternal love
She is carrying in her womb a precious son
Through him for mankind abundant life will be won
You will call Him Jesus, a savior from heaven
In His powerful name God will stop sin’s leaven
Through His life and story God among us will live
By His atoning work He has much grace to give
So Joseph arose, as commanded, without delay
Took Mary as his wife, The Lord he did obey
Scripture said that from a virgin Christ would be born
To allow otherwise would create righteous scorn
So they refrained from sex until after the birth
Denying themselves the natural urgings of earth
When the time came there was born a child of great fame
God’s precious gift, a savior, Jesus was His name.
Spring's warm sun arouses mother earth
To send forth buds and flowers' blooms
From the womb expectantly awaiting birth
Everywhere mothers await the day abloom
First a little green shoot then a flower's petal
Then the lovers' around will fly_bees, butterflies
Gathering nectar and pollen to spread accidental
Soon young girl is ready to have wedding anxieties
Nature has a way of maturing the flowers
A little rain, sun, and nourishing food
Weddings and responsibilities maturing powers
A little romance, a little love, a little being shrewd
The first stage of life for nature and all above
Mostly pleasure very little strife conceived of
(I am stilling working on this one)
character
language
episodes
of
reminicences
of
imaginative
validity,
a new
dimension
envisioned
things
not ideas-
knowable
world,
things in
the particular
that
flutter
into life..
..awhile
inspired by WC W epic Paterson