I can’t begin to comprehend the vast
universe as it expands away from
the point in which I stand a minuscule
fluff of dust awaiting universal
light to fluoresce my soul and illuminate
the unfolding of my cosmic consciousness;
as darkness becomes a forgotten place
I become stardust of an ancient sun
sparkling in the painting of creation.
Ballooner, blink in the hot air.
Wink, O noonday sun.
On the brink, is life unfair?
Drink and be as one!
Supreme being, I imbibe!
Above god and man!
Dervish, deus, diatribe!
Lengthen, every span!
Grim-faced, O my spectres?
Well, that's the way it goes.
Singulars and hectares!
Core cone, thy carrion crows!
Trammell the enameling?
O nightingale, sing sweet.
O sky above, thy paneling!
O lion, at thy feet!
Yellow priestess, ritual.
Of this what knoweth ye?
Barrel out the brazen bull!
Fling out, fancy-free!
Rhyme and riddle, rill on roll.
Drums, thy wargods beat.
Goddess of the asherah pole!
Chosen to complete!
Tyrant of tomorrow?
An image wrought in spark.
Brindle, bindle, broken bow!
Gold, fluoresce in dark!
Hone thy skill, O warrior!
Dare not to drop thy tools!
Skyscraper, art free and sure?
Toss away thy rules...
God made everything out of nothing
but the nothingness shows through.
Paul Valery
Only silence wells
in the dark throat of the evening
and anything you hear
is of the world's making
or your own mind
filling up the empty spaces.
Music is made this way
and poetry, as they try
to give substance and form
to what is missing,
to fill that gnawing void
with a note or word.
Works fluoresce
as exotic creatures do
in the dark of deep seas,
small, faint flickers
punctuating the unknowable
with momentary life.
And so it is,
we are drawn towards
a centre that seems everywhere,
a nothingness rolled
into a ball, the circumference
of the infinite that resides
within us all.
Concealed molluscs, meek individuals
Perceptive to truth, empathy prepared
Fluoresce lucid, optimism pivotal
Giving as elastic, mosaic paired
Transferred concern, coral breath resplendence
Secrets swapped free of harm, their hearts hallowed
Precious shells combine in fresh resemblance
Fitting finality, fearless, exposed
Chrysalis moths makeshift shelter is shed
Protective floss fractures, folds out clover
Flutter dust fluff to fantastical wed
Glee gushes as freedom speeds them over
Stream nods softly toward sea expansion
Together tonic in strong salt sanctum
28th February
For First of March
Wedding
An amber candle twinkles in the wind
Its golden fluoresce waltzing in the breeze
Poetic silver leaves on a night bind
An amber candle twinkles in the wind
Discovered a flame of sensual mind
Where two lips first gather for a kiss squeeze
An amber candle twinkles in the wind
It's golden fluoresce waltzing in the breeze.
Written May 03, 2023
Sun strike horizon white triangle
Erases deep turquoise in thin ice
Steady spiral turn winds triumph
Explores sea bed, drilled precise
Turned ground pleads for mercy
Surrenders dug out cry of agony
Tumble gems an ancient mason
Sought to swap for sovereignty
Miner compiles silica currency
Shells she's clenched fluoresce
Money funnelled subterranean
Spectrum rips open firey chests
Technique imagines same future
Strength set on bone, sure farrier
Temporary gold gallops to zenith
Sharp ocean glint disappears her
14th June
Foreshore soon!
Mother Nature takes care of her kin;
plants, animals, this ancient sylvan;
with gentle compassionate caress,
and old Sol’s help bestows fluoresce.
Tree leaves sway in the suttle breeze,
knowing their dance will Mother please.
Lovely doves to her warmth will flock,
to florals adorning Mother’s pastel locks.
She gives solace and loving care,
seeing all have enough to share.
Such a benign and devoted spirit,
should be admired for her merits.
Benevolent and unfeigned host,
to you I raise a glass in toast.
My sweet,There's a flower in your heart may I smell it
My dear, There is a flower by your ear may I touch it
There is a flower on your lips may I kiss it
you are the flower that I behold
a fragrant beauty unspoiled
fluoresce my heart beats not
Until we too hearts are in a vase
Melting are spirits soul and bodies as one
Fragrance is our love we too do share
Planted in the garden once again
We are as one a flower
1/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A story about a poet, his girlfriend and their pretty complicated relationship (5)
Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb
You say, imagination is a locus
and breeding ground for the scribblecoccus
bacteria that kill relationships.
It's true, my dear, my imagination
can do a lot, let say, look down a dress
or an abyss of cosmos, fluoresce
in infrared light, flash with a citation
of fictional philosopher, invent
a new poetics, but it isn't meant
for you and your incoming incarnation.
At last, love seems to be an act of nature
but just an I.O.U or a debenture -
the noon, the sudden twilight, the eclipse.
Strobe laser lights fill the radiant air,
The room sways with fumes of excite,
Pounding with life full of colourful heat,
All through the deep and dark night,
As girls dressed in powerful colours of free,
Fluoresce with delicious hair spray,
And their eyes, nose, and lips, and all of their tips,
Glow on full public display,
At the local dance night of pure delight,
The seamless flow of electro jam funk,
All the people escape the life that they live,
And they all become a little bit punk,
Strobe laser lights form memories in haze,
Where everyone’s a musical slave,
Once every week in the underground club,
At the seismically colourful rave.
Summers Sweet Caress
In natures tranquil embrace cuddled within summers caress
I envision your fanciful face and my love for you can impress
Where the Cupids will brace their arrows with a floral finesse
And sunshine shall showcase its brilliance a fruitful fluoresce
~
Where the valleys open wide and will panoramically profess
That the rivers running with pride liquefy their faithfulness
Birds that gracefully glide and perch on ancient trees recess
And the towering trees provide soothing shade with success
~
The majestic mountains manifest and conveniently coalesce
Elegant eagles nestle in their nest then fly high with aggress
The summer breeze in its quest will lightly kiss and undress
Then the fragrant flowers breast as the honeybees oppress.
May.22.2018
Monorhyme Poetry
Theme-Nature
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
In a land that flows with milk and honey,
the wind moans with foolish silly punny.
The mountains countless caves blaze with blithe light;
trees of Ténéré quiver that tower in height.
The sound of trickling water, yield boasting
ground canvas color and peacocks strutting.
Dragons, Dragonflies, and dwarf Huffle-winks
old folklore, they could care less what one thinks.
Small, magical winged beings that breathe in
playfully flitter vanish in a blink.
Dragons roar with crackling fire of thunder
huge and fierce in all their mystic wonder,
fluoresce scales an in brilliant livery;
benevolence manner, bold chivalry.
Leap into the air, their leathery wings
stretching to catch the air above like kings.
Huffle-winks stand with shields and sharpen swords
and cocky grins, guards in the House of Lords.
In a land that milk and honey cascades
and heavens shine and summer never fades.
5/21/2018
Poetry Contest: Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks
Sponsored By: Caren Krutsinger
Thoughts of Infinite Light
Thru no beginning and everlasting end, the loving light shall transcend
The Angels of illumination shall defend its passionate passage to extend
From within infinitesimal space, the internal light will forgive and reface
Like a perennial parallel interface, your digital soul will eagerly embrace
For when the darkness sets in its divide the light of love shall provide
In your attempts to segregate and hide look within the light will guide
Your sins and shame shall regress as you absorb the fruitful fluoresce
For when you repent and confess the living light shall blissfully bless
Thru eternities of illuminating light His love will never leave your sight
Thru absolute abyss and fevered fright comfort in His love and erudite
In man's dominance dilemma a need for pensive penance and excreta
Look upon the Alfa & Omega the Lamb of God of infinite light the Pieta.
~~~Let there be light~~~
...dedicated to Victor Buhagiar...
April.06.2018
Easter 2018
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
We’re the stars in the sky, a collage of colour,
Every tint with a hue, we glow,
And we hang happy as friends, in an elegant display,
We hang in a beautiful row,
Of happy and love, we hang in a lounge,
And also in your room, from the sill,
And we dimly fluoresce all of your world,
When all of your world’s sitting still.
We hang from the pub, in their busiest hour,
And we hang from the tree in the park,
We relax the world of hustle and bustle,
After everything has turned into dark.
Every year, about now, we come out to play,
Shining happiness throughout all the nights,
Shining and sharing a beautiful display,
We’re your colourful quaint fairy lights.
I like the Light on the water.
I like the Light on the snow.
I like the Light in the hollow.
I like the Light through the fog.
I like the Light piercing cloudbanks.
I like the Light in the glade.
I like the Light komorebi in Spring.
I like the Light cafuné in late day.
I like the Light mångata in Arjuna’s April Auriga.
I like the Light yura yura in Winter’s darkness.
I like best the Light in her eyes.
I like best the Light from her skin.
I like best the Light in her walk.
I like best the Light in her laugh.
You can keep your candle, your Equinox.
You can keep your noon-light, your lamp.
You can keep your algal fluoresce, your Moon.
You can keep your star-glimmer, your wick.
I like best the Light, that finds her,
that falls to her, that bends from Source,
to her, to me. Her Light, I call it.
The only Light.
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