A painting on my easel…
a portrait of ultimate truth.
at twilight, the setting sun glimmering
onto the sapphire waves of the ocean,
the gossamer light
of the melting rays shimmering,
on the dock, gray and cracked!
at dawn, the sun will bring back the warmth,
for all creatures to rise and soar!
Life is a cycle,
a wheel of existence!
Birth, Youth, Death -
an eternal journey from beginning to end,
ultimately blending with the universe!
in the middle, joys and hopes, sorrows and cries,
carry us through the strenuous paths
of the darkness in the world!
A baby’s birth, most delightful event
in human reality, our path leads
us to either success or failure,
but we are not defeated!
we walk many miles
throughout our life,
to find happiness and peace, envisaging
children follow our footsteps,
when we cease to exist,
we pass the torch to the
next generation who carries
the legacy, the strength, the courage
to fight, to declare - life does not
stop, it continues to move on to
everlasting goals !
Uncalled Storms
I have been on a merrily sailing voyage
but it started to tremble with an impromptu stormy rage
waves went subversive, wrecking my body with pain
dismantling the harmony flowing through my vein
Winds got treacherous and even the rains decided to betray
the fate just doomed and the hope plummeted within
a day
Life is struck by storms envisaging again with
no alarm
And I now know how to endure the agony until the winds go sober and calm
As the storm passed away, my voyage had to proceed
in pursuit of the land
And I sailed again defeating the deceitful waves
above the sand
Written 23 November 2023
Divorce Poetry Contest
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Divorce
Day in day out I reel with deep despair
Imagining how my children will fare
Visibly without motherly fondness
Other than just fatherly tenderness;
Rather than musing on the deadly mess
Cautious I am to scan my stoic side
Envisaging how pains to cast aside.
Spawning a precipice; you switched us off; no good reason
On second thought; no one should take credit or defame,
Unilateral is the only fair way to equally explain
Lackluster would be the sadness of this refrain;
Lamentable was what it left me with; or perhaps disdain,
Envisaging; happy with me; I was too eager to frame,
Sadly, it's overwhelmingly done, all the same
Subverted; a section of our time, was once called a season
Cherish the time with your parents
Our time will come just like theirs.
Keep holding on to those memories
Envisaging that good memories
will not cease forever
If you missed the precious years and feel lost
Step forward and love the most
In life, children are never undervalued
Trust yourself, you are of great value!
Are we less superior to ourselves than realization?
Our temporary shell, our salt, our generation.
Our streamers flutter like snow in Antarctica.
longing and valid expansion, made of mica.
Striving to liberate us, it rips apart its body.
Once again, envisaging us embody.
Systole, diastole, adventure indiscriminately.
The wide open oozes a scent of love imminently.
Shimmering between each of the drumbeats.
Summer, you are the windlessness of such feats.
We ate, kissed, cuddled, and then supped food.
A day's total is a unit of measure for what you lewd.
Need and desire exist in an interdependent reality.
We bury our bodies as a sign of our mortality.
The fate of our remains while wearing the shell
The land utters us the title of a spare body smell.
Synapses are memories, and we are waiting.
In order to cross its boundary, there is no gating.
Written: August 09, 2022
Forgive – scripture speaks
Silencing the bitter past, the resentments
The anger and doubt, the suffering
Forgive – God instructs
Delivering mercy, grace, compassion
Never judgement or sentence
No verdicts of imprisonment
Forgive – His word directs
Listen to the heart, the Holy Spirit
Has everything figured out
Listen to the One who teaches souls
To believe, to pardon, to excuse
Forgive – sacred promise of healing
From One who carried His cross
Was nailed to the tree God created
Where leaves danced and bird’s nestled
Never envisaging the shadow, the
Darkness that would cover the earth
Forgive – He gave us an astonishing sample
Reconciling the heart to a God who loves
More than our minds can imagine or expect
With love that is alive, like the forgiveness
Welcoming spiritual restoration, His gift
To those who know He is the answer, the One
Who lifts the veil and delivers us from hell
Forgive – and be blessed by His death and resurrection!
Mark 11:25 (KJV) And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.
DOODAH
Maybe not a wordsmith ,
But this ain't my myth!
It's 4 am ,
thoughts oscilating from savvy to dof,
very clear as it seems.
But, O you hear the walls fleer!
On envisaging the dwindling dreams of idem ,
Or off , counting the lamb and calf,
Maybe this is just an other dream.
But the walls are the only peer!
Ain't a wordsmith ,
Maybe this is all my myth!
Pattern: AA BCDE BCDE AA
Moon concealed by shadow of Grim Reaper
Under guise of the gloomy clouds of storm –
Reason enough to stay at home and not
Dread the deadly, wary walk at midnight.
Eerie noises from the rumbling thunder,
Rats scuttling and skittering to find shelter.
Intense and impassioned fear crept in as she
Neared the steps leading to the tunnel.
The tunnel! She disregarded, or had forgotten,
How dark and dangerous to walk alone,
Envisaging the glint of that murderous knife.
The tunnel! She knew she shouldn’t go
Until daylight and remembered her final trip.
Nearer and nearer she silently crept
Not heeding her internal warnings to flee.
Evermore replaying, she will wander at midnight
Leaving ruby blood tears among crystal raindrops.
Ode to my Grand Best friend
My grand best friend, you inspire me this night.
I love the way you look, wallow and run,
Invading my mind day and night, the light,
Always dreaming about the great mock sun.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more ideal, little and charming;
Good frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the mean mixed farming;
So envisaging and enticing your ways;
I love your spirit, attitude and charm;
Thinking of your attitude fills my days;
My love for you is the strong just as your arms;
Now I must away with a gracious heart,
Remember my short words whilst we're apart;
12/22/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
What a great idea at St Mary's by the Sea,
Surplus food is offered for free.
Take some out or put yours in
If too old, there's a pig food bin.
Thoughtfully built community cupboard,
Snug shelter for all that is stored.
So, no need to be bored
Look in your hoard!
See if you have something to give
Make someone's life easier to live.
Maybe can swap for a needed lift
Everyday needs a little gift!
Written 22 August 2018
Our neighbourhoods are acting on the light of community caring.
Something I have been envisaging and promoting by living it for decades.
Now the ball is really rolling along!
Lies are inclusive
Truths are not
Think before you speak
That's what everybody taught
Envisaging is something
Which is not permitted
And I cannot foster the crops
That I myself cultivated
I'm slammed on with the ideas
Which are not even good
But I've to follow all the rules
Just because they own a manhood
Sugar-coated statements
Underrated sentiments
Navigated directions
Untruthful dereliction
This is how they served me love
I got trapped a few times and felt the rough
But they were in the habit of playing bluff with such poor guff
And this is how I made myself tough
After a hot chase of dreams
I learnt how to resist the inner screams
So I let out all my creations
And got indulged in my fancy temptations!!!
The sirocco of Sahara I face
Tread barchans of crescent dunes
This lion-like lightning is looking for lunes
Sleep soundly in the comfort of thorns
And be stuck in a swamp
Escape from the nest!
Alas! It’s not where you belong
The one in a standstill
Tired of the tedious routines
There’s more to life than what it seems
Robin’s-egg blue
Bracelets of Egypt’s Queen
Envisaging quests from a dream
Exploit towering cyclones
For there lies diamond Jupiter skies
Ancient people from the tribes
Follow the murmurs of the river
But only eagles fly…
With eagles
Chalk-white faces, chapped lips and infected footsoles,
Harmattan, she has come again, announcing her
presence like a proud royalty's entourage.
Mothers clad their infants in thick clothes
like north pole elves,
motorcyclists cruise around town with watery eyes
mourning the chill of the early morning continental
trade wind.
Dry tree leaves dance to the rhythm of the wind,
the dance of death, as they fall to the ground
amid rising dust, dry air and hazy skies,
gathering mist sits atop the mountain like a crown
on a King's head.
The local tea shop owner beams with a toothless
smile envisaging high patronage, and from the
eastern horizon a seemingly shy
thermal source rises slowly
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings
Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening
You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although we’re often sad and leaden hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings
With promising, and carrying and cautioning
Within our dreams inspired, single hearted
you carry us when all in life is darkening
Miracles return with wise envisaging
For never once will you be found false hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings
Our spirits feel a flowering and a freshening
No longer sad and feeling quite light hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening
As around the dark clouds now, a glow is silvering
No shadows loom and no more, marble hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings
You carry us when all in life is darkening
Suzanne Delaney
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