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The Last Night in July I think

The Last Night in July

(I think)
by Evelyn Aimarie

It is the last night in July
(I think)
And this pink Moscato tastes like you.

Memories dance to the sound of crickets chirping,
Their legs rubbing bottle brush bristles
against my brain,
Scratching an itch I didn’t know I had.

I think I will call it—
Childhood,
Memory?

Lightning bugs rave in succession,
Primordial neighbor to the procession.

Release.

The wine harmonizes—
Honeysuckle exposed, sunray-damp.
Heat lightning remembrance, relative air.
Even the starlight lingers,
Pressing the mother Sun’s legacy of heat
into the blanket of the night sky.

Pulsing,
Sweat-drop breeze,
Kissing my lips sloppily but with a softness.

Like fingertips across my face,
Frizzing my hair like the hands of lovers—
And I exhale my heartless day
Into the musical

Of the last night in a small town, Southern July—
(I think.)

Zenith Of Godliness

The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements, 
suffused supremely with the aspects of devout spirit
within the transcendent trinity of heart, mind and soul.

Beneath the sensitive surface of mortal perception, 
my heart resonates the silent cadence of inner intent,
modulated by the inspiring melody of awareness, 
that harmonizes with the concerto of awakening.

Under the multi-layered lattice of the architect mind,
the soul at the immeasurable meditative depth, 
where consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
enduringly reflects the preeminence of heavenly glow.

Beneath the serene facade of rippling feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images 
on the fleeting screen of spiritual mindfulness,
transmitted inward to set the soul on divine flight.

Released from the psychic clasp of karmic destiny,
my essence transcends the limits of time and space. 
The intent to embrace the realm of perpetual peace
arouses my soul to ascent to the zenith of godliness.

IN ANOTHER REALITY

         



The bird can bet
on a flight career with the plane
only by affinity...

The fish can teach the ship
how to pass through the detour
without loss of quality...

Just as a child
can teach the adult
not to doubt so much,
and not to lose hope...

The path does the same
as the river... the waterfall
when it falls without fear,
teaches the water, 
beautiful acrobatics...

The wave, teaches the sea
 how to play...
the tide teaches the sea
to come and go without risk...

Almost at the same pace,
time puts life in step,
life takes time in its stride,
or the opposite happens...

Thus everything harmonizes...
real or unreal journey,

the song of man
becomes a friend in a gentle breeze...

and happiness becomes the poet's
delirious girlfriend...!

Timber Said The Worm

The fall is a tremor; its song - weaves past trees
to listening animals. Earth hears every - echo,
from leaves scattered by fate - to bones - turned
hollow reeds - that surrender their cadence.

The ancients bark louder - echoing the wisdom,
of the cosmos: that - life is not a possession
but a resonance, a frequency that harmonizes the disparate threads of the ever-unfolding tapestry.

beatings HEARTS HARMONIZES CELESTIAL RHYTHM

The beatings of our hearts
 harmonizes with the celestial rhythm
 of Elohim
 Creator’s words, 
spoken from His mind 
and articulated through our vocal cords.

8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©

When I Breathe You In

When I sleep,
when I awake,
Your abiding Spirit
is within me.
And when I breathe
You in,
all the universe of
creation harmonizes.

Yeshua, I feel Your
love always,
Todah, El Olam.
When I weep,
when I dream,
the fire of testimony
of Your enduring salvation
as Your words are
within me.

And when I breathe
You in,
Yeshua, my Yeshua,
I feel Your 
love always,
shalom from
the God of Israel. ~

Bring In

Bring in the din of children's cries
    the kin of family ties
    the chagrin of forgiven woe betides.
Let in the breeze of summer skies
    the wherein where laughter resides
    the grin of warm welcoming smiles.
Dial in the joys of compromises
    that the peacemaker devises
    to hide all conflicts with disguises.
Ring in the calls to claim the prizes.

'All In' for all is the call, 
which harmonizes.

Rosalie

“Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
A contrast of beauty, with a saturation of rufescent 
What every heart intercepts when they have reminisces
which never transcends herself when she is mistakened of fluorescences
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
She harmonizes one's life, with her humility of delight 
Yet her dashing aspects are remarkable in light   
For not once she palettes a stage of fright  
Rosalie, oh Rosalie! 
When she lifts the flushed rose to her blushed rubescent lips 
The curtains of the heavens began to lift  
for her chastity is for what relieves rift bids 
Rosalie, oh, Rosalie!
She enriches one’s future, 
She diminishes their past, 
She lives her present; from beginning to last
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!  
Her spikes are what prick one’s heart
So emancipating apart 
Which devotion comparts 
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!
Is she not just a hallucination of humanity's  delusions? 
Or is it just  component of revolution; 
So ruinous of this only luminescence of faith 
Or might it be something to only recall my presence  late?
Rosalie, oh Rosalie!”

Music; Heard When In Love, True Love

One connecting medium
To know the Divine.
Harmonizes, enraptured
The hearts. Yours and mine.

One link, all the universe
To whom regulates
Through His angels, the movements
Of souls. Stellar fates.

Soul Adrift

A jubilant tenacious boy harmonizes melodiously along.
He continues smiling often to everyone with an open heart.
Passing times dotage, him proudly akin to the sweetest song.
Growing into a tall strong man, the world is his bounty he can have it all.
Darkness overstretches a dirty hand to this once blissful boy.
Rather than to pursue a dream of anything possible, the man does fall.
The light of hope shines in the corner for him to pursue.
One can wish upon the stars for strong boy to become the strong man and find joy.

Fulcrum of Life

mainstay life fulcrum
     that harmonizes all systems
        light, warmth flaming sun

By the Lake of the Half-Moon

Tulips and lilies never smelled
so fragrantly inebriating
by the lake of the half-moon,
I sense the ineffable mystery
of an alluring and serene evening;
remote breezes so unforeseen
and unquestionably redolent
slightly touch the motionless surface
of the silvery and bluish lake so comely
and limpid while drowsy oaks and spruces
sway their long and thick branches...
as if silence were an act of reverence!

In the deserted town strangely
someone sits on the bend of the lake
of the half-moon as he stares
at the luminescent Northern Star
striking the strings of his guitar
with his skilled, young fingers...
suddenly everything harmonizes
with his beautifully played melody,
but he's so amazed by the splendor of the lake
of the half-moon that he doesn't hesitate
to join the invisible nightingales to praise
the indubitable presence of the Creator!

A Love Poem

Exploding across the page
In a whisper of grace
Silence echoes brilliant rays
Of compassion, faith
That seeks a way to pray
For the answers 
To praise – for the way
Realized with inspirations
Contentment coloring words
Inked with crimson smoke
Misting the emptiness
Created by the need for
A caress of tender belief
In heavenly harmony
Winking in starlight’s twinkle
Glistening flash of joy
Where attraction meets
The One – the One who knows
Love is the answer 
Wherever you are
Wherever you go
Love is the answer
The hope, the knowing
The warmth, the glowing
Thought that harmonizes
With compassion and dreams
The miracle of believing
Breathed into the face
Of the one who listens
To God’s gift of wisdom

Encounter With Imagination

Feeling that glow in the heart, tender reflections of simplicity, in profound silence, such tranquility ,flowers upon this page. Sentence by sentence the lustre of a grateful mind, a ray of sunshine through a dark cloud.
From this confusion, the mosaic of ideas harmonizes, delineated and etched as a pattern of thought, a ribbon of inspiration settles as a verse.
The image becomes a phrase minimalist in flavour,these syllables become a form. A phrasis of verse out of my mind’s eye to light bonfires of imagination in another’s. The enigmatic and ephemeral,naked and ashamed lie here for all to see and hear.A monumento moment,the very motion of my being,singularly my own.


Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013

Prose Poem Painting

Shafts of light pierce the gloom inspiration speak Those pictures in the mind paint my private space A well within-images, in the mind dreams and visions and things not known. in visualised expression rivers,rivers stream from my mind spring forth images,to find Within the soul of my experience Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy, waiting the warmth of encouragement lay dormant, seeking inspiration's light From this confusion, the mosaic of ideas harmonizes, First an outline,then in silhouette,each unique line,a perceptible signature, and more personal than diary.This spontaneity releases the extrovert squeezed out as rain in an arid world Artistic inspiration paints itself., .A confusion then evolves into the particular scattered here and there,colours everywhere. succinct,complete of itself, never to be reproduced it stays unique,of me,for all  to see

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