Tight stretched skin, not unlike leather parchment
Adorned with scars and burns and such carvings
Among the colors, red ink's enrichment
Envelops a file cabinet's burnings
Advice from the mental advisory
Suggests that all these thoughts be locked away
In filing in forgotten drawery
To the night is left burdens of the day
Where were they all put, these things once forgot?
Within the belly of the hungry fire
Sift the ashes in its wake, all for naught
Unabated, flames climb ever higher
Once-was engulfed, still the fire spreads untamed
Lost memories, the cost of ink unnamed
Categories:
burnings, abuse, depression, fire, introspection,
Form: Sonnet
This masterpiece a work of art, an affront to all my senses.
Tombstones of the dreams I've killed have built up my defenses.
Still further blurred the years I've learned to hate all we've become.
This world is curbed to round the heard the ignorant and dumb.
Though loving smiles cradle me through burnings of the ages.
And comfort warms so readily, yet still the war it rages.
Categories:
burnings, life,
Form: Rhyme
wholesale butchery
burnings beheadings slaughter
~ cheers slogans parades
Categories:
burnings, celebration, death, violence,
Form: Senryu
Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone
Breathless sun, full of grace, cascades
Over the moments, in soaring shades
Vibrant hues reviving growing yearnings,
Kissing away darkness’ deepest burnings
Categories:
burnings, feelings, love, marriage, passion,
Form: Verse
I am lost without God's grace.
As cocaine makes drug addicts happy,
As war satisfies the appetite of an army,
As meta-sensualism quenches the burnings of a nymphomaniac,
God's grace is the codeine for my soul.
I cannot do without it.
I will seek God's grace every day until it ferries me to eternity.
Categories:
burnings, christian, faith,
Form: Free verse
Four years ago on this very day
the Democrats and their proxy media stooges
cried “the election was stolen!”
and “we need to impeach Trump!”
Today the same apparatchiks
and oligarchs and media fawned and gushed
over a corrupt senile swamp rat
and propagandised his coronation.
And all the while Granpa Joe
spoke of unity and of healing a divided nation
and called out “political extremists,
white supremists, domestic terrorism”
Meaning evil Trump supporters,
not BLM or Antifa, just you Trump supporters.
Slow Joe thinks you are all racists
and fascists who need reprogramming.
And so the great purge begins
and woke authoritarian censorship done under
the cloak of moral righteousness
to silence all you “insurrectionists”.
I felt sick watching the old eunuch
with his hand on his bible swearing allegiance
to heal and govern for all Americans.
Real America knows that ain’t so!
Beware the Orwellian deep state,
be afraid of your government more than ever.
The Great Reset is upon us and…
the digital book burnings have begun.
Goebbels would be so proud!
Written: January 2021
Categories:
burnings, america, political,
Form: Political Verse
Social issues affects many people from all walks of life.
A nation of destruction from past to present days from addictions, excess bank fees, church burnings and shootings, Covid 19, human trafficking, famine,, food shortages, childhood traumas, mental illness, no affordable housing, homelessness are the results of causes and effects of social issues beyond one’s control.
Categories:
burnings, africa, america, corruption, depression,
Form: Bio
April wood anenomes
Latticed branches high above
Gold pink orange swaying
Crows caw bees hum galore
Distant foxhounds baying
April wood anenomes
Tattooed black line etchings
Charcoal burnings do reek
I sense bluebells waiting
Grass still, under boughs creak
April wood anenomes
Fronded petals caress
Darting the fervid Thrush
Breezes sweet flow coolly
Creation waits; a rush.'
Categories:
burnings, beauty, creation, senses,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
full of embraces
I was a hug and you a cover
Preceding and proceeding a squeeze
Shouldering
Body temperature exploding
Rising temps
Incorporate consists
Lust rails relentless
I crave inducement, yet in containment
We unlock our embracement
Nothing but our eyes eye are spurning
Must stop burnings
3/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
burnings, adventure, analogy, lust,
Form: Rhyme
They simply had one Ministry of Truth
for news.
No others allowed.
Wake up, it's happening here!
They found a group to paint, as the
source of all evil.
Stores were closed, windows smashed
of hated businesses.
Book burnings? Now we have Social
Media churnings!
One group, blamed for Society's Fall.
They don't sport a yellow star, yet.
But AOC wants enlightenment camps.
She, the new Fourth Reich Squad Vamp.
Think it can't happen again?
It's already in progress here, my friend!
~THOSE WHO FORGET THE PAST,
ARE DOOMED TO REPEAT IT~
We are already well on our way to establish
Auschwitz tomorrow!
VOA was shut off due to your new Resident
in DC!
There is space now for a patriot's sorrow.
We no longer have a valid Constitution.
Just one party who seeks pain and
illegal, unjustified retribution!
1/24/2021
~5~
Categories:
burnings, america,
Form: Verse
The Sunset Was a Mirror
David J Walker
The sunset was a mirror
Simply reflecting the path
Already traveled
There was no looking back without
Looking forward
There was no looking forward without
Seeing the past in the silhouette highlights
Of Peak-End revisions of delight
*
My Peak-End revisions of life
Sift the shaft from the
sugar-coated yearnings
The sweet to my vision
the shaft to the burnings
Rearranging the rubble into
a bright shining lie about
Who
Was
I ?
*
Starlight
Star bright
The first star I see in
Second sight
Becomes my guiding star
Tonight
*
Some days I
carry the everyday weariness
With me unwilling to lay
My burdens down for fear
Of losing them as the
Trophies of my dissolution
Categories:
burnings, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Eirene, Greek’s Goddess of Peace, is watching the earth closely.
Twenty-twenty
A year the earth needs more love and unity since 1918.
They are so divided! She tells the other Goddesses. What else can
I do for them?
Let’s merge the angels, the spirit guides, the power animals. Let’s call everybody.
Mars, Roman’s God of War, heard their plan, and knew he had to destroy it.
He had been enjoying the pandemic, the marches, the riots, burnings and divisiveness.
So he enlisted the help of others who were on his side, and they decided to kidnap
Eirene and her followers, and lock them up for as long as it took to completely destroy
the love people on earth had for each other.
But first, they had to burn up California, for he had just begun that quest, and his pyromaniac
side could not tear itself away from those wild fires.
In the meantime, Eirene was warned of his plan, and clued in the Amazon Women.
I hope he comes, they said. We will be waiting.
Categories:
burnings, mythology,
Form: Prose Poetry
From heaven fell a shooting star,
As stars are apt to do—
They burn as suns, and brightly so,
Until their burnings through.
But the heavens are diminished
For the stars that fall away—
Imagine how the dark would fail
Should the stars decide to stay!
Categories:
burnings, hope, light, metaphor, star,
Form: Quatrain
For this last poem I choose "I don't know?" and "baptism" since this is old, and that I found that survived the burnings. I no longer write like this, but this last one is more towards my slant like Robert Creeley.
love via negative
it is rumored
in my mind that
i smell the roses
of your eyes, that
i blindly read the wrinkled
braille of your thighs, but
i cannot speak
expressively of
your feet,
and hands and
so must dance
and clap in
instictive
musical
memory.
when i
to you
face
face to
face, to
say, how
can i
say, how
i can't
love
you. then,
well maybe
then, you
will know
how much
i do
Categories:
burnings, baptism,
Form: I do not know?
For the next three poems I choose "I don't know?" and "baptism" since these are old poems that I found that survived the burnings. I no longer write like this, but the last of the three is more my slant towards Robert Creeley.
pairs of praying hands, perched
upon flowers, unfold and take
to flight as butterflies.
streams applaud in passing,
dashing water upon rock,
the sound of no hands clapping.
pebble splashing ripples
echo claustrophobic feelings
of the ceilingless room.
in the sunset, rows of reeds,
standing in standing
ovation, fade and fuse into oneness.
and there you are,
a barefooted ballerina
caught in kinetic
storm sway hip gyrations,
dancing a top a music box
of mud.
Categories:
burnings, baptism,
Form: I do not know?
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