From afar, I saw the glary, eerie road,
Its path alive with men and women —
Each from different walks of life,
Each with burdens on their heads —
Crushed by the weight of living.
Down the road, all chase a treasure,
Desperate, daring, lost in pressure.
No goodbyes when comrades fall —
Just silence… as the ruthless march on.
The road is open — free for all.
No need for pardon, I tread my path.
Some boast they know the way.
Me? I know the way,
But still… I can’t see the way.
Down this road, there are no rules —
Only survival writes the code.
Tangled in webs of pain and pride,
Many choose silence
Just to escape the noise inside.
And so down the road —
This is my humble prayer:
Grant me courage, O Lord,
For I am Thy servant.
Ingrain in me strength for the battle ahead,
That I may crush the enemies within and without,
That I may stand before the storm,
And not be moved —
When the road we walk
Reaches its end.
The list of memories cast to recall,
drifts and stalls in a frozen mist.
The head lists as ears strain to hear
any faint icy echoes lost in the glary glitter
of ice crystals blocking their path,
bouncing around in the pin-ball churn
as bells and chimes of hits drown out the last
rays of hope of murmurs and sighs
from deep within the body of a soul lost
within the shroud of the heartless,
soulless cold and icy mist.
The light show erupts with a fulgent blast.
Fractals zooming out clash fast, aghast!
Ears pulsating frog-marching to be in tune,
with lights blinding, flashing a sonic boom.
It's a psychedelic reverie, a kaleidoscope of screams!
My head hurts, my brain implodes with dreams
spued up from explosions in surround-sound streams.
I want it to stop, but I love the extraordinary
Way I'm stretched, spaced-out, ablaze and glary.
Reflecting the chaos on my face and body
that's contorted to a gaudy, bawdy, disemboweled anti-body.
As the year ends with Christmas time merry,
the sun-soaked days fade out in festive air
at the edge of star-studded sky glary.
The merriment scene drapes with stellar flair,
as God’s only son amongst us descends,
and shimmers in our soul with divine glare.
Tune of church bells and carol never ends,
the rhythm heralding His gracious coming,
the message of benevolence He sends.
Portals of our minds open like bird’s wing,
the essence of His kindness we perceive,
fill the vase of devotion for the king.
The darkness of our soul His light will cleave
as Christmas arrives bright with happy time,
hearts float in divine aura we receive.
He glows like pole star in our wanton life,
as the year ends with Christmas time merry,
we see heavenly path paved beyond strife,
at the edge of star-studded sky glary.
Garden Fairy Bright and Glary
Garden fairy bright and glary
Your floral displays glow
With velvet irises kisses
Having you stood on tippy-toe
Where glorious irises grow.
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24th May 2023
Mother Goose Grows Up Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
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Nursery rhyme chosen to grow up is…
Mary, Mary Quite Contrary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row
And pretty maids all in a row.
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Kangaroos bounce lower
for tis the season
some roo laze on their backs
smoke electric cigarettes
Green moments
are discovered in Antarctica
Give your thanks America
give us your huddled elves
your heaving tinsel mountains
sprinkle all our glary nights
Wild-eyed are the rug-rats
they expect a baby-born
one bearing gifts from Toyland
alas alack the three wise guys
took a wrong left in the sand
and found themselves Outback
they waltz now around the billabongs
seeking the vapor trails of large marsupials
and they, the Aussie big boppers
the hoppers, are just chilling
unwilling to face more festive day's
nor shovel up or scoop
yet more reindeer poop
glary summer sun
a low, passionate clouds rolls
betrayed by the skies
blinding summer sun
a dense, passionate clouds rolls
in spite of the skies
8/29/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
glary aurora MOTH FLYS
glary aurora
why a soft, tiny moth flies
flickering at bay
8/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021 ©
enter the wood, end of the day
deep deep reverb, everywhere
eerie sound from between the trees
from bowels of earth, around the sky
then chilling stillness, flee or stay?
thump thump! disturb the very air
flurried dance, the following breeze
as yowls of mirth personify
monsters lurk and skulk, hide away
blink blink, acerbic scary stare
belly scales grow knobbly knees
fat jowls of girth, the fleshy eye
children scamper, fierce games they play
beat beat, why curb their merry dare ?
carefree clamber through ill-at-ease
with howls of worth they yelp and cry
fungi feast while dank leaves decay
sleep sleep superb in fairy lair
life poking head, no guarantees
where scowls give birth, when dreams do die
look up beyond where branches sway
squeak squeak perturb the glary glare
past hazy stars, the " Pleiades "
night ghouls of dearth by radar fly
Defrocked yachts on moorings in the bay
Pull at tethers like dogs yearning for a walk
The ruffled blue waters, rippling white glary glints
Sea of sparkles, gentle tiny flashing lights like town twinkling at night.
Listen closely as the bobbling yachts creak, groan, rock and lilt
Whispering and murmuring sea shanties to each other.
Hoist the main, unfurl the jib
Drop the mooring rope, unleash the boat to sail.
Horses loves to run, sailboats loves to sail
Straining, heeling over, yielding to wind
But contriving to trick the wind to grab its power
To drive the yacht forward through the sea.
The waves are sliced through, and surface waters parted
As the sailboat flings delightfully forward
Relishing the sail, frolicking with crew
Sailing free on true blue waters
With true and steady winds, that blew and blew on blue all day.
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