crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile
pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed
thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues
heart softens atria, ventricles
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises
coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals
feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction
rooted into Earth mooted primordial
authentic estate mirthful immemorial
aligned connection very refined
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I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally August
I Am Valiant, I Am Gallant, I Am Robust
I Am a Lion Blooded, Eagle Minded Conqueror
In Total Freedom My Wings Flutter,
Solo Ponderer, I Soul Cypher the Great Mystery
Tramping these Legendary Victories,
Kindling the Spark Of Hope, Ignites the Phoenix Epitome
Golden Born, I Rise Like Joshua Over Jericho
Fortified like Iron Pillars, I Stand Tall
Where the Stars are Blazing, Suddenly Blazon, Suddenly Enthralled
The Shine is of Jubilance
I Am Shimmering in Luminance,
Ecstatic and Exuberant
I Am a Phosphorescence Of Exuberance,
I Am Enlivened by the Resuscitation of the Searing Blaze
I Am Alive, I Am Sublime, I Am Stoic in Archaic Faith,
Star Gleaming, I Am a Metric Ton of Glorious Gold
Blazing the Noble Path of the Eight Fold,
Belief, it's an Absolute Must
Full Speed Ahead, the Inner Fire Combusts
This Luminous Torch Within I Trust
Got me Soul Drifting Wanderlust
Walking in sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
the brambles cut deep savage the mind. Yet the bowl to be filled
the jam to be boiled the bread of hope to be flavourful,
the innocence of it all enhanced by the beauty of this place.
an arcing rainbow
blazon sky holds cotton clouds
wild tussocks frolic
The village shimmers in idyllic peace, the veil of eastern promise
chases the setting sun, bequeath a heavenly sequin blanket, to
lovingly cloak God’s very own. Life had not changed much
in the place, except some men returned leaving their memories
over yonder, while others stayed away their bones to lay within
‘Alien soil.’ ‘England expects.’ Et cetera!
striped bees’ pink clover
rich meadows so verdant wait
wild poppies stand tall
Alas the hurt does not diminish for those left behind, walking alone
in their beloved sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
where the sweetest words of love they shared together no more said
only the shadows the silhouettes and these moments truly blest.
dragonfly hunting
dandelion seeds gliding
wild wind song regaled
© Harry J Horsman 2022
A revamped free verse
We are mere mortals with an uncertain destiny
at the mercy of time and of fates that be
but dearest, I will remain forever true to thee
For it's you I will love, I avow this faithfully
I will hold you close unto my soft breast
press my warm lips to yours upon behest
croon thee to slumber when in need of rest
bathe you in the ocean's waves as they crest
Though death may blazon to me in the night
shackled, we shall remain in chains held tight
never will I be enticed away from your sight
nor will a grave ever become our dividing blight
No reaper's scythe shall keep you from me
from this heart of mine, you will never be free
as rooted fast in the Earth's richest soil, a tree
our hearts will be entwined for all eternity
First I saw you from afar;
My eyes burnt from your beauty;
Your imaged blazon like a star;
Within the blacken sight I choose thee;
You stood out so bless;
My heart beaten fast;
My eyes dilated;
My mouth salivated;
So a sweet chocolate delight;
Such a warm and sweet sugar you could be my wife;
Your love, lovely love, ooh oom I could just taste it!
7/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Fall flaunts, flashing her red, the blazon of the bold,
Waltzes and whirls in winsome triumph for a while...
Fash’nably fades, flamboyantly retreats in style,
Surrendering her gaudy garment to the cold.
October 3, 2020
Traipsing o'er rare daffodil dawn,
Honeysuckle trails a passage forlorn,
Passionate filters pacified carnation yon,
Shelter rose prickly poised stem-filled thorn.
Blues hover facing angry clouds,
Sunrise sprung anew yellows brighten,
Sunset made reds to blazon shade crowds,
Grey dusk looms whilst a stripped eve heighten.
Clouds brim its sky, made for a naked night,
A veiled moon and outstretched curtains its stars,
A lane of lovers unmoved by heavenly displayed slight,
Tempestuous intensity stifled lips, a slide of hands in cars.
Tinge portrait anew day rises pastel undeniably grants,
Tone sketches advent blending brightness a welcomed orb,
Moods suave expounds harmoniously, proffers vivid a chance,
Splendor in the air unaccountable of yesterdusk, breaths absorb.
2019 October 16
A warm Stormfront
temperature rising
hot wings at rest
blazing sun
9/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019©
At any proffered instant, implies love.
Love stays consistent midst souls synergy.
Offerings concerning depth, flights a dove.
Heightens promptly per blazon glittery,
Albatross compensation inwardly.
Avarice charms enlighten, not consume,
Lure some timeless, tempestuous heirloom.
Wherein, the victor and victim cite one,
Abreast wants, vies will and secure the Sun.
Yonder Moon slides past where love must be sprung,
Symptoms the seasons, love sheds age, e'er young.
Format: ababb, ccddee
Date: 08/16/2016
Silver blazon of Sahara sands scintillates me
Majesty of the Milky Way overwhelms me
and they all remind me of you
An autumn forest drenches in rain showers...
and the fantasy reminds me of you
A vista of multi chrome mural radiates...
and the harmony reminds me of you.
Quintessence of Monalisa mystifies me.
Silver blazon of Sahara sands scintillates me
Majesty of the Milky Way overwhelms me,
and they all remind me of you.
An autumn forest drenches in rain showers,
and the fantasy reminds me of you
A vista of multi chrome mural radiates,
and the harmony reminds me of you
I see the brightest star in the sky,
I hear the sweetest lyrical ballad
I feel the swaying cradle of love
I touch the luminous lotus in a lake,
and the peace reminds me of you.
Your sublime thoughts never go away
In the pristine crystal vase of my heart,
with dainty dew drops, I keep you fresh,
too alien in my world, too silent to speak.
too beautiful to touch your scarlet cheek
Every moment, your love and smile I miss.
As I breathe your air in ethereal reminisce,
Date written : 24th May 2019
The amethyst paeans of hyacinth
crest with a gust of butterflies
on the scent of orange blossoms
cascading to earth like snow flakes.
Blood-red geraniums blazon Spring's birth
not with a pulsing blare,
but the soundless blush
of love's ardent swoon.
Placid jade fronds drape,
acquiescing to silent bees
emerging from blond snapdragons
as euphoria of being exudes
from the garden's breathless murmur.
Our last night bleeds into the first
Your eyes still pierce the darkness deep within
That hides in child's embarrassment
The smile that blurs the perception of your face
Your touch so tender but makes me feel the all
Memories of the past blazon this torrid night
And as I gently hold myself
I pull the scent and sound inward
never to let go
Seconds fall into moments
And moments comfort woes
The days and years have deadened
but time is halted
here within my tears
The cruel beastly fire
Blazed the land of the earth,
Shattered many sinless lives,
And orphans they become everyday,
But they are yet to be motherless,
Since many more mothers in the planet
Earth are with them
With soothing hearts,
In dread and horror our children cry,
The heat blotted out their tears—their weeping,
An infernal wind it created in the abode of mankind,
Its ghastly look our children fear,
An impious havoc it inflicted upon them!
Their hearts cry, blazon severe pain,
Twisted many motherly hearts,
Who are not very far from them!
All agonized despaired children
Wanted some water to quench their thirst.
In fear, in the shadows of night
They fell asleep, no drinking water,
Nowhere, we hope in one morn they’ll wake up
With the heralds of triumph, with water to drink,
with smile in the lips and
Peace in many disquieted mothers’ hearts.
Dedicated to the children of Syria.
I am the axiomatic master of my fate; the King of Maxim state.
I sit on a throne of axions, maintaining discrete time symmetry to keep my line in place.
With ordained and sovereign rule, I rise to the dominion of my life’s decisions; even when they do not translate to my intentions.
Blazon insignias are inscribed by my position.
Posed by social status and affluence, alongside it a physical constitution.
Each of us having idiosyncrasies by means of paradox.
As if to say I'm right handed and made of left handed particles, with momentum opposite to intrinsic spin.
By what parity could this arise?
Alas a vast enigma, derived by the perceptions of body soul and mind.
At ease and at odds to forego and prevail.
In concert of my peers, I will unsheathe the Magnus Opus and uncover the vale.
The ignorance of our own empowerment that I overtly forswear, and so goes on the allegorical tale.
It’s given narrative defeated, torn to tatters by The Sword of Gale.
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