Enlarging Poems

Information v disinformation'

Dezi Freeman we are told killed two police
Wounded another, disturbing much peace'
Took a woman hostage and three kids
Message from the media, who from the police
Get their bits.' Meanwhile they hold Mali and
Consider her charging.yet she was not a hostage and where
It was said.' Not really clarity enlarging, how were
The kids treated after a fearfull experience' just thinking it through
Dezi was taking Andrews ex- state premier to
The law court.' He's an lgbt advocate? Of some
Sort..Rumours of child abuse historical they say'
Is Andrews extra squeeky clean.? He's been
Around anyway..Didn't he have a collision a young
Boy on a bike, reported 45 minutes later, drove off
Then back.? So some claim.' And that they do not
Like' will Mali be able to keep the children? Ir have
There been subtle threats? Comply or they'll be taken? I wonder what will come out next.?

A Wider View

Night roads widen,
dream paths spread their branches.

The Sandman is hobbled
and can only watch.

A tethered mind has spread
fledgling wings.

What appears to happen
behind sleepwalking eyes
is viewed from a fish-eyed drone -
a stretched panoramic overview.

Am I travelling or unrolling
a future map?
Major arteries become sea-lanes
a melting landscape
for the soul of the soul of the soul.

In a distant radio speaker
a voice recites the Koran
in perfect Yiddish.

I may have to awaken
as a more concrete curbside
if these night journeys
keep mushrooming,

enlarging these itinerate routes of reality.

Milt

Poet Milt was loved by all here on Soup,
for he held out to all, a helping hand,
day by day enlarging his friendship loop
and by his principles, always did stand.

Author of a book on theology,
he shared deep wisdom from direct knowing
garnered during his time in the clergy,
echoed in verses that he kept flowing.

Man of religion, yet free from its crutch,
Milt, honest to the core, spoke out his mind,
investigating higher truths by touch,
free from narrow superstitions that bind.

He was a true friend who walked among us ~
We wish his soul peace, aboard God's bliss bus

29-December-2022

Loser Cries

Could you,Carson, imagine
That Ross gave me a margin,
Gap between us enlarging
With smiles into halls barging...
His words of encouragement
Ones streaked with disparagement,
As they show off management
And preach stricter engagement...

How should I really have felt:
By a pal beaten or belt?
Ross has his wins made 'A must'
And V tattooed on his bust,
Meaning,of course,I may rust
While after victory lust...

My shameful losses annual,
Has Ross been using manual?

A Town Survives By Fishing Early Light

My horse's haunches sway,
Saunter up hillocks and down a valley path,
Above a ridge off and on: a village where some people fish,
Phosphorescent flotsam washed ashore. 

Green embers breathe as if through shriveled lungs.
Wax in contrast to the gloaming dark that's coming on.
Shrubbery shadows lengthen, enlarging blacknesses.
Crickets ratchet down their temperatures.

The earth cools in wan mirage.
Time lapsed, the stars make
A slow, quiet carousel of lights.
It circles far above us disengaged.

Wings of crows scoop pools of air,
Then dive down open maws
On tiny, furred crawlers shocked stock still.
Crows chalk their caws across the night.

A copse will grow into a stand of oaks.
The vintage children like to climb.
Gnarled limbs reminding them of fiction sailing ships.
Hand over fist to where the topmost rigging is.

For now, people and trees are bottled tiny on a shelf.
At dry dock like some whittled models are.
Until the oak is christened keel and frame
And of agers live lives and make their livelihoods at sea.  (9/18/22)

Good Finisher

Good is A, Grand Good Finisher,
Who doesn’t need A Well Wisher.
He had tops come as Dish Washer
Before Studentship from Russia;
His dragnets swelling in Asia,
When he there lived as A Fisher…


Now, A Company’s Car Washer 
And in their Church Foremost Usher
Unlike Luke Lee with look harsher,
Sometimes Post leaving for Rasher 
And self passing off as Pasha; 
Good their Church enlarging its size,
All the time, grabbing The Fat Prize…
Indeed,  A Good Good Finisher, 
This to his Foes their Tarnish-er!

Pause Button

Of late, my muse: needy.
A truce or a treaty
it seems is in order.
The flow, rather meager,
unwilling, not eager,
a poetic hoarder.

It's coming and going;
it's fun when it's flowing.
It's frustrating knowing
fatigue has been showing
and output is slowing:
a single oar rowing.

The brain needs a resting,
from rhyming and jesting,
The cells need recharging,
expanding, enlarging.

I'll pause the keyboarding
hop the excavator,
get the engines roaring,
come back again later.

Rear-Ended Nightmares-

amongst the prism dreams
nightmares in rage enlarging schemes 
of the fiery fiendish fiends below the ground
the skies intervene cloudless simply innocent as a child 
deporting visions indecisive intermissions credence is gone wild
mercies spawned innocence screams

1/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

The Point of Intersection

Just the story of two points
directed to be different lines
As her dice destiny throws
two little lines were coming close
The game of destiny shows
How innocent lines of friendship,
care and affection grows

Unknowingly, Unintentionally
during moving in their own direction
Oh! they meet at a point
called 'The Point Of Intersection'
All kind of positive vibes & emotions
lovingly love, caringly care, tons of happiness
raining above & around their heads
and we all dream such Happy Happy ends

But this meet-cute follow painful separation
'cause this point is not like the other
from one side the Point of Meeting
& Alas! from the other the Point of Partition
Oh! why they met at the Point of Intersection

To every point & point
making longer line
the enlarging separation
and a constant
dust of realization
-"How much Love,
[that always dreamt of ]
Pure Love was there
at the Point of Intersection"

Want to meet again 
but never wish they made
'cause they know very well
if not How they Destined
at least the way they oriented
So read it loud & in clear voice
One rule from 'The Rules of Lines'
-"Two lines meet at One ,
And only One Point."

Mosquitoes

Those dirty little mosquitoes cause many a virus
Malaria, west nile, yellow fever and elephantiasis
Don't mean to make light
At the last one, I looked twice
Parts of my body could benefit from enlarging twice

Verse Freed To Flower

LOVE FLOWERS
Love relates and liberates
Mutual trust procreates,
Enlarging all as it grows;
Love flowers as it flows.

Love's rapport binds and bonds
Affirmed in whispers fond,
And prospers like blossom grows;
Love flowers as it flows.

A pleasured prized and treasured,
Unselfishin  it's measure
Requited quid pro quo;
Love flowers as it flows.

We release our hidden grace
As barriers unlace
When each the other knows;
Love flowers as it flows.


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

Love Flowers

Love relates and liberates
Mutual trust procreates,
Enlarging all as it grows;
Love flowers as it flows.

Love's rapport binds and bonds
Affirmed in whispers fond,
And prospers like blossom grows;
Love flowers as it flows.

A pleasured prized and treasured,
Unselfish in  it's measure
Requited quid pro quo;
Love flowers as it flows.

We release our hidden grace
As barriers unlace
When each the other knows;
Love flowers as it flows.

Presenting Himself Everywhere

The Supreme head's power
Enlarging and expanding 
from various dimensions 
in all directions within the whole total shape 
presenting Himself everywhere there in
unknown but can be known 
with the magic of true love only

Night Walk

It's dark.
The moon is a slice in the sky.
The canoe is gliding in the lake.
The dock is extending in the lake.
The trail is running by the lake.
The trail is curving by the water.
The trail is swerving in the trees.
The woods is full of night sounds.

Walk starts.
Tie canoe to dock.
Walk on dock.
To the shore.
The fish splashes.
Ring of water circle the point.
Enlarging circle smooths.
Returning to lake water.


Walk by shore.
Trail follows water.
Sounds in the woods.
Loud sound of chirping.
Trail moves to woods.
Silence in woods.
Walk on path.
Low sound crickets.
Returns.
 
Walk on trail.
Chirping stops.
Silence in woods.
No sound shifts.
To the loud sound.
The hoot sound.


Walk to water.
Loud claw sound.
From the trees.
Three birds fly.
Over lake.

Breast Cancer

It's my belief that enlarging a woman's breasts
Implantation run the risk of cancer, that's my guess
My wife is an example
Following the gamble
Got breast cancer and passed away, still hard to digest

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