Poetic verses manifest,
for there is beauty unattained.
We yearn for distant, lofty skies;
for floating, contemplative clouds,
and souls that overflow the eyes.
Combustive, nameless hankerings
revitalize our sluggish hearts,
prolonging our linguistic cruise.
Forever, we anticipate
precise vocabulary hues.
All we possess is poetry
to hold on to our heavenly
infatuation with the world,
for poetry has always been
the herald of eternity.
Basis for Hope: Planed Aim Hope Dreams Of
Hope desire wished on expectation something desired;
Optimism longing yearning craving awaiting hankerings expected anticipate
Perspective confidence in the future aspiration ambitions
Expectation of trust, confidence wish for wishful desires
11/26/22/
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Raise an anthem to them
The torrentuos folks in their prime
Take your pen in hands
Let it flow freely on a book
Write of the bliss and diss
Of youthful ardour for piety
Amidst the daily hectic hustle
In the bustling scuffling heat of day
There lies an inner eager yearns
In every true born Indian yauvan
Gayatri Mantri, Gayatri Mantri
They head straight to their daily prayers
Though the heart do slide (a vile) at time,
The bonds of home do guide it back
With words to remind of karma's pine
And Brahma's doctrine of Samara
The heart again is set aright
The prime of life is set to lie
Om Bhur bhuva swaha
They chant so well their prayers
In all the many lofty hankerings
The youthful yen for love and life,
And the longings of a sense of belonging
Can never with its seeming grandeur
Stray the Indian's prime from faith
~ Faith
The calendar counts the weeks and months of COVID.
Yet, every pensive daybreak I am granted that for which I never asked.
Of course, suffering sickness and death tolls are endlessly morbid.
Still, my morning strolls find dazzling nooks where wonder is unmasked.
Plentiful pansies splash passion rainbows over meadowlands unrequited.
Common Windmill palm trees display fan palms like broad hands.
Neighborhood lawns spawn hankerings for cornucopias delighted.
Each new day contains unique complexions, signature ambient wavebands.
I am an animal of textures, but the relentless pandemic compels tactile chill.
By what right am I awarded these winsome private moments on each stroll?
Rain drums on the roof like an invocation, and I touch the palpable thrill.
Nature’s rhythms are carried on wings of monarchs and in the birth of a tadpole.
At last, I am not alone but connected to rugged bluffs and smooth beaches.
Finally, I realize without these endowments, existence would be impossible.
I am meant to discover all the simple prodigious self-ordering reaches.
In understanding them, I see no beginning or end, only that I am tangible.
eerie vision vied
pluming perforated plights
dark dribbles dug
masticating munching mug
hoisted hankerings smothered
felon zeal fostered
moaning mist cloned
thorn ocean thrown
gloating gaunt glows
salient shaver sucked
la-de-da lures lust
wielded wits gulped
airy alakazam ailed
porous pupils' plight
'20:05:13:18:47
Note: Of porous perception.
waning wits smirked
vying voluptuous verge
meagre mood metamorphose
saucy spell's sauce
hoisted hankerings hummed
pruning punctured pukes
dark dribbles dazed
rusty reels raved
rusticating riff's creates
lanky lusts birthed
callous crisps cremated
crunched crescendos hibernated
crumbling contractions cruised
bursting busty bruise.
'20:05:01:18:32
Note: of harassed ambiguity.
felon fate fostered
feigning flimsy clusters
voluptuous verge drown
cremating callous clown
dark dribbles birthed
hampered hankerings hoisted
moaning mists raved
foiling rusty rage
wanky will wailed
meagre moans masticated
voluptuous vying hibernated
bruised bugs perfected
porous pulses oozed
tracing taunted tune.
'20:04:29:19:15
Note: Of voluptuous verge.
pulpy passion puked
perforating punctured view
dark dances dripped
hoisted crippled hankerings
sassy seals spent
salient sieves etched
wanky wits wept
damping callous crest
beauty politics belched
dark diminuendo drooled
nocturnal nauseated clue
saucy syllables stool
felon fate's fostered
vying voluptuous triggers.
'20:03:20:13:22
Note: Dedicated to Aristotle.
hoisted hankerings puke
nauseating vying view
lofty lust yawns
puncturing pulpy lawn
twain tainted tune
mystic melody prune
rusty riffs blush
under octave's touch
callous crescendoes' crush
smirking pitch pitches
gaunt glissando clinches
birthing sumptuous A6
tuning atmosphere tenses
malady melts music.
'20:01:30:06:18
skipping zeal shuddering
spanking fostered feelings
la-de-da limbs lurching
dark dances drooling
felon weight whooshing
blushing bills crushes
hoisted hankerings puking
nocturnal nosing nauseating
hideous fate fiddling
mystic melody moaning
callous crest crumbling
lake crest leering
saucy stance stooling
dreamy diminutions dispersing.
'20:01:23:05:07
daedal delight dangling
saucy skirmish smoldering
dainty dark drooling
nauseating punctured puking
of salient smirk
la-de-da limbs lurched
buckled bills boasting
lanky lust lustrating
felon feast fondling
eyes etched'n fear
hoisted hankerings' shear
taunted thrill tears
punctured parley pulses
wielded wild whooshing.
20:01:13:00:16
tactic twain trudging
eerie earth moaning
gaunt goddesses grooving
per punctured feelings
on hoisted hankerings
seeped'n salient scrunchies
then mystic metamorphosis
by bully bewitched
callous crest castrating
foil fates fostering:
fighting fortune furiously
nocturnal nature spilled
callous chaos's combustion
war met leisure.
20:01:08:10:08
~Note~ Inspired by Rosalind, Celia and Touchstone's arguments about Fortune and Nature as goddesses. I thereby present a fight between them. They'll keep contending though. No one to lose to the other.
From William Shakespeare's "As You like It".
eerie earth moaning
tainted soles trudging
salient strife smirking
lofty lust lurching
damped desires drooling
heightened hoisted hankerings
daedal dusts dangling
callous contractions cussing
smothered zeals scrunching
apt auras oozing
spooky silhouettes sealing
rustic rays belching
whosing wind wielding
all tiers tearing!
19:12:07:10:12
Some saw a clinging troll,
others the saccharine flesh
of a dark love.
The mother loomed over his brow,
swaddled his senses.
Each day, the boy
stumbled further from that
too loving embrace.
He grew ill-formed in mind
by the cloy of her.
Young girls recoiled,
older girls, twisted rumors
into strings and taboo nets,
kept a bundle
of ticklish images close.
He played no games with boys;
he 'was' the game they played.
Their kicks curled him
around contorted hankerings.
His mother drew out
the threads of guilt she had planted.
As puberty gnawed,
she trembled to fashion
her substance inside of him.
To closet him alone
into her needful passions.
She made herself the hollow
at his center.
until her abnormal demands
drove him into a toolshed
where he had now to choose,
between either an axe or a hammer.
Humpty Dumpty had no yolk
As oft implied to younger folk.
This hatched idea in oviform
Should never have become the norm.
And so, before it is too late
I mean to set the record straight.
For Humpty was a tortoise bold
With hankerings to break the mould.
‘Why should it be?’ he’d often sigh
‘That we chelonians cannot fly?’
With lofty thoughts, aerodynamic
He climbed the wall – no sign of panic.
His oak-leaf wings in ten-fold ply
Assured success in his mind’s eye
But birds in flight looked on in dread
Knowing too well what lay ahead!
It's great to hold high aspirations
But best to know one’s limitations!
Now Humpty is content to roam
At leisure in his mobile home.
THE MYSTERY OF HUMPTY DUMPTY CONTEST
05/07/18
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