girl hate back
backwords she can't gavel
above her the beast
hateful of beauty in arrival
to learn the day
to burn the way
opened eye must, alone
become a sacrifice
not to a throne she bevels
his edge lower and unaware
the liberty of private war
she alas will declare
this and thou
is how we leave the tombs
handled over too many ways
and consumed
succumb to my fate
walk towards the water
be not less, be not with me
Categories:
bevels, abuse, age, america, body,
Form: Free verse
As a condor soars.
It radiates beyond cure.
Passion at its core.
Vibrant, vitally pure.
Enchanting romance
Laughing in the rain
We talked about jazz,
And of hurricanes.
A liquid sunshine smile.
A butterfly as we dance.
Azure fire in her eyes.
Sparks of desire from her hands.
Bevels with contours.
Wild yet demure.
This Aura she wore
Is Primal Allure.
Categories:
bevels, love, romance,
Form: Quatrain
“The torrent of trying time takes away
the debris of decayed dreams”- Quote by poet
In your squishy hug my fervent arms delicately turn
into the embrace of my heart’s enchanted urn,
set the lingering longing latent deep within
to sail in the sea of depthless desire keen.
In my ardent sea the waves roll to beguile,
spread the shining pristine pearls of your smile
with the mesmeric lattice of moon-rays entwined,
its sparkle splashes on my enticed emotion illumined.
In my fervor your sensuous shadow exudes grace,
the duality decays to oneness in fusing embrace.
When the ebb of toiling time takes you away,
in my heart eternally embellished you stay.
My feeble aspiration to capture the rainbow
to weave the tapestry of life with spectral glow,
turns into the self-destructive obsessive condition
that fails to dispel the dream-fringed cloud of illusion.
Shredded by the splitting bevels of the slashing strife,
fragile fragments of failure I feel sliced from my life,
spread on untraveled path to the rainbow frayed,
that lies dismantled in debris of dreams decayed.
Categories:
bevels, dream, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
on tip of a wisp
as it bevels and bloats
streamlined scribbles etching a note
upturned waves collapsing
in cotton bobs
greys and embers mating a mistake
ethereal tendril veins knitting patters undone
phoenix fogs missed mist
of almost pink
Categories:
bevels, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Amidst the pleasure
Amidst treasures
Amidst the praise;
Amidst constant measures;
Amid compass bevels;
For as on the level;
Amidst the praise;
Amidst straight forward;
Amongst being amazed and adorn;
Forthwith being reborn;
Amidst the praise;
For as birth from a loving God;
Hallehuia;
Amidst the plane of forgiven, saved by grace
Again halleluiah;
Amidst the praise;
Amidst the praise;
Halleluiah;
6/15/20
written words by James Edward Sr.©2020
From Anthology " GOD YOU ARE MORE THAN A SONG "
Categories:
bevels, analogy, confidence, devotion,
Form: Lyric
Slaves bind the rind and grind the porcine mind to a fine dust,
on the killing line, tools rust,
their shine left behind and our curly tailed brethren ascend to a time where the weather is fine ,
a constant sublime,
an unfurlment of the gaian divine,
ecstatic sequences sing to the night as biomechanisms swerve to harness the light..
rely not on sight but on the abolition of blight ,
keep it lit like a torch, avoid pork and veganise on the porch
lurch past the church and plant a score of yew trees and find the ease of the consciousness that lies within all of these felons and melons and rise up to heaven to join the eleven.
Asteroids slither thru bevels, and a blankness blankets their trails
as the evolution on earth slows to the pace of a snail
Categories:
bevels, food, sorry, time,
Form: ABC
Sweet Home
From the tense of turbulence you profer comfort,
from the tests of time you offer abode,
Will all the fortresses of home refer incline?
Will all the fortitudes of hope adversity sublime?
The ocean of pleasure thou are; forever will I clamour instill,
The mission of leisure sweet amass; forever will I welcome still.
Dotting the lines of succour through the poets' quill-pen,
Blotting the limbs of honour through the Equerrian quince.
The enclave of birth and nurture to the dwell enclose,
The conclave of might and culture to the bells entwine.
Entrenched in shelter from rain and sun concomitant undo,
Embellished in sceptres from ornaments to unravel the feud's undue.
As the elements of Architecture are singing beautitudes,
The velvets of bevels are clinking tambourines.
As the culverts of artefacts are mincing soirees,
The valance of bevies are ringing solarium.
In May you lay in mash of holy velds,
And in June will Juno return amidst.
Oh God of mercy grant us the grace of lair,
When the solace of sauna breeds comfort of sweet home.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Categories:
bevels, passionsweet, sweet,
Form: Rhyme
Fresh dust
bevels the
stagnant rot
of complacency
hollowing out
better purpose.
Are we
the imaginings
of seraphic
spirits and
demons rivaling
the majesty
of living?
When plumbing
the shaft
of consciousness,
linear thought
corrupts with
persistence the
notion of
time elements
folding membranes
with complicity
most jaunty
without regard
to infinity
within each
daring creation
etched firm
upon clay.
Categories:
bevels, imagination, mystery
Form: Free verse
I refuse to think of these days as melancholy.
The “s” has been missing on my keyboard for about a year now,
and in that year I have felt great pleasure, surmounted
great obstacles, and have wrangled
and tormented over false outcomes;
the delusory greener grass.
Yet these are the days I am to discover all of this.
I am to walk out of the cage and stand back, turning around to gaze
at the various compartments of my Blue Ribbon Wrangle Box:
The hinges, pulleys, ropes, splices,
bevels, strapping, horns, buzzers, clocks, and radios
that have encumbered and ran its chaotic push towards
A function built and conceived by man.
I am outside of it now
And I dare threaten to call these days
melancholy just because I miss all my meaningless gauges.
At yet I still stand at the doorstep,
in the silent light where Luminosity begins,
the saddest place of all. It's here
that I find attainment in one direction and attachment in the other.
My Blue Ribbon Wrangle Box haloes
from the white glow of a hidden crescent moon.
Categories:
bevels, philosophyblue,
Form: Free verse