The World Approaches.
Swarming waves of cyclones swell to unfathomable heights, unfathomable depths,
Walls of sea and blasting winds tower like angered and frosty alps,
And I cower in its shadow,
Unable to decipher if I survive even the first crash of water,
The first crackle of thunder,
If I should step out of my quiet cave,
I wonder, would there be anywhere left to run,
Would I disintegrate in that quaking, burning sun,
Collapsed in its shadowy, unknowable force,
Crushed beyond the feeling of remorse,
Would I live in that fire, that razed hellscape,
Among lustrous gleam and sharp steel,
Prickled by nails and progress,
Pinched by paper and persona,
Flourishing and dying,
Reforming, reaching, and being torn away,
Flames licking the pages,
Flames lingering on our minds,
Flames watching from the walls,
Flames digging under our fingernails,
Flames placing money in hands,
Flames pulling bones and twisting lips,
Flames intertwined with us,
Burning through canvas,
Burning through pages, and pages,
‘The History of flames’ in flames,
The stage is staged,
The stage is set,
The World Approaches.
The days are coming
that will be daunting for all
hopelessness beckons.
____________________
Every day I thread my way
along high wire tightrope,
strung between:
promise and doubt;
resolve and quit;
hold on and fall off;
with a safety net set out below to catch me.
But, try as I must,
I can't get the hang of it.
I can't get to the other side,
without falling into the net.
The task is too taunting,
taut and daunting,
even when I use a balance pole.
So Here's the Rub!
Perchance to Dream!
Scrub the Net!
Ecstasy was never meant for me ~
‘Steady as she goes,’ stoically
RAIN
raging
relentless
I was a small girl
amid the violence
paralyzed by the bruised skies
“I was mesmerized by the force.”
[Clarity Pyramid, two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all)]
The gifts are bought and wrapped by now
So I don’t have to think
Of what to get until next year,
Though quicker than a wink
The months will pass and once again,
I’ll face that daunting task.
To wonder if I hate it, well,
You do not have to ask.
The holidays are special times
And give some folks a lift,
Except for all the stress involved
To find the perfect gift.
Thirty-five
and facing up to
having a
life lasting
disability can be
daunting, but with hope.
To live forever is a foolish theme:
Life holds meaning because it has an end.
Immortality is a daunting dream,
Death is not our enemy; it's our friend.
The young are eager to live forever,
assuming that time will retain their age.
But time passes, and dreams change; however;
youth's less receptive to truths at that stage.
Aging reveals the folly of such thoughts,
as fantasy and nonsensical stuff.
We're eternal souls, not soulless robots,
and faith holds that one lifetime is enough.
Through birth, we enter life by drawing breath:
and we exit, through a process called Death.
When the clouds are high up in shape. My mind is high up in resolutional escape. When the sun is overhead, the soles of my feet overheat.
The more I walk, the more the ground I track blazes up and the clouds roll in a mob like they are running a marathon.
Where are they going to?
Why am I still walking? Should I join them?
Is time on their side ? Is it on my side?
Is it on your side?
Time ain't on anyone's side.Do that which you ought to do in this second, for in the next the cloud would have shifted and changed it's shape.
very
scary
hairy
airy
wispy ghosts sporadically haunting
nothing has seemed as very daunting
sentences colors
purple pencils wrote paper
books covered in red
bleeding heart type
computer calculations
daunting papyrus
books covered in red
termites fed ate the paper
paper wrote a book
5/20/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
Shimmering sea, glimmering waves
Glistening waters, mirroring moon-glow
Beyond the beaches, coral lagoons
Mellow boroughs, dotting the shore
Rising sun, peaking through the sky
Day has arrived, ousting dark night
Merchant adventurers, sail forth to venture
The deep blue hue, revealed to the crew
Vast is its reach, and cool the salty breeze
Violent are its storms, and mighty its depths
Haunted by sirens, whose tunes take wing
Amid broken dreams, and forlorn hope
Morbid castaways, adrift or ashore
Gaze upon the horizon, dazed and confused
Perhaps they seek, an island of nymphs,
Just like Odysseus, or so they think
This is the sea, daunting and promising
Poseidon’s wonders, for all to see!
All rights released into Public Domain
"it still petrifies me,
even after so many attempts,
the daunting task,
of forgetting you..
of unlearning,
your voice,
your eyes,
your kisses,
your promises..
at first my heart revolts,
but it must be done..
so i hold on courageously,
and march along..
but to forget,
i must first remember..
so, i replay..
all the nights we shared,
and the sunrises we saw..
all the secrets we told,
and the promises we made..
only then i proceed,
to dismiss,
to erase,
to forget..
i retrace all the steps we walked
and i replace all the things you touched,
i bury all the gifts we exchanged ,
and burn all the poems you wrote..
only i must be penalized,
for being fantastically foolish..
you will be spared..
but abandoned..
much like a nasty half-truth..
i will not,
cry or yell or whimper,
but i will also,
no longer share,
the gift of,
my voice,
my smile,
my aura..
for you must learn too,
alongside me,
that the only way,
to not get hurt,
is by never getting,
TOO ATTACHED...
We spoke once of our ending life
But never thought of it more until we found
Haunting, daunting, flaunting around;
Shadows dancing before our eyes,
Laughing as they planned my demise.
Passing you with smiles, they settle upon me
Passing you un-subliminally
To kill me?
But the kiss they leave upon my cheek
Withers with a simple slither,
A mark of death? My knees grow wiltingly weak.
And the stupor of silence you speak of is amiss
In the daunting, dark abyss
We've heard of since we were children.
We’re frozen.
In the darkening clouds, before the darkening sun
We know it’s begun
When the raven cucaws behind us.
Who waves the flaming brand? I really think I know.
Arrayed with fiery arms, He puts on quite a show.
The artist of autumn, in a dazzling display
Of sweet gums, and red maples—takes our breath away.
Summer fades to fall, trees give up their green,
Transformed by master design, red, yellow, serene.
Peacocks fluff their feathers; mocking birds busily sing,
Formidable autumn is a daunting thing.
Chlorophyll gives way to radient carotene hues,
Bright with fall wardrobe, wearing color clues.
Clap your hands O beauty, sing into the wind.
Share boundless blessings, blushed in scarlet blend.
Heaven shouts approval; people show amaze,
At your brilliant garments, displaying coats ablaze.
Leaves parade golden in fall’s nippy breeze.
We are highly joyful—God does things like these!
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