BROODING IMAGINATIONS-:-
intense
sadness
unfulfilled
solitude
evaluated
in a RENEWED INTEREST
distict
harbingers
visualised
positional
shifts
& SPARK OFF
internal
growing
moods
occluding
continuity
There’s beauty in imagining great things;
It lights our dark future with hope-filled dreams ~
Visions of peasants ordained to be kings,
And plebeians crowned as queens, so it seems.
It charts dream paths lit by elegant beams.
Imagination hears each scarecrow's groans;
It squeezes water from dry desert stones.
It digs deep oceans in hot desert sand,
Lifting us from known realms to worlds unknown,
Where minds may wander due to no command.
It’s real hopes that imagination brings,
With peace of mind when sane minds reign supreme,
With thoughts that glide without the need for wings—
Yet still give false hopes life may not redeem.
Attention! Attention!! Attention!!!
Take note, be aware
As we rewind it, let me remind you
What was your aspirations
When you were a kid?
Did you achieve it?
Are you still on it or forgone?
Another reminder, without rewinding
Are you dreaming or having vivid imaginations??
If it's when you're sleeping at night
Wake up, it's an illusion
It's a collection of your thoughts
During the day
The inner man always alert
Rewinding and reminding while sleeping.
If it's vivid imagination
Getup and make way
Imagination
Without action is an illusion
But with actions reality is attained.
The word ‘romance,’ according to the dictionary
means excitement, adventure, and something extremely real.
Romance should last a lifetime.
—Billy Graham
Imbibing Imaginations
In my deepest fantasies, you don’t belong
tethered to a buoy, singing that siren song.
Bring your flute and kisser, near, nearer, Dear.
Swim with me through deep sea caves; don’t fear.
You’ve moistened your instrument, your lips.
Now that you have a tail too, let’s practice flips.
I glisten like diamonds, my hair is ruby; sea green eyes
stare at you, as now, you appear muscular; in disguise.
We ride the aquamarine tides, in folds of fire coral, draped.
With only our imbibing imaginations - from reality, escaped.
Tales of, mer-lads and -lass, regenerating legs in flutter kicks.
Move in close, closer, Dear; taste my moist and salty lips.
I’m always with you in deepest fantasies; lady of mystery
will unmask, unwind, adventure with you; a lifetime history.
Should we tell the sea creatures what we have been hiding?
It is the secret of a long marriage; in one man’s pecs, abiding.
Sometimes it feels that
Waves have ensnared in my mind
But at some glance,that
Waves are screaming in my head
The nights be embracing me
With coldy sorrows of breeze
My hands be welcoming the sea with
Open hands seeking for fresh breeze
These my imaginations
Has reached its destinations
But some more shore are waiting
So forced my heart and sinew for depart
But somewhere it is still in the shore
Waiting for my arrival
Vain imaginations, like clouds in the sky
Darkening my vision, and causing me to lie
Down, oh pride, and vain conceits, I say
Clear the way for truth, and chase the shadows away
Unbelief, the thief, that steals my hope away
I cast you out, and choose to trust and pray
For faith to arise, and doubts to fade like night
As I stand on promises, and hold on to His light
Confusion, oh confusion, you twist and turn
But I will not be swayed, for I know what I learn
The truth sets me free, and brings clarity to sight
I cast down confusion, and choose to stand in the light
Double-mindedness, a heart divided no more
I choose to serve the Lord, and walk through the door
Of single-minded devotion, with purpose and grace
Leaving behind the doubts, and embracing His holy face
I cast down these foes, and choose to stand tall
In the power of His might, I conquer the wall
Of vain imagination, unbelief, confusion, and strife
I choose to walk in faith, and abundant life
If only I could take you on a tour
To the worlds that my brain has built
And show you the lives I live
The colors I paint my walls with
The stories I draft on my brain cells
The places I travel to
And the places that I create inside it
Would you have understood me, maybe.
~I saw what I saw with my heart and yet my eyes bleeds with tears of doubt
2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
SURREAL IMAGINATIONS
painted dreams
flamboyant&
intricate
marbled into
subtle hues
emotional power
somewhat discordant
intertwined
in
radical innovation
ravishing
rhythmic atmospheres
vapour
floating in air
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
The black and white devil clouds,
Becomes true beauty for me.
The sweetest vioce of singing birds,
Becomes a Song for me.
The stable leaves and branches of still trees,
Becomes high flying Birds for me.
Imagination beautifully colours your life,
Like a Heaven with all great vibes.
We can survive in imagination,
We can live in imagination.
We can roar in imagination,
We can die in imagination.
We sometimes like or hate imagination,
But imaginations never comes to the end till our death.
"Like the silence that screams, cursing solitude
... whispers of faith sing patiently with prayers"
Regina McIntosh
IMAGINATIONS OF SOLITUDE
The scream, his palms unleashing Danse Macabre.
The sinister skeletons tapping digits
against the ebon glow of candelabra.
The sinister skeletons tapping digits.
Ten bore into his human brain, the echoes
of full violin’s disquieted widgets.
Ten bore into his human brain. The echoes
releasing...releasing a wing and a pray’r -
elongated shadowbrush of El Greco.
Releasing...releasing a wing and a pray’r,
those fierce flexuous hues - the Spirit of grace.
The phantasm flees - a disturbed boneyard despairs.
Those fierce flexuous hues - the Spirit of grace.
His countenance resounding to see God’s face.
1/28/2021
HEARTS UNIVERSE
SPONSOR: REGINA MCINTOSH
HMS - 11 syllables each line
Painting The Scream by Edvard Munch
Stretch, hold, sketch, fetch, etch, told fletch gold.
Paint ink quaint, wait, kink, late link.
PAINT INK QUAINT, WAIT, KINK, LATE LINK.
STRETCH, HOLD, SKETCH, FETCH, ETCH, TOLD,
FLETCH GOLD.
Flow, brush, know glow, grow, rush, slow woe.
See, look, gee took me, shook free book.
STRETCH, HOLD,, SKETCH, FETCH, ETCH, TOLD,
FLETCH GOLD.
Hang art slang yang, sprang dart sang heart.
Lightening and thunder striking ruinously
Thou I'm shocked but not lost
After all I'm free from horror
Beautiful and glittering roses beckon
Thou I didn't succumb to that mystery of bad icon
Nippy raindrops roll on me while I'm roaming in a dim world
I'm frighten by emotions of fear and knot by sadness
I think I'm in a wolf land with tears rolling down the corner of my eyes
I'm mystify when I see unknown lights and I believe I'm in darkness
wonders of wonders
glorious greatness golden
imaginations
I see it now wow
promises grander so pure
imaginations
open up your mind
get involved with your dreams now
imagine you do
6/23/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Hugh lived inside imaginations maze.
The fire-breathing monster marked her game.
Her lion’s head and serpent’s tail she’d raise.
While gazing in his eyes, hot breath took aim.
Each glance beyond his window was the same.
Mosaic thoughts traversed inside his brain.
No guardian from Heaven ever came.
Reality was warped by terror’s chain.
Distorted visions horrified his heart.
Colossal dreams, unwanted, took control.
And at midnight dark clouds of evil start.
Yet never could caregivers soothe his soul.
His loving wife, his angel, doctors said.
She in the garden walked and talked with him
Delirium his diagnosis read.
The outlook for his future seemed so grim.
At quiet times, his monsters liked to tread.
Chimera often came in one big blast.
His sanctuary feared not evil’s dread.
But when his doctor saw, he was aghast.
Two guardians from Heaven joined the show.
With flaming sword one struck Chimera’s face.
He flipped her on her back and struck death’s blow.
They flew away with Hugh leaving no trace.
2/16/2017
Written for Nayda Ivette Negron’s Poetry Contest: Chimera World
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