Line of inquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Believe one’s bliss is happiest in youth?
A squeaky-clean parchment with true blue eyes.
A selfishness, of seeking perk, in truth,
Circles the moon at pubescent sunrise.
Yet, surrounded by dark, although there’s stars,
The eyes wizened in pain and confusion.
Insides begin to look at clouds’ tear jars.
Thunders true love, is it an illusion?
The letting go; let spots of wisdom grow.
Portends rainbow, halo of rain; a sigh.
Let go umbrella’s twirl; accept rain’s glow.
Floating in space, like embryos, on high.
Couples, like twins, in water’s depth, don’t drown.
In selflessness, they’ve found a blissful crown.
for Darkside Of Aquarius Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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darkness rides out of brimstones flames,
upon wild horses numbering four,
bringing forth the horrors of their war,
the golden path all theirs to exploit and claim.
the promises rode in chariots of fears,
as the archer shot his arrows of ills and pain,
so man cried with a flood of acid tears,
burning his lost soul-strangled in a binding chain.
poison rained down on the angel's land,
as man's sins grow from embryos,
the dragon breathes his lustful demand,
from his mountain top-high plateau.
from the east-a cooling wind will blow,
and a lotus will grow out of the burning sands,
thus starting a change inside the embryo,
casting all from the darkness covering the angels' lands.
the dragon's breath will hold no fear,
when you open the recesses of your mind,
the wizard becomes the inner seer,
as you listen to the silence-and the kind.
darkness strength weakens as it heals,
when you turn the ancient-wheels.
UTERO HOLDER OF LIFE
Reddish brown hue
Holder of life
So easy to view
Beautiful
Mother’s hold held, life spoil
She stands tall, fertile
Legs sequoia
Woman mother of man
Releasing’s life’s blood
Eggs embryos
Down her limbs
Nurturer, mother of world
Red river life flows through
The womb monthly flows
Utero holder of life
9/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
"from LIFE DISCERN Anthology "
People are like rivers.
The river water is the same everywhere
But every river is narrow
In some places it's fast current
Some places is wide
Some is slow in water flow
In some places the river water is clear
In some places the river water is turbid
In some places the water is cold
In some places the water is warm
The same goes with people
Human beings are embryos
With various human characteristics
Sometimes people show its humanity
Sometimes people show its inhumanity
He often behaves, unrecognizable
But in fact it's all in him.
My Words
Miracle Man
1/13/2025
This writers thoughts
are word embryos waiting to be delivered.
Born as a whisper, they’re nourished
by sight, voice, or as ink on a sheet of paper.
Some have long lives, while others stagnate,
having served no purpose beyond occupying
this writer’s time.
The Holy Land neath hammer blows -
is this what Jesus prophesied:
when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes
the sightless see a suicide;
when thousands fall like dominoes
the blind deny it’s homicide;
when women fry in thermal throes
the gents reject it’s femicide
when rockets slaughter embryos
the fools forget it’s feticide
when children die and decompose
the dullards doubt infanticide;
when bodies burn with afterglows
no one concedes it’s genocide.
Whichever way the west wind blows
leaves morals dangling, crucified…
All Earth's sacred tribes
From seeds
to nuts
and eggs
and embryos
and guts
Organically start sacred life
as faithful panentheists
Receiving nutritional manna
from MotherSky's
Gaian healthcare
wealth of heaven.
Master
spoke before
creation began
Crafting seeds to birth each plan,
Including the universe and little Man.
Walnut seeds sprout trees and embryos sprout you and me
In our Master’s grand design, He seeded us free will to love or not.
Crafted by the Masters’ Man are ideas which will bless well or serve us ill.
Plant your ideas by the Living Waters and let them grow and thrive
Bless your neighbors as yourself in good soil what you plant
Avoiding seeds of tares and forbidden fruit
That health and joy shall flourish
Body and soul fed
The Master
Well-served.
Wow!
Spring is
coming soon.
Returning birds
will fill up new nests.
Sleeping buds will awake;
small curled embryos growing-
waiting to stage their grand debuts.
Bare limbs will morph into leafy greens.
With cheers, we too will spring and feel reborn!
perhaps it is artistic
to employ metaphors
as a seductive tease
leaving the door ajar
for multiple sequels
conjured by thoughts
in an imperfect realm
stained by feral forms
feeding off innocence
exploitation the norm
flame of love reveals
truth without mirrors
truth is unapologetic
and so inconvenient
objects within dreams
prefer not to recognise
simplicity of what is
visible only in silence
light pays not homage
to imagined darkness
love employs no force
thus love and light wait
for as long as it takes
till all embryos awake
The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a sultry slumber
the embryos of covert premonitions...
the long view
We, humans, live to kill; we murder something every day
Take breakfast.
we eat birds’ embryos by the millions
And eat the milk the calf should have for a healthy life
And the mother ends up in a hamburger
Potatoes scream in pain when peeled and cooked in fat
Carrots pulled up by its root are in agony
The same goes for sweet tomatoes that bleed white blood
When cut in half for your salad.
We poison insects over farmland, a fog of poisonous gasses
To make tired soil produce more.
Even the beloved pet, the dog, is not spared; we shower them with misplaced love, doing, make them cling and behave unnaturally.
We ignore the obvious, all life is capable of pain; what are
For us to do is to eat ourselves cooked or fried.
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Carried by the storks of autumn,
furried charges scattered 'round;
buried by the squirrels that brought 'em
underneath the leaf strewn ground.
The antecedents tall and stately
reach as if to praise the clouds
as leaves like feathers drop sedately -
their fingers stitch a quilted shroud.
Brothers-sisters, hither-yon;
the embryos, both nature's feast
and children of a spring day dawn.
While through Earth's breast their roots release
to start anew a truth foretold,
new life will sprout among the old.
written April 14, 2020
inspired by John Lawless's Last Acorn contest (not entered)
(mixed meter)
The frenzied city far away
Abandoned for a calmer day
Now relish Devon’s autumn hues
That gild the trees and tint the views
Blissful hours beside the river
A sudden gust; the branches quiver
A seedpod falls to float downstream
Borne by the water keen and clean
Perhaps to reach a distant sea
Via wooded banks and verdant lee
But soon to meet its voyage’s end
As stranded at the river’s bend
There to set its tender roots
At springtime force its own green shoots
And so its destiny, not sea
But to become a towering tree
To flourish where the river flows
And shed in turn its embryos
That spiral downwards to the flow
Along the current fast and slow
Ever reaching for the sky
As seasons of the year pass by
Thriving on the river’s bank
With others of its sylvan rank
The spreading canopy now shades
The springtime flowers in woodland glades
Thus Nature’s cycle is assured
And river gazers never bored
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