I look back at my dad's radio
Shuffling through the channels
Cause the signal is too weak
But my dad will wait in awe
When the presenter starts off at the top of the hour
You'd see my dad fixed in his stool
Still to get to hear the nation address
The words of hope he hopes to hear
It's been many decades now but he's still keen
He's never wavered in what the country could be
And he's served it well
Like a true statesman, he put his family first
The radio brought together the whole village
It's where the hearts converged
And drummed all through the hour
Before the drums kept beating from a distance
That radio has seen the best of the years
From the regimes that got us out of houses to cheer on
To regimes that made it possible for kids to get an education
To the one who built futuristic roads
I bought him a new radio
But it doesn't sound like the old one
But he's eager to turn it on
And not miss the news
The PO£T
Bubbles confabulated,
Aquamarine rosary beads,
Steel-blue beams.
Americana scarecrow,
Cherry-red combine.
Lost Highway,
A road to the car dealership,
Back on the interstate.
Campanile, Brookings.
Brick courthouse, marriage license.
Curvy fairytales,
Gluten-free supper,
Phillips Diner.
Sioux Falls railroads,
Sewage floating in the river,
All in view—
On the Cliff Avenue hill,
Of the obsolete penitentiary.
Converged coalescence—
South Dakota State women win March Madness,
A retired federal chief district lesbian judge,
Her hands clapping in the stands of the Premier Center.
Seperate roads ever converged
Runways generousos in plentiful serge
Refining aligning elevated themes
Hit the strip with full sun beams
Spur impulsed gleaming freeway
Me at the wheel
The music YOU play
Refreshed revived with passionate fuel
Lust inexhaustible
We are unbeatable
Speedometer broken
Hearts in motion
Wheels rolling
Im still doting
Every word youve ever spoken
They all went in and we are clear
The starting line be right here
The taste lingers,
A thought conveys
Childhood at its best,
The idea hovers
The feelings engender
The deeply converged experiences in my chest!
I remember the fruit
The sugars divine,
The crusty pastry defined,
The shape of the slice,
The triangular trick
Exquisitely, to my observation, delicately refined!
Who wants a piece?
Who'd like a sniff?
Oh! What will it instill?
What elegant thought?
What instant delight,
Connects this taste to the smell of the fill?
A fleeting emotion,
A word of support,
Quickly surrounds the scene,
Of pine trees
And plum trees,
And muscadines hanging, clothed in a matchless sheen!
Murmuring melody mesmerises the dawn.
Colours, like disco lights, elegantly branch out.
Crows, sparrows, robins, and parrots camp on my lawn.
Between harp, lute, sitar, and guitar, there's a doubt.
Is there, amidst the clouds, a lava eruption?
A cloudburst brings, instead of water, hue embers.
Between gold clouds and silver skies, what a duction!
Thunder and lightning bring in untimely tremors.
Sunbeams, like uninvited guests, gleam the green leaves.
Streams and brooks carrying prisms flamboyantly flow.
Breeze brings sparkling stirs between the furls of wheat sheaves.
Hiding behind tentative dewdrops, sun dusts glow.
Gloom and gleam, like celestial mysteries, are merged.
Are heaven and earth, into a new cosmos, converged?
A stream of optimistic visions embalmed with vivid imagery,
Strength from mental energy kinetically dissolving fears,
Passions observed without words inner peace without mystery,
A sanctuary of hope where disbelief holds no ground here,
An anchor in times of need when shallow waters aren't what they seem,
Disillusioned by physical senses my soul is quite aware of what's authentic,
Imagery converged with empathy expresses the heart's path,
Emotions engage excitement from depression's wrath,
But my shield is a thought enshrined by wavering ideas,
Dreams are a birth a gift and a curse perception is key,
Deception is keen though I realize the rhythm of cycles,
The confusion of idols movement is vital life's an expression.
Silence gripped fear in a very dark room
As two hearts converged in the night's embrace.
One worn by time's relentless race,
The other seeking solace in its lonely space.
He envisioned a fleeting encounter, brief
Moments of passion, then sweet relief
Yet her tale whispered of biting grief
Her eyes held the weight of ancient belief.
In her voice, a whisper of sorrow's song
In her gaze, the world's old pains belong
With tender wounds and dreams forlorn
In the darkness, raw emotions were born.
What could have been mere fleeting trade
Became an entanglement, emotions swayed
Fantasy entwined with reality's braid
In the dark room where hearts were laid.
It is a tale known throughout the ages
Of how a hunter ventured into the woods
In search of a doe.
And not just any doe,
But rather the most beautiful,
Wild,
And graceful of them all.
A doe that strutted across the evergreen
on slender legs that held her frame
as whistling winds converged on the scene.
The hunter squatted,
Scouted,
Waited,
Scaling the woods for the scrapes and rubs
And when he discovered the bedding
And caught the first sight of her
Upon the mound,
The hunter reached to aim his gun
But found himself enamored,
Spellbound.
That trophy hunter,
Stalker,
deer murderer,
Felt his chest heave and from his forehead
Escaped the sweat
Of a man who found love at first sight.
For she was such marvel to behold
He feared that his bodily scent
would alert her sensitive nose,
That she would bound away
Far, far away as if on magical toes.
He held his breath
For all the years he hunted
None more elegant existed
in his wildlife land of does
In a vibrant forest green and alive,
Two trails met under the radiant sky.
With excitement, I thought to embrace the expanse,
Seeing each pathway as a wondrous dance.
One seemed well-worn, by many a foot,
Its direction clear, its purpose put.
The other, though traveled, offered surprise,
A mix of the known and the undisguised.
That day, neither path was chosen alone,
For I found a friend, and together we've grown.
Adventures we've shared, memories we keep,
The journey more joyful with company deep.
In future, when stories of past I recite,
With a smile, not a sigh, I'll recount that light:
When paths converged in that forest so grand,
Together we walked, hand in hand.
As the business's closure loomed in the distance,
Anxiety gripped me tightly, a relentless insistence.
Late-night thoughts birthed migraines, a sleepless affair,
The shop had been more than a store; it was friendships we'd share.
Evenings converged, weekends embraced at the store's cozy nook,
I couldn't fathom it all disappearing with a single closing book.
But for a moment, a glimmer of hope did appear,
In a friend, not just any, but a love sincere.
She'd been the beacon, the reason I'd smile,
I believed she'd support me through any trial.
A shoulder to lean on, a hand to wipe tears,
Oh, how mistaken I was, as my heart faced its fears.
The calls turned silent, like a fading star's light,
Texts arrived tardily, replies devoid of their usual might.
Answers grew brief, disinterest reared its head,
My heart ached profoundly, but faith I still spread.
Converged
Felt an instant connection
You, I, we recognize each other's souls.
Love for each other is unconditional.
A found fond spiritual love
Attunement eye contact so intense
Intense seems psychic like a telepathic
The connection feels empathic
Whether you experience empathy physically or cognitively
A found fond spiritual love
So destined we both, in turn, can give each other love and
So shall I encouragement when, what we need to most
Feeling so physically drawn to you
Connection feels empathic
We help each other grow, life and spiritual
Support each other biggest triggers in our lives
Choosing love instead in truth you show up divine
A found fond spiritual love
Timing synchronistic way
Intense and almost feeling psychic
Almost like a telepathic connection
Not at all toxic you can exchange a knowing
Look withal you’re blessed in
A found fond spiritual love
7/10/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
IMPULSIVE
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Just ignoring reality
two hesitant hearts are conserved.
Devotion claimed priority .
Lovers rolled rippled in romance.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Vibrant couple to dance and prance.
yielding yearnings to observe.
So ! Joint journey they deserved.
Emerald emotive urge surged.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Pearly passion and lust converged.
Yet fate can't permit unison.
Amour to mourne by cooing doves.
Separation draws conclusion.
Most the impulsive tales of love !
Some see a scrubby, stunted wood;
the pure heart sees a pond.
A vision cast into the could -
the gift to look beyond…
And though the plan has not converged
quite fully in my head,
I simply can’t resist the urge
to rend, uproot, and shred.
Reclaiming bits of Eden, I
clear out the brambled vines.
Creation and destruction, by
this, briefly are aligned.
Mormons converged on Great Salt Lake
To consecrate their Lord's mistake
But found they could float
As well as a boat
Though prayers looked more like patty-cake
Gloaming hast come to greet min once again
Thy scent must have faded in my mem’ry
Longin’ for the old days cloying-cold pain
A stolen gaze of serendipity
That one selcouth-soothing scent in my life
Wend extensively depth in my lone soul
Thy countenance set mine heart to ignite
This fate converged the dawn and eventide
Fugacious affection, short-lived romance
Eulogized the inscribed poems of the stars
But tree had to lose grip on foliage hand
To fall and kiss the ground and tree bear scar
The zephyr’s love turned to sourly-sweet breeze
Only thy morning dew scent sends me peace.
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