Frightening silence pervaded
Swelling of ground here and there
A tree adjacent the gate with a GHOSTLY stature
Unfurling a dark blanket by its broad canopy
Even birds don’t like to perch in the GODFORSAKEN place.
Except the bulging- eyed owl
A silent witness for GRIEF-STRICKEN hearts
The fibre art of GOSSAMER aglow in the sunlight
Floating gently like sailcloth
On the gates, they’re like murals of pinwheel flowers.
No gusts or downpours can annihilate it.
The gates are half-shut.
When they are fully opened,
Macabre music of GROANING erupts from the coarsened hinges.
Scent of geosmin from a freshly dug GRAVE
The tired soul along with the retired corpse
Comes again through the terminal gate.
I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes
The crowfeet despise, all were lies,
Conjured was an illusion of you
Throughout my groping confusion
evasive, flimsy
A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos
I was subjected to your derision
dissing me relentlessly
deriding my appearance,
disparaging my intellect
as I stumbled and fell into the abyss
Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance
My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched
An amazon no longer beats its drum
My buoyant nature now laden with coarsened shroud
Leaving a cardboard moon deprived of its shine
Stars like candles blown out one by one
No use waiting for the rising Sun
The end of world does come,
stopped spinning neath heavy ebon clouds
Expectations unreal
All zeal gone, listless is my spirit
along with my illumination
Now you see me
unmasked in raw anguish
I d
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jowls hang from endless
torment endured
like the drenched and cold, wounded hawk
taken flight, eagle-eyed, a warrioress
more determined and bold, traveling on
with unlimited range
and self-esteemed
This bird,
you
c
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o
t c h a n g e
Fragmented
Worn out
My veil has been stretched and torn at it seams
My face tells a story
Hardened by the damp and the cold
Embittered and coarsened by the wind
The heavy gusts blow me
To and fro
In a whirlwind
Stranded and distant
Solitary
Solitude
Solo
My hands shiver in the cold
The frostbite takes hold of me
My clothes have become tatty and battered
Dusted and covered in mud
My soul lives in a different realm
Beyond myself
My eyes and the soul concealed behind it
Is a façade
It shows a person and a soul
But it is merely an after-image
A ghost
A story
And a front
Sadly
My soul has long since been dead.
Time not only Yesterday changes
But Tomorrow rearranges,
The innocence of unborn babies tainting,
Their celebratory virgin spirit tilting:
A new-born able to screen from passers-by Its nudity
Faster than Adam did after his stupidity.
Time keeps obliging us with coarsened silk
While during us towards a Canaan of sour milk
We’d better we had a dietician justify
And the safety of Its consumption certify…
In the past it was
That Angels would be on Earth for a cause
partly to interact with Mortal Man
And whenever possible drink from his can
But chiefly God’s telegram hand him
Between the very clear and the a-bit-dim,
Fundamentally happy tidings
Or to, Embittered Hagar some bidding…
Then, God’s Seventh Heaven was a bit taller
Than the highest mountains with peaks duller,
Wherefore goose pimples from the heavens broke out,
When the already longish Babel still aimed to thrust out
The prelude to God’s multiplication of tongues
And unleashing of the confusion emanating from lungs.
O' poet
Writer of mystic
Mighty words
Ink in pen and mighty scripted
Coarsened remorse sadden author
Writes more and more and more
"Happy writing dear friend,
I wish you many more beautiful words.
God bless you"
Writer of mystic
Mighty words
Ink in pen and mighty scripted
Coarsened remorse sadden author
O' poet
6/26/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
words in bold by -REGINA RIDDLE
changing dawn to dusk
second hand eternal turning
nights of spirit, senseless knight
indescribable yet earthly yearning
night side world melts into glass
black sun rising at our core
stars as chandeliers in gloom
glinting dull on backlit shores
coarsened souls will rise
naive sunshine hides its rays
God's gift of sorrow to the world
hearts are built to break away
shivering in stillness
secrets hide in opaque jars
isolation masquerade
all alone in crowded bars
zazen tonic with a twist
one-act darkness for tonight
fruitful empty willing hand
struggles only lose the fight
as fairy glamour pierces night
humid air grows stale
breaking dawn and blue sky water
rescue from poor Jonah's whale.
How do I smile briefly, and turn my head,
Answer questions, make it light
When every mention fills limbs with dread
But I can’t descend to expose the fight
I’ve created a hardened, coarsened outer shell
That moved on quickly, barely cares
That faced the world, and shall not let dwell
The inside creature, who not well fares
The collapsing, sobbing, wailing woman inside me
Cleaves to the floor, pulls it close
And her clawing, fighting fingers wrench me
Begging for but a lighter dose
And her haggard hair spills about her bare neck
And tears left black tracks to her chin
And a torn, worn dress her bony shoulders, bedeck
And her wrists… oh she is so thin.
So the tempest calms and, quiet now, she lies
In the cavernous, bleak, echoing hall,
And you could look to the reflective surface of her eyes
As she’s wound in so tight a ball
For these eyes are repeated outside and in
Haunted with misery, aching
But unreachable is the outer shell’s twin
As one of them stirs, waiting.
Beneath the greening of the summerwarmed earth
Corruption proceeds in its slow work
Feeding the living on the fruits of its breakage
Of the form and substance of the dead...
From this, on clearest days
Is born that striving towards the warm golden light,
The reach of leaf, of wing, of coarsened coat,
Hairless face -
The upward, joyful swim through welcome heat
Flooding down upon us from the sun,
The fire that called this life forth from a stone.
She shines upon the boundless deeps,
Her light a song that rings upon the flesh, the fur,
The rock, the waters
Calling out the life to dance and die and dance again
The nearness of her sacred touch a gift
Granted here, for no reason, by the Infinite Mother -
This jewel in a wombfull of stars.