Best Ecliptic Poems
Wolf And Owl Take Shape
Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars
10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest
Sitting opposite one another atop elateds springtide shore; the moon trickling down
These beams of light and messaline the ribbon within, her flowing red hair; flames...
Redolent this moment, as bare aneath the stars a thrashing in our heart's; melodies
Crashing their waves while my love she claims; certitudes velvet kisses; silken charm
The magic amid her touch; spellbinding, beating drums and raging waters pounding
Upon ecstasies reef; deep inside lost within her eyes; ecliptic oceans tides; orgasmic
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..."In Beauty's, 'Daisy Chains And Laughs'" *
Nothing is running on time anymore,
everything seems to be leaving late
And arriving even later too
What’s wrong with the grandfather clock,
working quirky is the quartz LED watch
Digital punctuality is ten nanoseconds off ...
losing time at this rate just make time slavers scoff
Now that slight difference might not bother them much,
but your computer
is having an electrical hard time trying to adjust
And this little misfire gets exponentially wider
with each step you take on the spiral staircase of
Time
is running late
And the alarm clock didn’t go off in my
Mind
Dead sleep is a retrograde time buyer,
as the rift in reality gets exponentially wider
But the evil time slavers just continue to scoff
And as the hourglass of time keeps losing sand,
this is the tick-tock countdown of what’s happening:
Repentance is a reverse time-share buyer,
as the road to damnation keeps getting exponentially wider
You better start checking the Doomsday clock
because it seems like its ...
Ten nanoseconds off
becoming nine minutes lost
becomes eight days of imprecision
becomes seven weeks of empirical oblivion
Turning into six months of solar ecliptic irregularity
turns into five years of where did the time flee?
turning into four decades of wilderness wandering
turns into three centuries of time-tripping slavery
Ending with two thousand years of sin freeing Christianity
Beginning with one twinkling eye blink to infinity
Nothing is running on time anymore,
we now have all eternity to explore
No need to worry ever again about being late,
the universe forever remains on the same cosmic calendar date
No worries ...
Time has been completely erased!
Far off, foreboding, doleful, true,
October's blood moon soars in view.
It speaks from raven, star-strewn skies
prophetic warnings for our eyes.
This night, to sage and seer known,
yields wisdom from your twilight throne.
Your crimson presence speaks in mime
sibylline missives for our time.
All eyes behold your burnished face
a-flight on its nocturnal trace.
Should we fear times both bleak and dire
as twilight burns with your cool fire?
And as your cryptic visage, red
stared back, the eastern stars did dread.
We feared celestial spheres would quake
to see night's crimson rune awake.
Ecliptic passing in our sight
on this apocalyptic night.
Twice in one year we've seen you swoon.
You haunt us, lonely, sanguine moon!
Blood Moon II
***written after second blood moon of
2014.
It tracks across the heavens this
bold omen of the night.
Some seeing this ecliptic were
set shivering with fright.
This 'Blood Moon,' full in April which
own secrets deep and stark,
proclaims its mystic countenance
imploring from the dark.
So many stare in wonder at
the tetrads third portent.
When next the 'Blood Moon' greets the night
will men cry and relent?
A face of dread like embers red,
yet salient in the sky.
Those seeking your true meaning, soon
may glean the reason why.
The shading of our silver moon
four times from darkened shroud
may spell the future's deep descent,
or lead us forth, unbowed.
The silent, crimson sentinel
who from celestial height
purveys symbolic knowledge as
we search the sky tonight.
Blood Moon III
Common Verse
4-5-15
Swirling vistas of such sweetness found floating through the auspian air ~
Pen to pad calibre idioms beyond the verbs measuring these tidewater inkwells aside
Beauties, evergreen genetives in red, white and pinks, pronounced; Camelots dreams....
Testimonials of daybreak amid the pacific keynotes?!
Her ambient adverb treasures, gently washing upon the shore inside, my thirsting soul ~
These syntax reasonings postulating now their exotic gatherings; stencils
Moonstruck truths at contemporaries point break; subverting the translucent waves
Amplified currents in forms approaching this high tides, ecliptic heart....
Shadows once shimmering their syllables of review; now, a nouns verse!?
Swirling my spirit deep inside this melding aqua paragraphs, seaside melodies; rhymes
In literatures pacific daybreak keynotes ~
Postulating Moonstruck testimonials; syntax reasons floating through the air of this, loves
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...."Comtemporary Romance Novel?!"
Form:
Creatures
winds and wildlife
giving the evolution time
creatures big and small
are appalled
but are so tall
to evolve and resolve
the call
the lakes and mountains
raise little fountains
spitting out the unknown
thrown to the highest place
the ice lenders
and the pretenders
depend on the mist
the mighty fist hits the grasses
the sun brightly glares
the stormy weather
lost forgotten endeavor
a voyage to where ever
the flowers grin in anticipation
sending us ecliptic messages
lost staircase of farness
captured with dearness
do not fear us
this is just
endomorphic electric
metamorphoses of literature
scriptures and pastures
let alone with one thousend dictators
masters and creators of the universes
Written tonuhalan/6/4/06/thur.
On the celestial equator she sits.
A splendor to the zodiacal constellation, she is due south.
As starry as he can be, Ursa Major (The Big Dipper) is
her neighbor.
As her picture unfolds, a spike of grain she holds.
Epithet is the Mother of God.
Her spiritual bond sanctifies all.
Her tender love is shown,
as God so loved the world.
An astrophysical being is a twilight of beauty.
So astral and metaphysical, she is truly beautiful.
Holding her offerings, she pauses.
A pictorial of exquisite art this woman is.
In moral excellence, she resides ecliptic in the sky.
Virgo, the Virgin, is the most beautiful zodiac sign.
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PENNED ON JULY 05, 2014!
On the ecliptic of your symphony--
in a fury of verbal commotion,
where the delivery becomes creation...
where a simple sigh becomes emotion.
There is a new melodic resolution
taking on the new delivery.
There are new songs of revolution
since the evolution of MTV.
There is a waterfall of light
that falls like astral rain,
a sight to see in immortal admiration,
you'd love to see again and again.
It's my transcendental opus,
I sure hope that you'll come along...
May your world of fear suddenly disappear--
I really hope you will sing along.
Nap Time
In the astral world of utterance, one overhears the whispering of sweet nothings, breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that nay, nearly spilt the teacups swirled cremes delights and demitasse gooey treats,
Behold the phoenix rise to full measure under a lunar ecliptic mystic mesmerizing trance, upon a peacocks crown, whose stretched out azure-chartreuse wings, becomes enmeshed betwixt the manes of an unbridled passionate gallop,
For it leaped towards a skipping array of a colorful rainbow's path, that was freely dancing throughout its phases within the warmth air of a frozen sky,
As it spread o'er a vast terrain of mounds and vales of gathered greens tethered to tawny treasures teeming of life with no end at joyful pleasures,
Thus at the behest of Cherubs during the advent of endless stars whose dreamy light twinkles instructions that seduces a flock of whimpering lambs a free ride on their woolly souls,
Fostering meek minions to flow in the channels of a righteous domain free of a distant storm pushed by the lashes of sunbeams tickled whips temperate to your hearts enchanted beats that steadies the gauges of innocence,
And as a cluster of mirrors enlightened volumes of your sojourned quest of luminous unconscious prominence in a period of this, your inner realm expanse, collectively storing away as romantic muses within the anthology of your memory as its key
All delicately locked by the fortuitous magnitude of your eyelids.
2019 May 16
*4th Place*
Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2
~~James Edward Lee Sr.
A granny in a brightly lit flower frock is neither a spinning wheel or a basket of multi coloured wools. Multi coloured wools are very very useful indeed for wool wafts wonderful warmth. And warmth is great when cold so never mind the harness in a three wheeled bin in the artic. Oh the whorl of semantic accolade is an issue for a tiny tissue and a tiramisu partying on a giant cliff face. Squarking squirrels sending signals swimmingly secretly sedately swift. A cloud worshipping a beacon is a beanie in a bun but not while the bun is sleeping. It needs peace and quiet you see and tantalisation can often christen the rite of passage in in even the mist tightest of skirts, shirts and dressed crabs. In a salad. Overtones of a butterscotch pantry never belittle a momentary pickle. Miserable money making mongrels make marvellous man made moons. And a jingle jangle.simmering on a stove is a one time initiation starting ship to a nonlethal Atlantic cruise basin where crudities are neither cuddles nor cute and anarchic apathy is swamped by an adjudical nun in a costume from the fourteenth century castle of the espionage for espionage is not a experience it is a an exact evenly economically excellent ecliptic eccentric eclipse. So all go hail the ring of the bell from the cooker. Ding dong ding then. Right isnt it? Playing football in a dough ball of glue is preferable to hand gliding in gloves of concrete. And a forthright pair of gloves are always leather in outlook and forward drive like a medium in a trance. Trembling trees throwing turnips thrice turning tormenting tortoises. Hahaha the time tick tock tick arguing with a baseball glove and a hat and a microphone stands with a bacon trolley. Hahaha missionary mishap makes many mingling monsters. Oh left heel clock clock right heel click. Great. Fantastic isn't it? Xxxxx evolutionally z z z z z
Form:
"We are Worlds"
Internally eternal
in each of us
another world
Unknown
and alien
supporting strange lifeforms
hidden beneath our veils
watching silently
illuminating exotic ethereal lines
Connectors electric
touch each other
another’s world
reaching out instinctively
we regenerate ad infinitum
Lux Vitae unfurls
too deep an equation
for shallow minds
without fathoms
Oceans inside us
drown all our sorrows
wash our uncertain shores
Inside us souls
come and go rushing through
like hyperbolic comets pulsating
Leaving footprints
in our grey matter, they are
translating white noise
and black calculating too
We walk around
each other
Our universes colliding
Inside us all our worlds
a million self-perpetuating questions
we are identification unknown
taste each our salt
and each our earth
curiously inside us they watch
our bodily world turn
kiss life for a little while
we mingle within the frail vessel
of skin and bones,
inside we watch
from our world
then to sleep within soil
our essence is dispersed
into the trees of life,
we quench their thirst
where leaves are veined
sap questioning a whispering wind,
"What was our human’s worth?"
eventually our exterior burns
Ash to ash
dust to dust
We are scattered
through air falling on
feathers of freedom
Pieces of us
fall into rivers
swallowed by other souls
like a time from
The Dreaming
they are singing us in
mouths open for sacrament
on the fleshy tongue that now grows
a luminescent pearl
We are
becoming
new worlds
Internally eternal
in each of us
another world
We evolve
in slow revolutions
ecliptic, fields magnetised
towards each other
Light and Dark matter
our Universes colliding
New Worlds
Soul full
eye to eye
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.” C.S. Lewis
“The soul has been given its own ears to hear things that the mind does not understand.” Rumi
"The soul is an infinite ocean of just beautiful energy and presence made manifest in human form.” Panache Desai
"The Soul is the Truth of who we are".
In the PixiS climb to Hydra
Lynx is next just past the Lion
Take a dip into Ursas Major
Come and ride the Leos Minor
It’s a Primer she said…
Reading wheels inside your head
Stacking stones into pyramids
Merry goes round the ecliptic
Latitudes of a Long time cryptic
Marching two and fro…
Is it Zero or is it Nero
Inquiring our minds to know
Form:
When they pleasure powered down to rest,
their twin-engine heart was beating still
at the arterial warp speed of galactic love
With the endorphin catalyst fuel shutdown,
the rocket passion blast
was nearing impulse horizontal inertia
The space mariner woman at the bed starboard helm,
told her right-hand man navigating
to turn the hip thrusters off
They were entering the nebulous
mind-meld zone
A mysterious space-time place,
where the soul pulsar gravitational curvature
formed a time slip-knot:
A bonding phenomenon where time slip not
The captain of this supernova class starship,
guided the navigator’s empath thoughts
with her sparkling, ruby-coated lips
Giving moaning, non-verbal commands telepathically
Alerting him where the next neutrino ******
micro-particles would hit at multiple vulnerable spots
Opening ecstasy fissures in the epidermal hull skin
As other asteroidal pelvic disruptions
made the body-shaped ship merge force-field shudder
The time slip-knot
was a quantum quirk realm of hot
dilithium electromagnetic loving
They were caught in the invisible force
of two strong gender poles of attraction ...
causing time to slip not
The stars were frozen into place
like a crystalline solar plasma lake,
due to the time slip-knot
The dimension where perfunctory
social thermodynamic physics were forgot
The fastest stream of consciousness
slowed to a virtual excitation phase shift halt ...
Reversing the anticipated climax ecliptic slingshot,
lovemaking vibrations moved with stilled thought velocity —
Reaching the outer limits where time slip not
The starship enters into a centripetal vortex of sweat,
plunging into the black hole of no biochemical regret
Coming out on the other side
of the molecular maelstrom kinetic frenzy
Solar sailing thru the null pain void,
on serene serotonin waves of the deep-space emotional sea
Charting the light-years of joy ahead,
flight destination: twin planets X’ura and N’gora,
the charming, AI computer voice said
Retreating into their co-joined cushioned pod,
they rode the erotic cosmic journey out
in suspended romantic animation —
Face to face
Distant piano.........
Sonatas in the fountain
notes on notes upon me
falling down
in stardust
burning sparks and embers
blistering with anguish
the skin I wear without you
shadow songs of sunsets
roses into ashes
distant fires remembered
in your listless eyes.
Peel the husk
of time
to borrow
back
one moment
of forgiveness
calibrate my soul's
ecliptic
meet me somewhere
past tomorrow...............
be the lodestar
of my heart.
again.