In the Odyssey of curling bloom,
The void lying within goes inerasable
Even though the means used are fragile enough
Yet, unable to detach complexity
Yet, unable to fulfill the felicity
of constructing those curling blooms, contented & voidless
Is stability indeed a coffin?
Or maybe it's more of a sin?
Or maybe, I lose and Life always wins
But I'll continue till the gap gets thin
No matter if it sheds off my skin
The void will surely departure if it's so much of spin
Or maybe , It'll not
Maybe that's the plot
Then I'll make use of the dots
On those tiny leftovers, isn't it now a lot?
Is there anything I still forgot?
But, I guess it's all what I've got
so as to fulfill the felicity
of constructing those curling blooms, contented & voidless
The void will surely departure if it's so much of prop
Or maybe, It'll not
Or maybe, It'll never
No matter whatever
The only thing that exists forever!
Categories:
inerasable, art, conflict, confusion, cry,
Form: Free verse
I am not an angel, I know; I am a frail being.
Feeble, frangible, brittle, and breakable; self-fleeing
Like a glass or like a bone china vessel, breakable
Weakness has taken hold of me with strength unshakable
A tinge of innocence, yet, embedded by the divine
Is still sticking into the cores of my inner shrine...
Like an age-old yew surviving any weird wild weather
With leaves and fruits resembling rainbow-hued peacock feather
Like an antique rock holding itself tight under the earth
From the moment, as a pebble, it had taken its birth
This pristine purity sticks to me like a chroma.
Of a florally farm-fresh, inerasable aroma...
My thoughts, words, and deeds flow from this flawless, crystal-clear stream.
In forms of love and truth in day-to-day life, this does gleam.
Jasmine! Lavender! Pure white tulip, lotus, or lily
Nothing could ever comprehend this purity fully
I wear it. This wears me, rather. This is my existence.
Without this gem nothing in this wide world makes any sense...
Categories:
inerasable, innocence,
Form: Rhyme
I preserve all words
as precious stones,
in the inerasable throat
of my affective memory... !
Categories:
inerasable, allusion, analogy, appreciation, extended
Form: Light Verse
HURT FEELINGS SCARLET LETTER
How am I suppose to be better
When you wrote me this scarlet letter
All those hurtful words you've said
Every letter was capitalized in red
Hurting feelings
How am I suppose to forgive
When I'm a sinner from the crib
Now that I'm born again
Repentive sworn in love arms open
Feelings hurting
I must forgive those transgressions
Your hurtful inerasable letters
All those hurtful words you've said
Every letter was capitalized in red
All those hurtful words you've said
Every letter was capitalized in red
Now I feel and I've forgiven better
You who wrote me this scarlet letter
6/03/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Categories:
inerasable, absence, adventure, feelings, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
Character
If ever I will reach my pension of all ages
And leave the town, where I a teacher was,
My heart will – if they pay my wages,
Be stamped a lot, like in a pass.
Even the youngest child that ever markings made,
Its inerasable mark on every edge;
Some marks a mortal never will translate.
Character, children, no more than a scratch.
So be it – But I really get upset,
If pedagogues do talk in ways that one too bad
Of what a teacher only children gives.
God willing – He will give to all the classes
A stamp that’s good or bad in all their passes:
For it is he who owns a thousand stamps and lives.
Translation (!) of Ida Gerhardt's Sonnetten van een leraar 32 into an English Sonnet by RienB (2014)
Categories:
inerasable, teacher,
Form: Sonnet
I am a book
with a cover of glitter and gold
an object of pure admiration
a character that's bold
a glamorous entity
a star about to unfold,
but you cant see through me
and my story is untold.
If you took off my covers
then what would you see
my page of black and a soul
that's not free,
bound by threads they captivate me.
The early chapters of the tale
depict an inerasable past,
chiseled out by misfortune over
which sorrow is cast,
so, to cover up the pain I wear
my glittery mask,
it's so very easy, I smile
and make the smile last.
But when I trow away the covers
that I so craftily mould,
and forget about my mask that's
worn out and old,
and cant find all the warmth in a
race that's so cold,
that will then be my rebirth and
my story retold.
Categories:
inerasable, introspection
Form: Free verse
It’s not my fault, he shouted that night
when rain speared the ground like stinging arrows
caged his bony figure with endless streaks
and dragged the guilt from his bloody hands.
I’m not to blame, he said that summer
when the sun was a sticky pool on his dark cap
that shaded the light and hid his eyes
and wrenched a secret pain on his weathered face.
You have no proof, he muttered that day
when the jeering world threw him clasps of metal
to chain about his scarred wrists and feed on
and circle the arrowheads lodged into his soul.
I will show no shame, he wept that night
when he lay poached in a box of darkness
that strangled him with leathery hands
and wrote upon his brow an inerasable damn.
Categories:
inerasable,
Form: I do not know?
Memories pass me by
Within blink of an eye
Tears urge me to cry
Breath holds as I say goodbye
Thoughts fill my brain
Face filled with tears stain
Lips smile with ocean of pain
Breath holds as I say good bye again
To you my love my day and my night
An inerasable part of my life
Ill live like this ill cry Ill die
After I wish you a warm goodbye
Categories:
inerasable, loss, lost loveme,
Form: I do not know?
As children with dreams of fighting for a cause,
to be a part of a greater good
they enter into the armed forces.
Unknowing of the sources of real battle scars,
they eagerly serve with pride, honor and heart.
Many may never see action, but the sounds
and possibly the afflicted that they see
leave a permanent mark, inerasable
in the hallows of their minds and hearts.
For those that do return, unaffected physically,
think not that they can acclimate easily,
for their scars have more depth,
more discerning qualities, that left untreated
may fester into a soldiers self demise.
Look not past their eyes and salute.
Salute them and look into their eyes
allowing them the knowledge
that we welcome them home with pride
and more importantly, with care.
For a soldier may be strong and tested,
but the heart of a victim may be fragile.
Categories:
inerasable, people, warmay,
Form: Free verse
Nothing left to write,
Something is just not right
I wait inside a conscience state
These words taunting me;
Once again caught by their inerasable bait
Searching for an external inspiration,
One revealed without the slightest sense of hesitation
There is nothing here but confusion,
Like waiting on a train at the station,
Without a schedule, there’s an uneasy sensation
Still the rider must get to their final destination
Just as the writer can’t wait on an explanatory factor,
To explain the cause, for this pause
Writers block is a dangerous place,
For a writer it can set a disaster pace
On a road were thoughts are sure to be erased,
Words cannot be replaced,
When placed by grace
To make a smile come upon your face
For that, a true writer has no disgrace
Categories:
inerasable, imagination, inspirational, on work
Form: Verse