"Mr. Tambourine Man"
FUSIONS
Hey Mr Tambourine Man
your words made me a fan
Song- just-a-jingle-jangle
yet reflect the 60's angle
colour
shimmers
impressions melt
turbines&apartments
awake
all of a
tremble
the veiled
movement
of leaves
whispering
in the breeze
where
roads are alive
with commuter cars
abstract
illusions
flourish
with
silhouettes &
blurred
bridges teeming
with pedestrians
disintegrating
into
out
of
focus
shapes
where
corn flakes crackle
toast browns
eggs hard-boil
sunrise
prepares
a
fusions of reflections
with
pylons pulsating
their powers
in
obsessions
&detail
of a mundane day
full of toil
Stars illumine the day-to-night, night-to-day transition,
Lighting up nooks of land and the skies as half their mission.
To console the cores of the barren hearts of humans,
Mary consented to bring you forth the prism of grace fusions.
As foretold from the fathomless depths of serene sages,
As scribed by quills of ages, you’d rewrite history's pages.
In the tiny town of Bethlehem, you would start your life.
Between good and evil, shouldn't you end the endless strife?
Like the warm wombs of the sunbeam in cold winter nature,
You pitched your tent among us as our merciful neighbour.
As the one who's present everywhere and omnipotent,
You shed your light like a thousand suns, bright and immanent.
Nature stood astounded as a mild, meek mist when you descended.
Faint clocks of fond memories, at your name, stood suspended.
moments
of
reflection
silhouettes &
blurs
detail
disintegrates
out
of
focus
shapes
become
fusions
of
colour
shimmering
impressions melt
into
memory
of
veiled
movement
of leaves
whispers
in
abstract
illusions
endless whole
yet
so alive
facinations
fixed light
in
contemporary
with imagination
blended
with
the exquisite
wrought
&
transcribed
views
naturalistic
derived
from reality
...revealed
Nigh fusions are a happenance
I prefer the stalks shadows of the day
Infinity has a way of peering
tomorrows living for a thrill
Who light the leitmotif
and bonfire my words
Or should I search for an island
to gaze at a cave?
Wherewithals all lustre
scratch holes in my words
A house without a dream
ran naked through the plains
Romeo is lost
Juliet leans closer
Spinoza doffs another theorem
Nature plays trumps
commissions bleed into tweed
silhouettes &
blurs
become simple
detail
disintegrates
out
of
focus
shapes
become
fusions of reflections
colour
shimmers
impressions melt
into
memory
of
summer
all of a
tremble
the veiled
movement
of leaves
whispering
in the breeze
abstract
illusions
of an
endless whole
yet
so alive
sunrise
sunset
water
&trees
facinations
fixed
by the
light
obsessions
of the
day
Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly
Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers
Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully
Mallow centesimal stripes boiled candy
Star picket stick pink pigment saccharine
Temptress in dress derived from deer manly
Restless gypsy tastebuds buzz within labyrinth
Gender column calm offers an absconding
Seductive glands have universal indulgence
Elon holds obstinately to his Mars 2030 colony
Stamen aims telescope towards closer emulsion
Satellite dish observation grants mans' wishes
Expands our command of unimagined planets
Future mixes musk fusions for either expeditious
Sows anise seeds for Mars far sighted inhabitants
23rd January 2023
Written for Contest: Musk
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Terminal velocity maximum thrill, always falling against my will,
Acceleration gives me a chill, supersonic speed but standing still…
Falling in love with just one look, my romantic desires by the brook,
An exotic escapade by the book, lavish lavender skies is all it took…
Falling into Oblivion beyond my control, lamenting life takes its toll,
Landing in a diminishing dust bowl, the decreasing of my silent soul…
Realities that mirror illusions, amidst fast binding fraudulent fusions,
Increasing speeds of idol inclusions, I’m sinking into secular seclusions…
Falling in dreams wide awake, viewing scenes as they slide and shake,
Jump into my mind and see it ache, fall into my heart and see it break…
Fast falling into the unknown, reaching now where the wind has blown,
I am the King who has lost his thrown, forever falling finite on my own.
May.27.2020
Falling Poetry
Sponsored by
Kai Michael Neumann
N/A for contest
Candles flicker like a lover's whisper,
tickling walls with whimsical illusions,
becoming purer, becoming crisper
with cinnamon swirled laughter fusions.
3-7-2020
Reference: Warm Poetic Jots, 12-18-19
Contest: Rithimus Divisa 2
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
The frightful winter solstice approaches
with an opaque snow globe life intertwine.
Stars sprinkle early, romance encroaches
upon one headstrong to dread wintertime.
Power poles are overthrown by wind gusts
but the fireplace roars in competition.
Soon the living room temperature adjusts
to our own Norman Rockwell rendition.
Candles flicker like a lover's whisper,
tickling walls with whimsical illusions,
becoming purer, becoming crisper
with cinnamon swirled laughter fusions.
Board games played on the dining room table
welcome nostalgic, restorative thoughts
which begin to inspire and enable
closeness revived, warm poetic jots.
12-18-19
silence in a
force of colour
magnified into
morals
of sensuous turmoil
formulations
of figures energised
fusions of circles
rippling
bubbling
indivisible
whirlpools sieved
of
essentials
perspectives
in
fleeting moments
circulating
in anticipation
in prolific
but
condensed meanins
saturated
with anxieties
an authentic scrutiny
of
beauty
fused
with prejudice
in the eye
of the beholder
The universe relentlessly expands in vicious circles, of which I move around in
Infinite regression is the mark I toe, that leads me to ecumenical emancipation
I collect neural correlates of consciousness from the stars in an unkempt sky
Pollinating nuclear fusions with my angular momentum, if that makes any sense
I commence to dispense immense nonsense in sequence with no consequence
Out of the darkness it has come to light that we are all crepuscular tortoises
Traversing the shell of a much larger terrapin, as one would walk on the ground
Realizing the cosmos is no less than turtles stacked on turtles all the way down
Date: 6/29/19
Contest: The Universe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
silhouettes &
blurs
become simple
detail
disintegrates
out
of
focus
shapes
become
fusions of reflections
colour
shimmers
impressions melt
into
memory
of
summer
all of a
tremble
the veiled
movement
of leaves
whispering
in the breeze
abstract
illusions
of an
endless whole
yet
so alive
open
sunrise
sunset
water
&trees
facinations
fixed
by the
light
obsessions
of the
day
r RUNNIN---
Barefoot and tattered to the floor;
shackles don't fit anymore;
They run without a body;
Legs wit out feet where are the toes;
Nobody knows...
Running...
Malicious malware in their head;
electromagnetic fusions dead;
All this running what's left;
Brain cells dead;
They have fled;
My body runnin wit out it's head;
shackles don't fit anymore;
They run without a body;
Nobody knows... cause my mind just...
Runnin
2/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©
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