Best Variances Poems
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.
We are born into the world of Diversity
A school every mortal must pass through; it is the “Way of Life” University
To graduate with a noble degree from this institution
One cannot afford to live a life of isolation
The Creator made them in his image different shades of black and white
Truly they are all a wonder to behold and a sheer delight
In hills, valleys, forests, islands and deserts can they be found
From wherever they are, up above they see the same sea of cloud
Christianity, Islam, Buddhism and Paganism to mention a few
Some of man’s attempt to know the creator, to know what is true
These bring some form of order into our world
They are like several streams of water flowing into the same sea; diverse paths to the same god
Royalty, Technocrats, Aristocrats and Bourgeois
Working Class, Artisans, Unlearned and Paupers
These are classes of people in mankind’s social hierarchy
They must all strive to coexist in harmony; lest there be great anarchy
In our dressing, dance, norms and inventions we see the differences
As we interact with other cultures, we observe the variances
Over time, we tend to develop feelings of indifference, superiority or inferiority
In all of this diversity, we all breathe the same air; this binds us in unity
Was it from North, clear and cold,
or South, dark and threatening rain,
from East which drives the fishes deep,
or fair West to bring them back again?
From whim of mystic forces
or differential heating giving rise
to local pressure variances
moving air between our skies?
The lightest zephyr may have
brought us together
yet not even a hurricane
can tear us apart.
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A tribute to the Anemoi
1/1/2015
bereavement, celebration, confusion, dream, faith, hope, love
I would like to think I am a Wonderer?!?!? ©
I would like to be a wonderer, but I am not---
But need you by my side for heart’s sake and love!
I would like to think independently, but I am not---
But I need you to reassure me that your heart is in love!
I would like to think I am unselfish, but I am not---
But, I need to be fulfilled forever by your unselfish love!
I like to think I am unabashed with unhappiness, but I am not---
But, brightness of the sunshine brought on is all for one’s love!
I like to think I am but saddened, but I am not---
But, gray clouds today are like the loss of ‘once’ more in love!
I like to think I am sweetly content, but I am not---
But, each day without satisfaction, is not to be in love!
I like to think upon a season’s changing is my fault, but I am not---
But, my quests for answers fit ‘another’s’ quest for the sake of earthly love!
I like to think I am like the weather, but I am not---
But, these ‘odd fellow’ variances’, I am told are an ‘odd couple; when not in love!
I close my eyes to all the despair and worldly strife...
I sit and rock in my little rocking chair; ear buds tightly inserted like a life saving prosthetic...
I let the world rush by as I immerse myself into my last refuge...
The bass and treble... The mids and highs... The soft variances, to the percussive booms...
The timeless lyrics jet me back to where my days were longer, and things made more sense...
It was a time when my entire identity was the music... My entire being... My reason for living...
With the passing of that infernal notion we know as time, priorities have changed.
Life got very serious and stoic, but the music remained... A constant in an ever evolving world...
It is not merely an escape... It is a vehicle of transportation; transcending time and beauty...
Dismissing the harshness of reality, and launching you into a sublime world of cosmic vibrations...
What else can evoke such emotion as a lonely cello? The strings cry as they touch your very essence.
A happy melody of your youth instantly forces a smile; and you can ride the notes of a symphony like a galloping horse through endless, summer plains...
You may remove my eyes... You may cripple me, and take away everything I hold dear...
The music will always remain; if only an echo in my vacant mind...
The book of torts is the new manual for life
The law is king and
The government must always be praised
Efficient and effective parliaments
Are measured by legislative prowess
As laws multiply
So does government success
They believe only in themselves
So all is good and that is best
When friendship and cohesion should be encouraged
Suspicion and accusation is codified
In a world where the static reality of a regulation
Cannot account for the variances of human interaction
We have laws that stymie individuality
Rights are temperamental
Democracy is multi-faceted
Today we are afraid of terror
So we legislate against the man
Not facing us in the mirror
The misdemeanors of a selfish few
Act as a rod to beat compliance from all
The law that was a reaction
To a particular person’s misdemeanors
Applies to everyone
Even those with less sin
Blinded by rhetoric
We believe that wrongs that are topical fads
Must be legally deterred
Irrespective of the goad we pass on to
The inheritors of our short sightedness
The net of authority captures indiscriminately
The cry of unfairness would be too late
When we are forced to be reactive
After the seductive romance
Of our legislators’ public consultation is over
And we get laws that bite ferociously
Government popularity is the aim
Phantom enemies are created
So they can be legally slain
By a government that
Sends liberty down the drain
Vote wisely if you wish to have a say
Or take whatever bolshie government
That does not understand fair play
It seems to be an ongoing epoch,
With the trials of humanity.
Where peaceful days are short-lived,
While chaos expands for clarity.
There are so many divisions to separate,
One can only wonder what's left to unite.
Since the multitude of minds and bodies,
Rarely agree on what's wrong or right.
As I search my memory and history, my question
Asks if we've ever known a lasting peace.
Because it seems, whether for God or country,
A conflict arises, and they never cease!
As mankind spread beyond the horizon,
Like global nomads riding the four winds.
Its diverse seeds were planted to cultivate,
Where new beliefs and culture wouldn't rescind.
Our nature is curious and exploratory,
Occasionally crossing boundaries and new land.
And ultimately, we would cross paths with others,
So different that we couldn't understand.
Here different cultures might interact briefly,
Yet history has shown that before long, there's a fight.
Since a lack of understanding and tolerance,
Promoted fear that would last through the night
Early on, variances of culture and religion,
Might have fueled the excuses that saw fit...
To bare arms against a neighbor or new enemy,
And then absorb those new lands to now sit.
Now in recent times our history is simplified,
As political motives and resources become real.
Where the strength or weakness of combatants,
May be measured more by volumes of steel.
While the God's may be motivating some players,
Humanity can only wonder if peace can lead.
Because the question of how much will satisfy,
Those with power and what appears to be greed.
Can the global community survive,
Through this economy of hatred and war?
Or will we police ourselves to sustain and realize,
Learning a lasting peace, like never before.
Hard work in every assembly line
Innovation as thought makes the difference
Judges balance variances in dispose of new substance
As many credits as given yet many needs to repair
What happened on the way and why we are here
Freezing cold and sleepless nights from evolving dreams
Rejoices tender as gather searching in another well being
Swings future fire on the sky rebuild its pieces revolve one us
I
am
sad
when
folks'
biases
surface
Why
must
folks
deride
peoples'
cultural
variances?
I used to have a house guest
And he never helps me get
Things arranged, didn't clean
Up behind his mess
of hopelessness, depressions, variances and stifles
Live before up on a shelf
Didn't care about others nor anyone else
Didn't have a previous address
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
He had to go
Depression left and he didn't close the door
I am not sad now, I am glad wow
And the pains of sorrow are left outside
I'm a better person now that I've kicked him to the curb
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Hurt, loss non compassion is out the door
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Git your sad sack non glad rags git'em packed and go on out the door
Hurts, pains poverty skeleton remains none of that lives here anymore
Wrath, strive, confused life none of that lives here anymore
Depression, obsessions, confusion, rebellion none of that lives here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out, get out, get out, stay out in Jesus name none of them lives here anymore
No amount of monies, no honey or cute little baby bunnies
Can let me house you as guest here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out , get out get out, stay out in Jesus name
None of them live here anymore
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " Open Up Your Heart" & "Strong Faith"
04/12/2011
Waves keep cycling around
ebbing in turquoise blue seas
its ripples are teasing me
Waves do swim fathoms deep,
then return to navy blue crisp tips:
pearls of white foam are smiling back at me
Ships are daily passing on and by the seas;
of blue watery blue roads which are like fluid land bridges
All to countries sought; then at ports are delightful scenes
A different world is in and upon the wavy seas
A fate of water, winds and variances are seen
Onboard ship's decks are drinks of a salty rum mix
Tales of exaggerated pirate legends are often told of old;
of independent bands and various venturous clans
Ships sailing on wave fuel; of air breezes and manned oar tools
I am of the brown persuasion
I am golden
Tan I am
a man a woman
I am King
I am queen
I am the color of the sun
I am energy fortunate am
I whom
I am needed
I am not of the land
I am from the sky
I Trans Am my hair Woolen
I am bright in the light
though! My skin is darkening
Who. whose am I
I am he who is a king
I am queen
various persuasion
very issues
in spite I am of radiance
I am light
I am the only nationality race
That's been named by my European brothers
What gives them the right
Many names have I
Darkness
Colored
Black
Afro-American
African American
Melatonin I am
America you name us not
I know who and whose I am
Melatonin
Not who you say I am
You can't rename me...
every 10 years through the Census Bureau
I am a king
I am not darky, colored, black, Afro-American,
God knows my I mean I don't you want to talk to you again African American my people case of Middle Class amnesia I am not a black persuasion I am not the color of the shoe I am melatonin with radiant and divinity and variances of brown tan crimson beige you I am melatonin I am a king and a child of God so his name that you deem on me every 10 years for the Census Bureau America that's not my name I am melatonin and God knows my name
Melatonin man woman God knows your name
Most times people just see them as yucky,
or other times they might just have the key
to the Butterfly Dragonfly dressed blues
East Asia, the oriental choo choo's.
Mind you that this one pulls more D less B,
it bears a light-scattering property,
affects the wing's color variances,
trends from blue to gold, most curiousness.
Although, they hold their born pigmentation
a wingspan iridescent blue-liken.
Spots on their hindwings I.D. their sexes,
patterned wings I.D. their partners, no ex's.
Diet be flyers, mosquitoes, preferred.
Mountains, and forest, but wetlands, favored.
Mother Earth
We all share this green planet we call earth
We all have been here since our date of birth
We all are guests on this planet we call home
We all are given this gift we neglect to atone
She gives us the air we breathe to sustain all of life’s continuance
She gives us the sky above, shelter from abysmal space imminence
She gives us variances in all of her terrains, many places and wonders
She gives us stability beneath our feet to grow, explore and wander
We rape all of her resources and consume them at will
We have been doing this for years, and continue this still
We pollute all her air, her lakes, her rivers and her streams
We live at the precipice of disaster, yet do nothing it seems
I am in awe of her beauty, her resilience, her strength
I am aware of all the damage that we all inflict at length
I am consumed with the fear, all we love and cherish may come to an end
I am confused that we, her guests on this planet, are not a better friend
Ask yourself this question, what can I, just one person do to help, to save
Ask yourself, have I been one of many that have consumed the all she gave
Ask yourself, have I been a true friend to her lands, a true human being
Ask yourself, do I take personal responsibility for all I have been seeing
Mother Earth, my deepest apologies
Muted my mouth open I yell, I Scream, & Shout;
-My ears are closed my mind is filled with doubt;
Emotions variances clouded judgment at naught;
Clarity's beholden it juggernauts;
And where do I stand while I'm falling;
And what do I listened to as I'm crawling;
Covid are the breathe that breathes not;
Lost are those souls that repented not;
7/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020