Best Waling Poems
MIND BLOWER –
JOURNAL XIII
Dreams can be weird
crazy. True.
But a totally
senseless dream can
disorient you,
Befuddle your first
waking minutes.
Like, this wildness
has lasted so long
into sleep
As to literally
infect the waking
awareness.
One must now
examine, carefully,
one’s daily
routine to
regain sanity.
Brushing teeth – you
are an artist
painter
cleaning The
Waling Wall.
Putting on your
clothes – you
imagine you’re
laying on
skin.
You step into the
kitchen gingerly –
you might
be atop a high
precipice.
Fortunately the
first cup of coffee
brings you
back – it
looks muddy, but
tastes o.k.
In the last few I
determine to pinch
myself
awake.
Sanity is very dear.
Alzheimer’s could be
near.
Categories:
waling, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
shoes untied, hair uncombed
waling the streets so all alone
tatted clothes ransack house
eating out trash cans day N night
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
has a cold, twenty-four with a runny nose
stands on a corner everyone disowns ya
no place to go, no one goes by him
he poses sitting on old cardboard boxes
watching the people go by in buses
HE IS HOMELESS
BUT HE HAS GOT JESUS
HOMELESS
AND ALTHOUGH HE IS A MESS HE IS STILL BLESS, HE IS JUST
HOMELESS
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
not fit to live but fit to give
you go by him and ya hearing
you hear him talkin to himself
murmuring passages sounds like scriptures to me
and why oh, why is he so happy
and why oh, why is he so happy
Lord God why or why is he so happy
(HUSH......................there is a pause in this song a stillness
wait for it
wait
résumé???)
HOMELESS
not fit to live but fit to give
you go by him and ya hearing
you hear him talkin to himself
murmuring passages sounds like scriptures to me
and why oh, why is he so happy
and why oh, why is he so happy
Lord God why or why is he so happy
no! family none than admit to be his
no job no wants to employ him Well!!
not even a place to say shelter's keeps him hid or telling he they're full
tattered clothes undeserved
tooth's in decay why is he so happy pains everywhere
why does he sing and shout (a loud)
why where does his joy come from
HE IS HOMELESS
BUT HE HAS GOT JESUS
HOMELESS
AND ALTHOUGH HE IS A MESS HE IS STILL BLESS, HE IS JUST
HOMELESS
OH NO! HE'S NOT ASHAMED
NO ONE IS TO BLAME JUST. . . HE'S JUST
HOMELESS
HE HAS God's grace and this is sufficient for him
Written Words by James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian
Arranged music by The Corinthian
July 3 2007(c)
From Anthology "Something To Sing Praises"2007(c)
Categories:
waling, america, analogy, caregiving, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A beauteous smile,
dazzling,luminous
teeth. Tingling my senses.
Allured in your land of lotus filled kisses.
Angelic cherry blossoms,oriental popes,
and the waling- waling sprouted in your
being.
Your ravishing radiance surreptitiously
stimulating my intentions. Time itself has paused
for a glance of your enticing presents. An ageless
Strelitzia Reginae,twinkling with sunlight,under
a diamond water fall. A delicate,classy,comely sight.
A beauty framed in eternal splendor guarded by
natures hypnosis.
My breath briefly captured by
rays of beauty deployed by
your insurmountable embrace.
Awestruck by your strike of WOW!!!
Categories:
waling, love, visionary, beauty, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Where there is a petty imitation
There'll be pests, posters of sensation
Grouping of hesitations
Complaints to order, servings of hallucinations
There'll be soap-box amatory slander
About walking coat-hangers slender
It ain't working girl, it's a waling green guile
By his friend in business uptown a mile
By his wife who paints her mirror image
Shades against her daughter's non-marriage
Her tea drained in company of photo albums
Of good old days of bottomless bums
And motherly mums and wives' tales true
But the fashionable unreasonable is turning blue
All the codified glory of yesterday's innocent shame
Now he's not got a gamut of trust in a game
He calls out to his dog, his faith, his fellow
"Round up the gambits and youths in yellow,
'cause I can't move from my comfortable stump."
But his companion is old, stands to wearily slump
Back to the ground to emphasize to his master
That's four legs or two there'll be no muster
Just a dusty breeze of his wooden-coat happening
As diamonds were coal, the rough is hardening
Like a baby can't talk, but it knows what it wants
No you can't understand it, you guess as it taunts
Your patience and moral, your air of knowledge
That you've blown so big you need no tutelage
So you sit and you moan, you grumble and point
You don't dance no more as it'll gnaw each joint
Like you grind your teeth as the heartily speak
As the laughing weak working each day of the week
It's hard but they know it won't last forever
'cause cursing your bread will put you in the gutter
Now that's something you could never understand
Just as your father's father both bit and fed the hand
Now you sit pious in a dynasty out of your control
You had to spread it thin to bank each and every toll
So rest you ill and tainted soul, the blind see more
The deaf hear more, as the mute speak ancient lore
Rewritten as it were to be - a changing people's democracy
An evolution from your pollution and non-decency
A smile for a smile not an eye for an eye
And you'll cry and you'll cry when death strolls in to buy
Your soul at less then half you thought it worth
And bury you down inside the cold, cold earth.
Categories:
waling, business, life, politicalcry, smile,
Form:
Couplet
I know your face,
Your familiar eyes,
You pass by my window,
Each morning rise.
Your weary bones,
Covered by clothes soaked from last night's cries.
Each time I wanted to say hello,
And ask if things are fine,
But your sadness,
Hidden by your brittle hair,
Makes me forget my line.
Through thin walls,
I hear your silent fragility,
And the monster who comes late at night,
Who takes advantage of your vulnerability.
My heart bellows,
Your painful yelps echoes,
Yet still I lay in bed,
So many sorrows running through my head.
I feel your stare,
Your window eyes,
Each morning rise.
Ashamed of the clothes I'm in,
Which hide my pain within,
I hoped each day.
You might have something to say,
But I guess someone like me,
Even a hello,
Just cannot be.
With just these walls between us,
I press my hand upon,
I would call your name if I knew,
To get me out of this dungeon,
From the monster who imprisons me.
Will my reaching tears,
Be loud enough to hear?
A waling siren woke me,
I peer through the window and see,
A linen covered stretcher rolls pass,
And I dared not to ask,
Have I waited too long?
And heard your final song.
I walk out and to my surprise,
Glancing at me are those same eyes,
As they take you away,
I felt you had something to say,
But no words could leave your shivering lips,
Like a ghost ship,
Abandoned long ago,
An empty vessel,
Drained of life,
Just a shell of a battered wife.
Categories:
waling, abuse,
Form:
Narrative
Kiev in the shadow of early spring
Winds off the lake lands and
Reinvented again...
Something of a new dream, new
And improved like magic with
The waves of a hand just like
Tribal spirits breathing the
Breathe of new life...
I am now redeemed...
Waling the river’s edge and
Feeling love for the first time
In my life...
My heart is at peace with it's
Self-tonight...
Kiev in the shadow of moonlight
And the cool, cool early April
Air...
Cosmic forces have ushered
In good favors as Jupiter
Enters Aries again...
Climbing the stairs to the
High bridge and looking
Down into the dark waters
There...the poet begins again
Oh reinvented again like
Something out of a dream
Just like a fade breathing
Deep the spirit of life...I am
Now redeemed and once
Again, the poet begins
Again!
Categories:
waling, dream, feelings, peace,
Form:
Free verse
And the instrument is an inanimate object
Until its soul is blown into it
And you hear its waling lamentation
Our false sense of subjectivity
Is life's main source of trepidation
And hence we should achieve unity
Unity with divination
And be consumed by the light of fire
Burned in desire by the fire of light
Pick into your brain
Go insane
Call on the four archangels
Bring Michael to quench your thirst
But the baptism of fire is all that is quenching
Summon Raphael to heal the gaping head wound
But his healing salts only engender its growth
Tell Azrael to remove breath out of this instrument
But death is not annihilation, not riddance of subjectivity
Bring Gabriel,
Let him reveal
Bring God's seal
And I will unveil what I conceal
Bring Him nearer to me than my spirit
So that I may feel the fire
The fire of desire
Intimate love felt at the heart
The spirited organ of the fleshy part
As the four leave us
And the world is put on hold
My ears muted, my eyes blinded
And my will becomes His
Categories:
waling, religion, fire, fire,
Form:
Free verse
Birth is obviously not when life gets its start
For long before, this baby already had a beating heart
They had their tiny little fingers and even smaller littler toes
But of this simple fact society acts like no one really knows
Birth is simply God's Way of unveiling
As that innocent little child comes out waling
Yet this is not the true beginning but the continuation
Something so unrealized by this sick and lost nation
Just knowing that one out of five children will not survive
For they will be slaughtered fully aware and certainly alive
Yet so many will just stand by not willing to even bat an eye
Oh that life begins at birth is such a wicked and evil lie
So while in one room she is celebrated and born
In the next one over he is mutilated with each and every limb torn
Yes birth can be such an amazing and wonderful joy
But it was at conception that God created both that little girl and boy
Categories:
waling, birth, confusion, life,
Form:
Rhyme
As i stood at the brink of things
I saw some old some new
Memories
Ushering across
Like a albatross flying along the horizon
Gazing at the tiny earth
Not to be held just
To be felt.
Some passed overhead at majestic heights
Which had weaved my patience at once
My soul once.
Some went past leaving a waling,
Grunting me
Standing on the sea shore ,
On a stormy noon.
The sun with it's ever watchful eyes,
Consoled me.
"Because it's imperative to stand each time you fall."
The forever endeavoured warmth was this.
The tsunami appeared but
Made it a point to stand tall
Each time i fall.
Marched ahead to meet someone special,
Whose smile revisited me every instant
Invoking and involving me
With heart over head
I took a prancing leap forward
Gazing at these memories
With glittering eyes
I took the Crux of me forward
Into the unknown,
Leaving to meet again
For changes
Some pursued
Some sudden,
tranquility unravels.
Categories:
waling, remembrance day,
Form:
Free verse
Sowing a seed to make me bleed
Fear is a laden earthen farmer
Dirty is the solemn stain path
Filthy plummet plans of wrath
You break in me a spirit charmer
Sowing seeds of destructive aftermath
Winds of fear slowing ongoing
Sowing a seed you make me bleed, scored
Dirty filthy fear tiptoes bestowing
Demon fellow you plant in me discord
Like a waling wrestler ongoing, elbowing
Fear farmer you’re a liar help us Lord
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Categories:
waling, analogy, farm, fear, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
It's her...
She walks along
While the melody of his favorite song
Plays on and on in her head
Waling alone it then
Begins all over again
It's enough to bring her down to her knees
Knowing that tonight it's him she still don't get to please
There's someone else sharing all his dreams
So, for now, blocking her from him, there is a wall
But she hangs on through it all
It's her...
She is the one who is lift standing there with her screams
She showed him how, for him, she wears her heart on her sleeve
Hanging there all it does is bleed
With all her emotions inside
From what sensations overwhelms her all this she cannot hide
Along with their moments and memories that were captured, yet never lost, in time
This tells her that their love will never be stalled
So she hangs on through it all
It's her...
For even when she don't feel it, must be strong
Even if the need and want for him, to some, are perceived as wrong
For her, all she knows is it feels so right
Every time she closes her eyes, he is there in her sights
Seeing his face so clearly
Looking into his eyes so deeply
She can feel his breath upon her body
But she still stands tall even if at times she feels like falling down to crawl
She hangs on through it all
It's her...
That hopes that one day she can fly so high
Above the clouds and touch the sky
She is tired of being the one who always cries
From the sweet pain of love she longs to be free
And have him there with her endlessly
She realized we are all only as weak as we see
All ourselves to be
So no matter what it takes
Or how her heart may break
And end if and when she does fall
It's her...
That knows how much she still deeply loved him after all
Categories:
waling, angst, devotion, hope, lost
Form:
Romanticism
I saw you waling down the halls
Acting like you owned them all
I hated you
We were through
Simply because your mother did not approve
I blamed you
I was stupid.
You avoided me
I had on and off feelings about you
You were all I could see
Your friends came to me with words of rumored death
I din't know if it was true
I knew what I had to do
After all, I do and always will love you.
Categories:
waling, beautiful, sad love,
Form:
Rhyme
As I find myself inside my mind;
I am dreaming of the waters;
I find myself in the skies falling down, dreaming I'd hit the bottoms;
But through it all, I know that you're holding me;
Lord, God I know you are Holding me
Lord, Jesus you are, you're Holding, holding, holding me;
As I am waling down the alleys and the streets of life;
Your whispering in my eyes, it will be, everything's all right;
I find myself stepping off the curb, as a truck races by;
I can't imagine why, I cry, why I am falling toward him as he's speeds by
My, my, my, my, my God Lord, God I know you are Holding me
Lord, Jesus you are, you're Holding, holding, holding me;
Lord, God I know you are Holding me
Lord, Jesus you are, you're Holding, holding, holding me;
On the roof tops
on the mountains sides;
I won't stop until you walk on by;
I'm gonna embrace you and trust you Lord
Lord you hold my hand, help me to understand;
Show me the way so that I can't fail, I need you I want you and I thank you so;
I thank you for. . .
Lord, Jesus you are, you're Holding, holding, holding me;
Lord, God I know you are Holding me
Lord, Jesus you are, you're Holding, holding, holding me;
My God, Lord Jesus I thank you for always. . .
Holding me, Holding me,
for Holding me
Written words & Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr.
October 15 2016
Categories:
waling, assonance, celebration, cheer up,
Form:
Lyric
I am running this race
This race in my life (trying to save my life...)
I am running being too being in to much denial about all this tension
And did I mention, did I mention
The pains and strife
I have a lesson
I have a plan
Beginning with my Lord and Savior
Now I understand
I must talk with Him
and I must walk with Him
Always, Oh, always
Must let God have 1st place,
Oh, I, I must let God have 1st place
I will run but I can't hide
Gonna take God by my side
Run on and on run We'll be first place
He'll be first place
Oh, I, I must let God have 1st place
In my life. . .
As I'm running
I must be first cause I know
I am running I must be first cause I know
I've been so hurt
Lost in the dirt and I'm tired of being last
Now I'm come from behind and I got God by my side
Gonna run on, gonna win as I'm running away from sin
Now I understand
Given the Lord God good strides
Faithful was joyous even smiled
I am running being to much in been in to much of denial bout all this tension pain and stifle
In my life now I got lesson I got a plan
Did I mention now I understand
I must talk with Him walk with Him on the glorious streets of gold
Hold HIs hand, I'm holding God's hand
I must talk with Him
Must finish what He begins...
Waling with Him always now, wow
Continuing this running this race
Until I see His face now I know
And I understand I must tell Him
That I must let God have 1st place in my life
On this side I must let God be 1st place in my life, my life
On this side and onto eternity must let
God be 1st place in my life
I must talk with Him
and I must walk with Him
Always, Oh, always
Must let God have 1st place,
Oh, I, I must let God have 1st place
I will run but I can't hide
Gonna take God by my side
Run on and on run We'll be first place
He'll be first place
Oh, I, I must let God have 1st place
In my life. . .
August 24 2016
written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. & Carmen Lee Brown Lee
Arranged music by
The Corinthian (TM) & James Edward Lee Sr.
from the anthology "Purpose"
Categories:
waling, appreciation, blessing, confidence, faith,
Form:
Free verse
waling and
yelling at
the top
of his
voice
Ahab
stabbing
the air with
a harpoon says
that
whale
is a dick
Categories:
waling, muse,
Form: