Best Luminescence Poems
Dazzling wind-blown light
sprinkles a wavy surface
with meandering beacons,
offering to the passerby
seeds of sprite-like joy.
The sunlit sparkles shift
according to perspective,
aligning with the angle—
sun to lake to eyes:
Angels in the angles—
a trajectory of dreams.
...for Hart Crane
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that breathes new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet show no movement readily,
no broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer upon layer endlessly,
the waves preclude all semblance of your face,
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
and sun and stars no energy can gather
to clarify your loveliness for me.
Yet in the dusk your light still lingers,
bright and undeniable, the mystery
still haunts my dreams and will for evermore.
Light
of truth
dawns gently,
when we admit
divine bliss current
to fill all voids within.
As past conditioning ebbs,
veils of ignorance are removed,
enabling thus Gods love to fill us
transmuting mind body as living light.
We cannot garner these truths using force,
for by connecting, not by grasping,
may we cognise the life current
pulsating ceaselessly here,
now, within our being,
known if we listen,
silencing thought,
as our heart
imbibes
love.
22-May-2021
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that breathes new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet show no movement readily,
no broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer upon layer endlessly,
the waves preclude all semblance of your face,
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
and sun and stars no energy can gather
to clarify your loveliness for me.
Yet in the dusk your light still lingers,
bright and undeniable, the mystery
still haunts my dreams and will for evermore.
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that spawns new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet shows no movement readily,
the broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer on layer endlessly,
the waves preclude all semblance of your face
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
and sun and stars no energy can gather
to clarify your loveliness for me.
Yet in the dusk your light still lingers,
bright and undeniable, its filtered glow
mitigates all loneliness.
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that breathes new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet show no movement readily,
the broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer upon layer endlessly, the waves
preclude all semblance of your face,
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
the sun and stars no energy can muster
to clarify your loveliness for me
as in the dusk your image flutters,
scattered and dispersed it seals your doom.
“Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
A contrast of beauty, with a saturation of rufescent
What every heart intercepts when they have reminisces
which never transcends herself when she is mistakened of fluorescences
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
She harmonizes one's life, with her humility of delight
Yet her dashing aspects are remarkable in light
For not once she palettes a stage of fright
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
When she lifts the flushed rose to her blushed rubescent lips
The curtains of the heavens began to lift
for her chastity is for what relieves rift bids
Rosalie, oh, Rosalie!
She enriches one’s future,
She diminishes their past,
She lives her present; from beginning to last
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Her spikes are what prick one’s heart
So emancipating apart
Which devotion comparts
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Is she not just a hallucination of humanity's delusions?
Or is it just component of revolution;
So ruinous of this only luminescence of faith
Or might it be something to only recall my presence late?
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!”
My mind boggles up with awe,
as I gaze at amazing light before me;
a light that not only inspires me with art
and poetry, but also cravings for the gate
of heaven.
Beautiful creatures float all around the blue
background,
like giant fireflies with a white glow.
Since we are of different worlds,
the only thing I can just do is to gaze at a piece
of divinity, for if I get into the divinity,
I will have to die, my body finally
becoming part of the heavenly glimpse.
For I want to see the people who are very
dear to me once again,
I will just sit on the edge of the boat,
and gaze at jellyfish, as they light
up the ocean,
in a clear, night sky.
Indeed, God made bio luminescence
to be like a reflection of heaven!
The light that lights the sun
Shines within our glowing heart
Cognised when we come all undone
Whereupon bliss ignition within us starts
Eternal noumenon manifesting phenomena
Innate aliveness screen of awareness
In silence no longer an enigma
As light of consciousness
Light that from within radiates
Unable to behold it’s luminescence
Save through mirrors in stillness sedate
Clear light shines upon meditative innocence
Moon beauteous softens the suns bright light
Making the source of light itself envious
For the sun lacks as yet inner sight
Of its own luminosity oblivious
Fish in the river feels thirsty
How then may we fulfil its longing
Koans and parables dislodge serenity
Thus deluded earth entity keeps on weeping
Ominous darkness under the light of a candle
Illusion having no independent existence
Yet shadows get on mind a handle
Urging light to pay penance
11-April-2021
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that breathes new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet show no movement readily,
the broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer upon layer endlessly, the waves
preclude all semblance of your face,
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
the sun and stars no energy can muster
to clarify your loveliness for me
as in the dusk your image flutters,
scattered and dispersed it seals your doom.
...dedicated to Hart Crane (1899-1932)
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that breathes new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet shows no movement readily,
no broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer on layer endlessly,
the waves preclude all semblance of your face,
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
and sun and stars no energy can gather
to clarify your loveliness for me.
Yet in the dusk your light still lingers,
lingers in my mind for evermore.
“Her smile as captivating as a blooming rose
her eyes as dating as it shames the bluebells petals of beaus
It seemed so opposed yet I wanted to foreclose
She was the luminescence of my interceptions
As a fluorescence, she came to me in my deceptions
Enriching up my conceptions,
Yet is that all that she makes me please?
A glorious image in repeat?
Something that seems to discreet
Yet, in my reminiscence called dreams, she’s always my receptance
Yet, never seems to befall in her own conceptions
But always pleases that luminescence that burns in my inceptions
A fire that burns in her right
However, dissolves in my sight”
Poetry gleamed in her starlit eyes.
She knew little of astrology
yet she could translate the stars
applying strange images
as if she saw what no one else did.
Together we would climb
to the crest of a rocky hill,
there she would relate
visions of crypto-beasts and
numinous beings
as if a great poem
was threading its way
through the eyes of a billion needles,
each one a gateway
to yet another starry insight.
Before she left this world
she pointed out
a distant shinning.
“Look”! She cried.
“See how that butterfly sips
the salt tears of that crocodile”?
I could not see it then,
but I do now.
• I AM LUMINESCENCE-
I stand in the dark
Yet it’s not dark
For I shine it’s Light
I am luminescence
And I am bright and lit up
10/11/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
From dark to light transfusing in a flash,
your silver-sequined mystery
that spawns new electricity,
it shines where none has shone before,
this trembling luminescence,
through waves refracted with your sheen
yet shows no movement readily,
the broken sea reveals your rippled hand.
Layer on layer endlessly,
the waves preclude all semblance of your face
and roll, so indeterminate their swell,
that light cannot quite penetrate the gloom;
and sun and stars no energy can gather
to clarify your loveliness for me;
yet in the dusk your light still lingers,
bright and undeniable.