Best Refound Poems
The Colours of Happy
I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet
I see the beauty
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint
I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces
Finger painting
or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
Beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow
My flavors are sweet like jello
Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
when others are slow
Wrapping amazing
with a platinum bow
Let me paint you
a different kinda blue
bright skied Technicolor
the perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
do what you want to do
Choices many
don't settle for so few
I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
it will help a lot
Choose exciting
a life that's red hot
Forget Generic
there is more to be got
Let others choose boring
what I offer
can't be store bought
I'll hand you a brush
we can cover more ground
flower squirting
big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
that joyful sound
Multi colored
me and you
Unconventional freedom bound
our happy can astound!
What was lost
its been refound
Time to open these eyes
happy colors surround
You too can see
just have to look around!
In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer’s day.
Come, come, my love, and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around.
Lost summer's love, can be refound.
We’ll seek the violets where they hide,
The daffodil’s winter abide.
The tiny snowbells showing through
Are proof enough love can renew.
Triumphantly, one bright spring day
The blossoms as a love bouquet
Will cheer a winter near dried heart.
Just so, a true love can restart.
won a no. 1 in Brian's contest
Ravens swarm
above a railroaded manly path
I walk
With downriver pilgrims
through mortal silenced wilderness,
away from more dogmatic savagery
Deadly, I fear,
chattering
clattering
flapping righteous wings
roosting crones
stalking,
inviting history's dry splattered bones
to continue back
toward forward
And so continue
with othered chatter
now fluttering and twittering
off right
on to left
cawing barren winter trees
warning mystery's clawing concern
Not urgent
yet relentlessly hungry
Poignant memories
for eyes to see
ears to hear,
not follow
But walk along side
then back away,
leaping invisible borders
noted by naked trees,
silent witnesses
of paternal journey's ravenous flight
Now squawking
stalking right side
and behind,
encouraging hubris to continue on
oil-spilled tracks
But not too far
for they have a place to show
much like rook voices sound
rushing early spring's awakening brook
Streaming water chattering against rock,
fat rain too loud dropping
on scolding cold tin roof
shelter.
Rain comes
enjoying refound sounds
here to witness this black river
of clatter chatter
purifying ironed tracks
Ahead now,
growing
crowing across shivering river
through grey winter woodland
Raucous spell toward quiet left
pause to swell again
like summer's nighttime crickets.
Crowded ravens regather
to cautiously
silently
suspiciously roost behind me,
watching
What trauma will pass
from upriver,
uptrack,
up desolate time's revolution
hunting haunting mystery
Not urgent
aching dull memories
of starving othered bones
for breaking richer
deeper
quieter upriver fragile times
Pausing stormy visions
fleet fluttered reminders,
then off again
Flying right winged journeys
leaving left behind
to embitter
railroad walking mine.
The elapsing of the year gets almost everyone busy,
listing things to do and not to;
What to leave out or cross over with
Recreating the disfigured concepts of one's entity,
Refilling the unfilled rows and columns of a mystery,
It is like a bridge paradoxically unseen in the natural,
A bridge which, others cross over unconsciously, Like people in the North Sentinel Island, the Pintupi Aboriginals;
They're undisturbed with technical, social or economical changes.
The beginning of a year, is like taking a long-light trip
through a hall with appeasing leeways
Getting lost and refound in the process
Through this travel each one has precepts to follow
The exit way is either an achievement or a lesson
Each day is a cross over,
Each night is a ride which takes everyone to past,
present or future events
Each morning is a recreation
To reconstruct the fragmentary initiative.
A happy and reproductive 2018 to the poetry members.
:)
Senses untamed,
spaces to reign
Bodies that die,
spirits to fly
By length or by width,
time is a myth
Dimension aground,
essence refound
Eyes looking forward,
eyes looking back
Eyes looking inward,
soul reattached
All that was spoken,
providence sings
Grand sublimation,
—last bell to ring
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Out of the cold of depression;
Into the spring of hope.
Coursing by way of incession,
Slowly learning to cope.
No longer I wait for tomorrow;
Screaming and pleading a truce.
Gone are the valleys of sorrow,
In the mountains I refound my youth.
Have you heard..."In the beginning..."
Yes...a few times...what of it...
Ever think that very few starts are different...
Sounds...good...think it can keep you reading...
After a while...I wonder...if boredom sets in...
In thinking that how many stories...look the same...
They start with the same feel...can they carry you...
You know...hook you...like fishing...
Good start is hard to find...let alone set the story...
Then what how do they end...a fairy tail ending...
A adventure...ending in a win...a love refound...
How about the old girl meets boy...
Easy start..."In the beginning..."
But the end of it all is what it is all about...
alienated and separated has become society
disenfranchised and distant are now the state of families
all of those systems designed to make us feel connected
have fallen short and now we feel rejected
we're just a bunch of numbers and no one even knows our names
we're just a group of digits and that's a darn shame
but we're more than pieces of silver for we do have hearts
for we are the blessed children of the Lord Of Lords, Our God
and it's only in the church where we've kept our sanity
for out in the world it's just total anarchy
we're more than just objects to be used and misused
we're more than just bodies who by our bosses are being abused
dehumanized and desensitized is how we've been treated by the status quo
but we are treasures in the eyes of the God we all love and know
God loves us and it's time we loved ourselves
Jesus loves us and died to give us an eternal wealth
yet people are more concerned with amassing monetary hordes
no compassion for each other and no love for the Lord
we need to seek the word of God with a desire to be changed
for now is the time for our spirits to be rearranged
no longer to take each other for granted but to treat each other with respect
to see ourselves as more than pieces of silver as more than just objects
to be like that woman who lost her coin and diligently searched until it was traced
and then to rejoice upon finding it for her treasure was now fully replaced
to diligently seek the treasure that is the word of God
and then to apply it directly to our hearts
to comprehend the true value of our fellow sisters and brothers
and come to understand that we need to treasure one another
for at some point in life you will need someone's support
for life is like a basketball game you need a team on the court
10 pieces of silver, Stella had a house party
a single coin restored, a parable about rediscovery
for whatever it is in life that you feel that you have lost
just take it to Jesus and lay it on the cross
let Jesus restore it, let your treasure be refound
let God reform you and place you on higher ground
to look high and look low for that which has been misplaced
to seek that treasure of the spirit, God's saving grace
and once it's restored to rejoice and celebrate
Stella had a house party upon the restoration of her faith
Something inside of me
Has come in between me
It has set me free
Severed my heart from my soul
My mind's embellished reprocess
I am better now
I am in no longer doubt
With the power from on high
I am revisited, I am chosen
I am refound, remoted
Remade I am now no longer a servant nor slave
I am King of Mine Domain
Amen
12/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Fritter and waste
toiled in haste
My life was stuck on fast forward
Outa my mind...
Couldn't rewind
Even as my life raced toward
The cliff just there
Beyond the glare
Of life puddles, spilled not poured
Out of the noise
Echoed a voice
A distant life where serenity soared
"Cash it all in"
Again!... Again!
"This life begs a price your peace can't afford"
We found the boy
Bursting with joy
Singing of life, gently measured not harshly scored
We walk the ledge
Peace from a pledge
life is lived now, clarity of charity restored
The life I dreamed
Whispered not screamed
Promises refound resound, communion with my Lord
In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer's day.
A day when flowers bloomed in pride
And brightened up the country-side.
The trees encased in green array,
Whispered "The easy times will stay".
But loveliest of days don't last ,
Too soon the verdant beauty's past
And with our lives and loves in pain,
We doubt the lushness comes again.
Come, come, my love and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll around.
Lost summer's love can be refound.
We'll seek the violets where they hide,
The daffodil's winter abide.
The tiny snowbells showing through,
Are proof enough love can renew.
Triumphantly, one bright spring day,
The blossoms as a love bouquet
Will cheer a winter near dried heart.
Just so a true love can restart.
I once had a love
In an ill-spent youth
And a child born
In innocent faith
Though fear and fate
Chased love away
My heart stayed true
For a daughter's father
And life, as it will
Brought changes and years
Another daughter born
To another absent father
By chance and circumstance
And trials so many
A first love was refound
And a family formed
Yet in years ahead
Though happy were we
My soul mate was lost again
To his own weakness
A drink too many
And hearts were fractured
Til we were again three
Daughters to a mother alone
And yet a mother's heart
Needs only the child's love
To find such strength
As to keep her faith
And maybe to teach her children
A truth she has realized
There are lessons we learn
And lessons we live.
Capital means head,
whether healthy or swollen.
That leading toward healthy wealth place
and pace.
Capital is where my head is at today.
Capitalism may be where my competing head has turned
while social and natural eco-capital
could become where our cooperative hearts evolve,
revolve,
resolve,
resound,
rebound,
refound,
reconnect
inter-religion.
Hearts, like minds,
are bicameral,
with bilateral arms and legs,
eyes and ears,
and even nostrils,
are bipartisan
sensually stereophonic
stretching dance to rhythmic sound.
Capital grows where my Either v Or deductive head works out Win or Lose
and revolves more therapeutically
where my BothCrown AndRoot in-between heart plays out
and in,
up and down,
diastatic through stasis,
regenerative then degenerative,
love before fear
of ego-loss,
to re-ingenerate again.
We can throw our capitalistic arms against each other
yet we all breathe and beat
this same cooperative capital
wu wei,
MidWay
Yang with Yin
Win anthropological + Win ecological.
equivalently anthro-eco
bicamerally logical
neuropsychological wealthy
mind+body health.
A Mississippi back road
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down
Perdition, destruction,
—damnation refound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
IT WAS FIRST WORD OF MOUTH
WE HEARD SOME RAMBLINGS
ON THE RADIO
THEY SPOKE OF THINGS
IN WORDS THAT
ALL COULD UNDERSTAND
WE THOUGHT IT THROUGH
AND REFUSED WHAT WE HEARD
THEIR ARE MORE OPPOTUNITIES
FOR GROWTH AND BETTERMENT
IT IS MADE FOR US TO GAIN
A GREATER UNDERSTANDING
THROUGHT THE NETWORKING
THESE PEOPLE EMPLOY
THE POTENTAIL FOR TALENT
AQUISITION MEANS
WORK FOR THOSE WHO HAVE LOST
THE POTENTAIL TALENT
THESE POTENTIAL TALENTS THEN
MAKE THEIR PRESENCE FELT
AMONG THEIR NEW COMRADS
WORKING TOGETHER
THROUGH THE STORMS OF REFOUND VALUE
THE NEWNESS OF BEING TOGETHER
THE DESIRE TO LISTED APART
OR ABOVE
THAT HIS AFORDS FOR BEING BEST
MIGHT NEVER BE IN VAIN
THAT HIS MERE PRESENCE
SIGNALS THE BEGANNING
OF A NEW ERA
THAT THOSE WHO DISPSIE HIM
MIGHT ALLY WITH HIM
AND THOSE WHO LOVE HIM MIGHT EQUAL HIM TO GAIN
VICTORY ( OR DEFEAT)
CONTESTED AND DEFINED
BEST ABOVE ALL ELSE