Endowments Poems

Long Thin Blade of Weariness

Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in 
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although it be hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others 
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt 
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?  
2024

Deciduous Time

Oh how I rue this deciduous time;
relentless in it’s passing year by year
while robbing memories we hold so dear,
and shedding yonker that was once our prime.
Through time we plod this monumental climb;
the cliffs of life we grapple fighting fear
while ever facing time’s relentless jeer
as youth is spent on chasing dreams sublime.

And yet we’ve heard it said that as we age 
we gain more wisdom with each passing phase,
endowments mastered as life’s dream pursues.
But still with passing time the battles rage,
and loss of youth we shed as hopes abrase.
Deciduous time this aging poet rues.


September 3, 2025

Blessings

The ocean of the almighty has swept me in,
Each battle of existence I easily win;
Needs of health, wealth, fame, fortune, and endowments met,
My life, like the rhythm of the cosmos, is set...!

I feel as though Buddha, the truly enlightened,
I enter a state of nirvana, unfrightened; 
Likes and dislikes, like twigs in falls, are now withered,
Divine grace, like daily bread, per need, delivered...!

I seek him in truth; eat his body; drink his blood; 
His life flows in me, like the waters of a flood;
I am meek and humble of heart to uphold him,
My joy, like a pitcher near wells, fills to the brim...!

His body was broken, and blood was shed; for me,
His grace makes me, here on earth, his kingdom to see;
There's no involution, but evolution now,
Christ is my life; in him I live; to him I bow...!

Forest

Flora and fauna of birds, beasts, microbes, soils, atmospheres,
Should only these contribute to the forest components?
Height and densities of trees and plants, and their thriving years...
Aren't silver, gold, diamonds, and gems woodland endowments?

Who cares much for herbs and shrubs where tiny insects abide?
Flies, bees, frogs, rodents, bats, and rats playfully hide and seek.
Ants, crickets, grasshoppers, centipedes, and millipedes hide
Behind grass, leaves, and mud to escape threats as they are weak.

With animals, vegetation, and evergreen landscapes
Air to breathe, food, medicines, wood, and fodder they provide
Forests reduce pollutants in air, water, sound, and space.
Protect humans from floods, droughts, soil erosion, and landslides.

Though like a student in primary school, I might recite
Abiding midst a forest is a venturous delight.

Break the Mirror

       Crystal lures light like our lives conscious 
       Mortality sends a spectrum refracted
       Other side rainbow radiates rambunctious
       Eternally by ethics our arc's impacted


       Physical excursion learns penultimate aim 
       Sheltering fellows primes soul fulfilled 
       Surreptitious assistance dismisses all fame 
       Caring colours granted greatest guild
       
    
       Continued life after quick earth fraction 
       Thrives free of friction or ailments
       Citizens immortal link a rainbow sanctum
       Embrace death's ever endowments
       




        8th March 2023

       Written for Contest: 
       Break the Mirror
       Sponsor: 
       Unseeking Seeker

Blessedness

The ocean of the almighty has swept me in,
Each battle of existence I easily win;
Needs of health, wealth, fame, fortune, and endowments met,
My life, like the rhythm of the cosmos, is set...!

I feel as though Buddha, the truly enlightened,
I enter a state of nirvana, unfrightened; 
Likes and dislikes, like twigs in falls, are now withered,
Divine grace, like daily bread, per need, delivered...!

I seek him in truth; eat his body; drink his blood; 
His life flows in me, like the waters of a flood;
I am meek and humble of heart to uphold him,
My joy, like a pitcher near wells, fills to the brim...!

His body was broken, and blood was shed; for me,
His grace makes me, here on earth, his kingdom to see;
There's no involution, but evolution now,
Christ is my life; in him I live; to him I bow...!


30 January 2023

Elixir of Life

"Precious water--the elixir of life,
yet we still its sources with blase' knife."

A town in the desert awaits rescue from thirst.
Water supply gone, result of a twenty-year drought
               that's worsening
Gifts from nature are for us to revere
They have life spans and deserve our care
               yet we abuse
Industry pours poison into streams, ending them.
Discarded plastics suffocate the oceans
               Fresh air--words
Forests burning or drowning
Wildlife and sea creatures are dying
               we're killing
Mother Nature gave hints; now she is yelling
We didn't listen when she told us
               she was in peril
Her endowments will last forever, we tell ourselves
Start visualizing chasing tumbleweeds, languishing
               in a cactus shade

January 17,2023
for "Quote This" poetry contest
by Rick Parise

Nature's Treasures

Nature's Treasures


                      She sees their crowns had impressively grown
                      Taller than the obelisk now merely ancient stone
                      Deepest green like emeralds set on her mystic ring
                      Forever cognizant and nurtured by a life-giving spring

                      A gentle presence caresses leaves fervently breathing
                      Reaching toward heaven imbibing celestial blessing
                      Over her heart a talisman deciphers cryptic rune
                      Trees are endowments from beyond the moon
                     
                       Without trees and grasses fostered by a star...
                       Planet Earth may inevitably mirror God of War!






                ***This is an expanded version of the previously posted 
                      poem Cognizant Gems, now with a different title, 
                      "Nature's Treasures"***





10/25/2022
6:20 P.M.
Aboard Rhapsody of the Seas
Limassol, Cyprus

Shark-Thropists

*Image of Philanthropist by Pixabay.

Shark-Thropists

Loan Shark
treacherous jeopardous
sponging laundering doctoring
endowments championships extortioner shylock
fundraising equilibrating compensating
charitable magnanimous
Philanthropist

2022 August 13

Help Me,Love

I am a distant Island 
At the far end of the land
You revere its cold breeze in the day
And long for its warmth at night 
So far away, you could only imagine 
You know its origin and its potential 
As it knows yours
This Island thinks;
It thinks of you in the day, at night and every time between 
And wants that of you too.

Engulf yourself in its awe
And long for it forever 
A longing of Love
The sea beneath its feet 
Thus sways its sands, its leg around 
Its needs you with him
To help stand firm
Lest it’s exhume by the ocean 
This sea is shy;
It is shy of your empathetic heart
It is shy of your conviction,
your radiant face, your endowments.
It knows not how not to offend you 
Nor how to transpose love upon you
or how to please you.
 
Do come guide this island 
For it needs you by its side to withstand the ocean currents 
It needs you that you become another Island beside 
That you create with him other Islands
 And hold more firmly against the ocean 
It needs you 
That you help it
In obeying its Lord,
God,Allah 
Together you enter the Eternal bliss
Of thine Lord Allah in Jannah.

Whistle

WHISTLE!

In this very fraction of second
you showed me how you would end.
huh....! Am short of words
to tell what has happened!

With unpacked endowments
with unlived moments
With unpaid emolument
With undelivered love
Would you really leave
and Shut
just like that...?

Hope no, as you did my beloved Life
you know, We have to settle our strife,
and, with uncleared belief
how can I imagine such a grief!?

Ma Dear! I will await your whistle
before death's-eye twinkle
you know the nature of this jungle
the things that I need to handle,
Thus,
be it with bell or even a yell, just tell
beforehandly please whistle whistle.

Bereket Gebrehaimanot (Z-ARDENT)
21/03/2022// 9:28
RGHTAFTRCRACDNT
ASM.

Majestic Rolling Clouds-

majestic rolling 
skies flashing spots of bright lights
sun hidden behind
~
patches luminates
white puffy clouds endowments
rolling majestic


2/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Invisible Ink

Before the writing,
collecting memories
silent endowments
 pages without lines

Before the writing,
I traveled a dreamer
imagining truant
what tomorrow defines

Before the writing,
the words clouded over
passing in bunches
like birds on the wing

Before the writing,
the wind was my compass
direction e’er changing
intention to sing

Before the writing,
my spirit a bachelor
no phrases to husband
no verses to wed

Before the writing,
immersed in tomorrow
my freedom untethered
—to go where it led

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)

A Human Hankering

The calendar counts the weeks and months of COVID.
Yet, every pensive daybreak I am granted that for which I never asked.
Of course, suffering sickness and death tolls are endlessly morbid.
Still, my morning strolls find dazzling nooks where wonder is unmasked.

Plentiful pansies splash passion rainbows over meadowlands unrequited.
Common Windmill palm trees display fan palms like broad hands.
Neighborhood lawns spawn hankerings for cornucopias delighted.
Each new day contains unique complexions, signature ambient wavebands. 

I am an animal of textures, but the relentless pandemic compels tactile chill.
By what right am I awarded these winsome private moments on each stroll?
Rain drums on the roof like an invocation, and I touch the palpable thrill.
Nature’s rhythms are carried on wings of monarchs and in the birth of a tadpole.

At last, I am not alone but connected to rugged bluffs and smooth beaches.
Finally, I realize without these endowments, existence would be impossible.
I am meant to discover all the simple prodigious self-ordering reaches. 
In understanding them, I see no beginning or end, only that I am tangible.

Risen Dawn-

I felt compelled to sniff the incoming 
My passion is the light Aurora 
The arrival brought such sorrow 
If you warned me about Gomorrah

arise yonder son soul rise 
rise up into the skies 
show us your lights 
brilliance and brights
 Rise up 
Dawn

I crave the desk dawning Dawn
Eagerly I look for the landing
Understood a polar Don
Of drips that are standing

Deep into the darkness dipping
I crave the ecliptic early endowments
I crave the light legacies l i c e n t i o u s n e s s
I crave the drippings dust darkness rent
And Humanity never slighten

Arise yonder sun so rise 
Rise up into the 
Skies show us your lights 
Brilliant bright 
Rise up
 Dawn

The lonely licentiousness launching
Wandering now? Now I crave the dusk dawning dystopia gone
Rise up dawn

1/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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