Angelic Sulphur
Angelic sulphur streaming downward on a glistening ray of light
Essence of daybreak imbues a radiant effigy of hope
Culmination of atmospheric shimmering and sky bound illuminations leave me in awe of such blue yonder
Firmaments of peace lay beneath the majesty of a fig tree
And a brimming overwhelm captures my soul as the beauty borders on profound
My communion with the breaking sunlight has left me with a fervour
For all the compliments that natural beauty simply cannot be found in mankind
Reluctantly my soul and I depart and head back toward the bleak cityscape
Thunderous clouds of polllution illustrate my growing unease
Another burden appears as the skyline quickens with buildings
And the angelic memories from the morning light persist as if telling me there is a home beyond this man made abomination
Cosmos echoes,
Stitching its secrets into the hem of abyss,
With the echoes' cry and
our pride touching the firmaments
Lancing the veil,
We heard the secrets,
The echo's confession
What dare it sung?
A declaration?
Stars blasting the triumph of pride
We now have
The conqueror of skies
The one who is our greatest pride,
He, who shall sail the cosmos
On the quest of axiom
Taming the tempest on dragon's back
To rule the dark and step into the untold
To unveil the veil
And build an era to behold
She is my whole galaxy,
A vast expanse of love and light,
I swim within her starry depths,
And bask in her celestial might.
But I was her shooting star,
A fleeting moment in the night,
A brilliant flash that left her heart,
With a bittersweet delight.
I long to be her supernova,
To set her sky on fire,
To blaze across her firmaments,
And ignite her soul's desire.
But alas, I am a shooting star,
A transient wisp of cosmic flame,
My destiny is to fade away,
And leave behind a poet's name.
Yet though my time with her was short,
My love for her will never cease,
She is the brightest star in my sky,
My eternal source of peace.
I will cherish every memory,
Of our cosmic rendezvous,
And hold her close within my heart,
Until the stars ignite anew.
Oh, my dearest love, my galaxy,
Forgive me for my fleeting flight,
For though am a shooting star,
My love for you will burn forever bright.
Old age doesn’t exist for all
Because many claim its presence;
I submit that living goes on
Through many-hued firmaments.
A shade of love lives here
And over there, a victory, I deem –
Patience caught them in her lair
And surprise – she frolics in between
For one might, on some fateful day –
Pluck a strange flower
And on another, move a rock away
And something wonderful – uncover.
On waves of midnight blue –
We shoved off in the boat –
It mattered not where to –
Anywhere at a casual knot.
We entered a world of darkness
None but us could see –
One of two black firmaments
Distinguished by a cool breeze
And then – cradled by whitecaps –
We kissed – we were comfortable.
That the hour was so late
Was inconsequential.
My wide wild imagination often carries me there,
To that fantastic ethereal world of elegance;
Where those immaculate white beings, like goddesses care,
With meekness, patience, gladness, and heroic vigilance...!
Though I don't know the truth, faith, like the yeast in me ferments,
Thinking of glorious, gorgeous beings joyous I feel,
Might and immortality merges with frankincense scents,
My soul wrapped by spirits, I sing glory with zest and zeal...!
With Dominions, Cherubims, thrones, and Principalities,
Firmaments shine like lights of million suns and moons and stars;
Grace and grandeur, reign with love and less of legalities,
Breaking boundaries, my physique and psyche cross the bars...!
All existential crises of this mundane world will cease,
Rid of all pains and aches, I'll enjoy the heavenly peace...!!!
Always a tough business: Tournament
But women take along ornament:
Old Testament's and New Testament's
They put it on, they're in firmaments...
Now and again for rearmament
Why can't it be in tournament?
"Sure, football is played in stadiums
But last week, I was here for idioms;
Our resource persons on podium,
A blaring microphone for medium
Stadiums some women storm for Legend,
Who shall their multiple worries end
To their feminine wishes bend
And, in short, a million naira lend:
Women not for men from the roadside,
Who should the other way face for bride:
The men worth their embrace or kiss
Ones in real, not titular office!
AN ODE TO SLEEP.
Bereft asleep,baby born lights dim
The skies in space;twinkling bright a beam
Firmaments afar settling wide a gleam
Take care to sleep heav'nly realms as mile
Take guard thee guardians. Till the dawn arise
For I'll wake and shine in morn inclined.
Graze by space, breathe of obsolesce
To reach ends; loose gasps espy
Down hazy firmaments crash poise
Bestrew thoughts asunder, sunk in levity
Dust fervid of the stars; it burns thee
Respite it sowed, deprave by night
Down the deep, quiet all I see
Clean of root and soot, shunned by the light
Free of respire, out with thine satire
Toy rust of age, fades a soiled visage
Prune this heart of mine, a heart ill with desire
Quelled with depths, trace mine shooting vestige
Mind illudes self, truth eludes mind
To the ends my soul travails, here my body end
Urination reigns rains flowing
Covering the firmaments grasses
Backing splashing on the oak tree
Nose to the grindstone Kentucky bluegrass
Sniffs out allergens striving to mark a path
Marking at territorial arenas grasp
A leg up Or just a squat
Relinquishing rains
Watch the green grasses
Now yellow patches
From yellow rain
Puring down tween a dog's leg
1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Unknown to each other, the true gift-
with roots beyond imagination-
to discover, discovery-kiss.
Transient situational unveiling rift.
Flash of judgment to the past less full,
from which a tree blossoms it's at last, unfurl.
Poignant, pure, sift, of
beautful strangers in searching-expression;
at full detection-of-the-World.
Stark, blessed, shining pearl.
Truest mystery solved, to know (if anything),
a fuller set of roots lies-
with and far deeper passes between;
within, and all in itself can only have ever been,
so few expressions
betwixt (that?????) if beginning is taken from within
as being a poem to forever decode,
"ever" has been, mirrored, within,
the unveiling mode of dawning moment.
For ?we cannot look outside into oneself
with one or with few impostered covers
to take from a dusty shelf, firmaments.
Unique, frontier embarked in Time's persistence.
To know someone new and grow
our experience of what exists in Truth.
"A nice to meet you".
Is magical, words beyond our current comprehension.
Stealth out of the Blue.
Zip-Code Pi
(The Sweet Flesh of Temptation)
David J Walker
Zip-code Pi
Is where I will
receive my mail
Mark it eternal
Where the white-gowned crowd
With pipe cleaner halos
Cleanse and censor every lens
And line to erase
Any reference to God’s mistake
Making our bodies so holy that
Not even we should touch them
I will swim in the firmaments frost
Where the Host collects our thoughts
At the cost of no uncertain discerning’s
before entering His temples
I remember the sweet downfall of
The dimples that presented to me
My first apple
And I did eat
The sweet flesh of temptation
LIGHTED IN SPIRALS
Rewrite the stars,
Strip the firmaments,
Empty the stacks of rain
as the world moves slow mo'
in a spherical spirals of clouds.
Let brightness confine darkness
till the days are profitably used-up,
Then nights can steal day's glory;
Spin us all for the quickie,
Let destinies actualize speedily,
Then the world can only be ours
as we ravel in universe lighted spirals.
Did you think no one can rewrite the stars?
The answer lies in the belly of imagination.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©April 25th,2021.
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Scull in the waters under the sun’s incandescence.
Go along with the wind’s rhythm and my heart’s cadence.
Sail far until orange firmaments paint you into black.
Know where you are heading – don’t you ever come back.
If someone finds you alone in the riverside floating,
You’ve got the opportunity to tell my words that are worth-sharing…
“You’re special and worth to be loved.
You’re more than any riches; don’t think you're unloved.
You’ve got a million reasons to feel joy in your heart.
Your stories are fascinating and they’re worthy to impart.
Don’t let your grief and hatred live in you forever.
Soon you’ll flourish and be greater than ever.
This universal love shall be passed like an endless ripple
It should last to save one or triple.”
January 8, 2021
The Last Love Letter Contest
The Rubiks cube is round, observed at atomic size
To see reality you must enter, take a peep inside
I’m not saying pull it apart, searching out a pivot
But rather a microscopic journey, for our tiny visit
Photons on its surface, weaving around in circles
Can pass through with ease, external to internal
You see rotating squares, cuboid annoying design
Yet molecules in blank space, spiral together blind
Mosaic patchwork colors, atop firmaments of skin
Projections of light appear, as matrixes flow within
Pictels turning relentlessly, of indiscernible pattern
Interior fluxes created, hexagonal poles on Saturn
Poppycock you say, it’s merely a frustrating puzzle
Millions of us have tried, and most of us struggled
In truth that’s kind of right, solutions are in dearth
Lessons from history, of our once flat planet earth.
If the Rubik's cube was round Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
04/01/2021
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