Best Descents Poems
J'aime la vie…I love life, with all that it brings
Alleviating the jarring pain of potholed roads
Labour uphill, thankful for easy descents,
Observe the rules, most watchful for red lights
Plagued at times by ailments, wear and tear
Yet, like a defiant aging car, I chug on and on.
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11th July, 2023
I just read the most beautifully written,
articulate poem today and envied
Why cant I write a poem like that!
As I travel through mind sheds
Blown out by too much drink.
I can neither contend nor describe
These descents into darkness.
The waking hours when all else sleeps
Unravel half truthes sea deep.
Do you know how many sheep I have counted
Not to be reminded of these frailties
That walk this nightly beat.
I catch glimpses of grandness
Most fleeting at best.
This need to govern a life less traveled, solitude filled
Quiets the psych of a poet, desperately stilled.
the matriarch is the oldest female head of a family
and I'm so elated that God has preserved this position for me
I've lived a life that has been almost four scores
and I've seen what my people have had to endure
as I stand here today I'm a living testimony
of the goodness the Lord Our God has given to me
now surrounded by several generations of my loving descents
as the matriarch for me this moment is heaven-sent
to my sons, my daughters, my grands, my cousins and all of my kin
I'm so joyful that I'm able to have this reunion with you once again
may the Lord continue to grant us grace and bless each and everyone
and I pray that I'll see you all next year for my living is not done
In this world that I live in, man has lost over and over again.
He can’t win from his sins and he is damned.
He formed a country for his freedoms, but he enslaved people and
oppressed the origin and now he negates another.
When will he learned that forgiveness is not known.
That his tomorrows are his troubles for what he has done.
Hello (from) the other side.
I know I ruminate the mind.
Within the statuses of man, life is prominence to the power he has.
His significance is that of enslavement and oppression.
His freedoms he demanded brought him to our shores.
That of North America.
Once vacated, he manifested his vision.
His mission has become tainted and his life is unchained to do more evil.
Hello from the outside.
Your reflections - described.
Rune descents pit.
Symbolizing terrific fits.
Massive to suicide as they take lives.
Focus is occult.
Terror diabolically sought.
Will it stop - Will it stop now?
Hello (from) the other side.
A mind - revived.
Caucasoid
White boys
Who I speak of?
What is wrong with this world -
No true religion?
Are they atheist – non-believers?
Hello from the outside.
Harbinger of time...
A free thinker personified.
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Written January 16, 2016!
AWAKENING
Sleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,
morning’s vacuum broke the spell
Pitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,
“from your friend, a fond farewell”
Sunrise throbbing, twilight aching... grieving,
daydreams, flashbacks, nightmares knell
Pale phantasms, visions sneaking... thieving,
plot to fill the empty shell
12 DELIRIA
1st Delirium: Collapses
Fractured sky bolts, billows bursting... rumbling,
heavens tighten, turn the vise
Horsemen saddle shafts of lightning... tumbling,
jagged highways must suffice
Ruptured skyways, hailstones crackling... crumbling,
naked pearls of paradise
Toxic tongues of laughter stinging... stumbling,
ocean buckets choked with ice
Droplets drumming, thunder muzzled... mumbling,
washed out whispers pay the price
Smothered blazes, cinders smoking... humbling,
ashes shaped in sacrifice
2nd Delirium: Descents
Asphalt alleys, ashen faces... frowning,
blowing bubbles, chewing gum
Drinking ale from tavern tankards... downing,
moonlit beads of painted rum
Stony stars and sea misshapen... drowning,
humble rivers’ rhythms hum
Apparitions aspirating... clowning,
diamonds dying , minstrels strum
Incandescent candles conquered... crowning,
vacant vapours, cold and numb
3rd Delirium: Fates
Tempest turmoil, tapered turrets... holding,
dungeons, dragons, chains and racks
Wheels of fortune, Tarot temptress... molding,
Hangmen, Towers, One Eyed Jacks
Sand dune castles, cryptic candles... folding,
warping walls of liquid wax
Idols colder, combed and coddled... scolding,
hide in fissures, peek through cracks
continued in part 2
Just as mirror of the sea,
Lake Michigan’s shinning big.
Boats are passing with the sails –
summer has refreshing air.
Ideal shallow to swim water –
heated, crystal air vibrates,
at trees people sit in shades,
some are playing on fine sand.
Shining with the crystal sparks,
spacious beaches - waterfront
and the Downtown stands afar.
Reddish setting sun with lure,
sky has color of vast water –
pleasant air descents cool.
Satan tormentor of my dreams;
Deep into that darkness avalanche;
On that day my soul grew in ambers;
Lit on fire condemning---
Once upon this brilliants midnight silent;
I confess between you and me;
Both profess being ungodly;
But you no longer get my praise;
I now relinquish my chains;
Bound to hell only you not me, Satan GET THEE BEHIND ME…
I awoke and flung the HEET;
Instead I uncovered the sunshine heaven’s lined peace;
It threw its Satan’s ghost against the winds
Chaotic demons through which came sweltering, sweltering, sweltering…
They are perfumed from unseen kinds;
And the storms never shaping time;
But in the fact that it was cheeping;
Take thy static from out my heart peeping;
You warned me about the upstart;
Get out, Satan Get out;
Deep into that darkness twisting;
While I pondered, geometrical and existing;
And the downdrafts never tapping;
It was happening, just believe it-it’s happening;
Remembering many benign, crooked descents;
It threw its ghost against the disturbances;
The dynamic brought such sorrow;
Death shall bring slopes, fallen shadows;
I have dreamed further of the infernos;
I ask God this is not where I want to go;
Deep into that darkness ramping
Suddenly I see a light…
I hold on to Jesus tight;
That moment my soul grew benevolent;
I walked through HelL,
but I didn’t stay there;
Hallelujah! Heaven now awaits
4/09/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
yellow swallowtail
slurps purple butterfly bush...
storm brews rain descents
Cherries with the wine,
Silky red curves to dine,
Floating with the ice,
Looms my tongue to charms and dice;
She devil in brine,
Wet dips and her wits decline,
Breathless she tosses,
In the fresh frolic gossips;
Cheered she baits just fine,
Duly caressed remains mine,
Clamors to recant,
In her to and fro descents;
Between sedation,
Dances edged by temptation,
No accusation,
Accepts flagrant violation;
Bitten ecstasy;
Masticated revelation:
We die at tender ages,
while ambitions are still young;
we are trials and failures.
Poets are people too.
Our wastes stink like everyone’s.
We cry, we hoot.
We love, we show disgust.
Poets are people too.
The same lips that brought comfort to the oppressed
and shout approvals for things well done,
utter dark enchantments
and trumped-up stories.
Poets are people too.
Our fables of love bring descents
and eternal anguish to the beguiled.
Our soft words stir wilting souls to endure,
and cast delight into tearful eyes.
Poets are people too.
Our words are mummies,
preserved for scrutiny.
We echoed the defiance for ethics,
and bend revolting spirits to resign.
We mold soft hearts as cruel as stones,
and corrupt beautiful minds.
Poets are people too.
We are mothers and fathers, uncles and aunts;
we are children, delightful children.
We are the voices of ten thousands suffering.
Tonight I died Cold and lonely,
Caught between regret and peace.
Life hereafter for me will cease,
but not from existence;
Rather from cruel intentions,
inflected pain from a host of honorable mentions.
journeys of ascensions and descents into madness;
Surely they are my birth right.
For Fortnights I have contemplated,
Indecisive with the notion;
Poisoned by dreams and haunted by quotation.
The part of me that has passed shall no longer be mourned;
Goodbye dear self, hello dear scorned.
Quite dispersions.
Peaceful allegorical dispensations.
Certain tactful dispositions.
A spectrum of disquietude.
Allegorical gravity.
The solitary wishful descents of freefall.
Long awaited acclamations of flight.
On and on, this merciful rainbow in concerts’ dawn.
A gentle dream quietly placed.
Double-fisted handfuls of sand so carefully poured into
a seven minute glass of a hour.
I love you daughter.
You are my nucleus.
I imagine your hand in mine amid our bleachers of driftwood.
Watching the Sun sleep.
With a labyrinth of meaning.
Long distance adequate flight lines of flight.
It was shot at from a distance and aimed at from a birth.
Tagged reassurance and some things that should have been left undisturbed.
Winter sets near the lazy orange of autumn.
Streaked by a sky clear clouded.
Marked by a smile of my one and only child.
Listening to the riddle of an hour glass of an hour.
Intricate arrows of echo.
They pervade the thick patterns of thunder.
With well know secrets that harbor.
Waiting for remembrance soft hum.
I dreamt of you the night you passed.
It was a cold and grey marathon of a month.
There I chanced an arced echo of memory.
There I found myself lost in a cry.
Sounding, to most, like laughter embracing this dream.
A simple hope that you wouldn’t have left that winter of windswept clouds.
Pearled Diana, What dost Thou want from me?
A whirl of fresh air descents from your perfect symmetry
Phantomed voices; dance now my mind vocally
Like statue-esque echos from beloved house Báthory.
For is it truly You, who speaks so woefully?
a portrait; the Goddess bathed in sky filled jewelry,
Nymphomaniac, Necrophilic graced by Death supposedly.
"I - the Filth in Her womb blessed with grave poetry."
or is it but me, isolated by Death's ovary.
Mother Moon, for Thou I refuse it to be!
Now I know Lady death clawed me unknowingly...
This pale seductress in black spectres my anxiety.
Depression, Suicide, The Razor's depravity
It was said
That our past determines our future
But it's still uncertain
As we blinded by the curtain of time which rises to show our present
The gift of life: Lesson In Fatal Evidence
But still virtuous in our so-called innocence
The evidence of our mind's absents
'Causing an Imbalance in this nuisance
We call justice but this is our first line of defence
Instead, we bring down the fence
And raise them walls and fall
'Cause we don't want to see outside
But we don't miss the 7 o'clock; 7:30; 8 0'clock News
What's the use?
We know someone is dead; Someone is robbed
Someone won; someone loose
But you have to choose
Did the government do their dues?
Who's next...? Me? ...You...? This is seen by the few
As the Aids drug's presence
Is as good as it's absence
Course and effect...
How can there be effect in a country if it has no course
There's the defect because it make no sense
You can't succeed to defy common sense
That is like change the Zim. Dollar to a Rand even it's worth 2 cents
Losing the value of descents
Which proves one of my impotent reasons
That the past stays the past
And it's going to always last
'Cause the future's relevance
Depends on you in its presence…
Heartbreak’s hollow hold has hardened.
Piercing past pools pain has pardoned.
Dying dreams drift on dire descents.
Lost in the loneliness, languid love’s lament.
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