My passion is the happy fervor
That covers and moves the lever
I heard an exciting, silent flaming
To warn me about this mine anxiety
And its eyes have all the flaming
On that day my soul grew arousal
and the brainwaves never zesting
and its eyes have all the flaming
The spree seemed happy exclaiming
Not but my thought yet stilled remaining
in there stepped a flammable insight
Only this and heated horrors
I crave the scorched, splintery stimulus
Poundings of my thoughts series
I threw my illumination upon the floor
Satan stool in front of the prison door
I crave the illuminated, illuminating intimacy
While I pondered, excitatory and more
what could there be more purely offshore?
Demon angel
Take thy illuminator from out my heart
those the turmoil, 'Minded the Ecuador!'
Mentor, mentor!
And the troubles never layering
and so the good angel you came gently clattering
Get thee behind me Satan bravo, bravo
11/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Categories:
illuminator, analogy, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Pastoral
Devoid of old qualms and ruing sigh
Wing your arc for purer stratum high,
Past's mortal morsels I urge forsake
For dainty victuals sage angels take.
As mighty Retribution's brooms sweep
Away avarices that now huddled weep,
Your best plume beyond trite ethers ply
Into loftier climes where finer eagles fly.
Viral cloud your heaven-sent comrade is
If you’ll hit hardest with no goofing miss,
And task your swiftest flappers out of Old
Woods into pristine joys of the New World.
Eternal Kindness her illuminator holds
To undim cumuli's ill-bivouacked folds,
And Divine Treasury total expense pays
Till the last of your wise-wayfaring days.
Soar whilst sagest angels' soirée lasts,
As fierce Retribution's viral cloud casts
Nebulous guiles to outsmart hardy foes,
And Kindness her aiding flickers throws.
Categories:
illuminator, adventure, allegory, allusion, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
Fractured thoughts
invade
leaving impressions:
Word read; your name said;
golden sunbath on country grass.
A million dollar smile invites, "Stay awhile."
Echo's voice
nearer your ghost.
Love's name,
passion flame of wanton desire,
My Lucien,
ignites your claim.
Body ablaze,
heart to cinders
sifting through ash memories
leaving of embers-
shadows darkening.
Night calls as light falls.
Yet glimpses appear,
brilliantly clear,
'twixt is and was
with no clear cause
or logical reason;
my darkened light of every seasons.
Categories:
illuminator, dark, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Eyelids dance in a world obscured
Fabricating illusions we will seek
Like the melody of an unforgettable song
It's conception buried in the deep
Visions of his eyes
The tone of her skin
Is the one they see a dream
Or something clearly impinged
His laugh and the curve of his lips
Sun-touched highlights in her hair
Are they fabled reveries or
Unconscious aspects by which we compare
She longed for his tender ways
He wanted for her seducing dance
A distant memory that was never lived
A dream within a dream perchance
We're looking for things we've never known
In someone we've never met
For this we cry and bow our knees
A joining of halves that must connect
And if by some miracle of fate
These two dreamers paths do cross
By no visible nor unseen force
Could ever unjoint loves intercourse
The Dream Maker
In some majestic space resides
The famed and masterful slumber illuminator
Arranging the destiny of lives
For Rick, the love of my life!
Categories:
illuminator, dream, love, relationship,
Form: Quatrain
Between a flowering hedge
and garden path illuminator,
an ancient ritual unfolds.
In motion, her fascinating legs
are silver lit and busy as they knit
a geometric circle.
Perfect, concentric as she navigates
in the half light, it glows unfolding
from her orb, ready to be touched
by morning dew.
Circular, suspended in light from
outer edge to inner circle
she rests at last within its centre.
Taut to each claw a strand is fixed.
Death will come tonight for
some unsuspecting creature
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Categories:
illuminator, death, nature,
Form: Free verse
I write of art that stupefies,
I, who would immortalize new fire, new reflection...
one that weaves a thread of elegance,
who does not make of smoldering solitude
a shill for anyone who passes by.
Dare I presume to extirpate the dross
that my own vision fines?
Yet while with every pungent spadeful, I would violate the earth
and lay it quivering upon its virgin breast?
Show me that tentative, exploring light
that your own grace imparts,
that gift you have of offering faint pictures
of the gods you see...
of leaving finger trails upon my body,
indelible, effable.
With your spirit, write the words
upon a spirit slate that time will not corrupt,
for with you who are my mirrored flesh and breath
united, I may now descry,
my mother, daughter, illuminator
of Almighty God.
~
Categories:
illuminator, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Exposed, thou... Moon
Where you live, I dwell
Distinctly... for I am that man
Banqueting on your cheese
Illuminator of night
I remain under your watch
As long as time is measured
Categories:
illuminator, funny, imagination, nature, time,
Form: Free verse