Racing through fields with budding hyacinths
The wind mushes my hair, stroking my nape
As cicadas hum out to me of life's grandeur,
That I pause pause as bouyant brooks ebb:
Around me the thrall of Earth Mother
Replays tales of seasons we lead...
Together we are one, listening kindly
Amid creation's songs without question
Until night's refrain gradually ends :
Here I pirouette beneath tiara of hills,
Moistened clay tickling my feet
While fragrant air peals of joy and agony
That ancient forest rocks spill a roll...
I gaze back... a rosy twinkle on my lips
Sighs...how intangible can my tangible world
Speak of nature's eternal flow and eclipses,
Awakening the little girl within.
Baba baba u, ya ya yeaah yesh yea
Just because he's blinded;
Doesn't mean he can't see;
Even intangible, invisible;
This too be everso real;
Ever be real;
More abundance,
than feels
Even intangible, invisible, all things be
Baba baba u, ya ya yeaah yesh yea
You believe in air, though you can't see it;
You feel it touching you, heyyy
you receive it;
Even intangible, invisible
Though you can't see it, it's there
Though you can't see it is there
1/22/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 3026
Each day he came with a full smile and can-do attitude.
I knew he was homeless, but his other truths alluded me.
Each task I asked of him, whether involved or quick, was
another job he consistently gave his all. His education
was evident, his manners, perfect. Each payment I gave,
saw my money well spent.
One day in mid-fall, while raking leaves side by side,
a perfect moment of shared ease freed my questions.
With no hesitation, my curiosity sought its feed. I
learned he had no steadfast address, no clock or regrets
from any circumstance, but a fire to rise higher towards
bliss. He felt society not only easy, but necessary, to resist.
Smiling, he nodded towards my worn ring of heavy keys.
He shared that in his travels he had acquired three.
The first unlocked freedom designed to find key two
and three; a key to inner peace and the other to spiritual
increase. He spoke with resolute belief, “I know it’s hard
to conceive that any man owns intangible keys, much less
three, but just as your keys open possessions, mine align
by design to unlock bliss.”
Overwhelmed by his beliefs, all I did was mutely fondle my keys
She was with me, untouchable, intangible, and yet
she caressed me with her breath in an intimate way
on a balmy night in April, I shall never forget.
Patiently, I waited for shadowed clouds to fade away.
Then, I watched her gracefully moved among the stars,
a flawless goddess in chiffon, her face alabaster pale.
In resplendent light she was robed, her majesty divined.
As twilight's sapphire haze deepens on the fringe of night,
she captures my gaze with a mesmerizing hold.
At this paradisial moment, and in this Edenic place,
I am loved and loved in return with total devotion.
Able, for the first time to feel this depth of emotion,
this piety that I've never been able to express,
I confess this to the beauty hovering above me,
and in her illuminated celestial glory, she smiles.
To search for her soft glow each evening, I am fated.
Intangible love, elusive yet so strong
A feeling that can't be seen or touched
It lingers in our hearts all day long
Of its power, we can never get enough
It's like the wind, you can feel it's there
But can't quite grasp its essence so rare
It's like a flame, that burns within
A passion that never seems to dim
Intangible love, it's what makes life complete
Without it, our hearts can never truly beat
It's what connects us all, whether near or far
A bond that's unbreakable, like a shining star
So here's to intangible love, may it forever shine
May it light up our hearts and souls divine
For in its embrace, we find true happiness
A love that transcends all, and brings us endless bliss.
Mom
In every memory I have of you,
I hear a smile in your voice.
Even as my soul weeps at its loss.
Still…
After twenty years,
I tremble at the loss of home.
I look over my shoulder
looking for the comfort of you.
I wait for the reassurance of your hope,
and I flounder in
the imbalance of this world.
I never got to live This with you.
The injustice rubs at edges of my reality
Leaving rage in the wake of tragedy.
How can I ever find a balance when my center is gone?
I keep listening to your smile
whispering reassurances and lullabies.
How love is an intangible thing not trapped by time, death, nor even memory.
Your love is weaved inside me,
it blankets me in your grace.
Intangible fragments of time
dusty bits of space
Turning through finite ways,
settle the crust of days
Eons long, twilight gone,
misty things alone in place
Once a second,
stumbles across minutes,
lit by heavens rays
Wondering the halls of gods,
photons race
Burning out in optic nerves
images of fragments plays
Down in dusty rooms,
doors to infinite grace
Opening to creation, crusted in decay
Eons long,
midnight secret song,
intangible thoughts out of place….
Intangible.
6/26
This page is intentionally left blank.
It is intentional,
a deliberate attempt act of obscurity.
These are the words you are not reading.
These words do not exist.
Their appearance exists nowhere,
They are ghostly and untouchable.
They are empty invisible vessels,
Voids, absent content.
Your brain is intentionally left blank.
You only think you are thinking.
You are not thinking.
Your thoughts cannot be traced.
The mind on which you rely
cannot be found.
Your passions are intentionally left blank.
You cling to incorporeal beliefs
and judgements.
Your hopes and dreams,
Your loves and hates have no essence.
They are disembodied and intangible.
You create your own meaning
and order.
You impose it on all your blank pages.
Marceau leans on air.
His ethereal stage, a muse.
Walls and limits come and go.
Rubber, his body
knowing what it wants.
His muscle’s tale born
in luster under polished light.
Each spectator becomes a believer,
each observer willingly accepts,
how hands make intangible dimensions,
how legs scale vaporous stairways.
You should never ask what they saw.
This myth maker made by
his allegory.
This illusion maker made by
his parable.
The converts so silent in
their seats.
The stage of rollick,
while viewers undergo the idyllic.
He ends
knowing each convert summoned their
symbolic order.
He ends
relying on collective unconsciousness.
He finishes
aware his act exists
only in the mind
of each beholder.
a picturesque
extravagance,charming
unsurpassed in beauty:
the detail
smooth black
on which lightness
dwells,
then recedes
outwards,upwards
downwards
to the floor
Intangible longing
Of a fullish heart
For things past
That have been lost
To the sands of time
Never to be reborn
Never to be revisited
Gone
Dead
Past away
Never to be resurrected
From the soul, comes logic and emotion
Rationale and objectivity, Passion and belief
It's flaws of ego, arrogance, and self interest
All are self-evident dimensions of the soul
To find ground in only one, hinders only yourself
Unwritten chapters of poetry
hidden mid brick-wall blank
pages 'tween lines of history's
past grievances and faux pas,
relentless whispers of tenuous
echoes chanting unintelligibly
whilst abstruse inky passages
fade further intangible obscurity
So what single thing makes our writes so charming
If I knew, I'd be driving a Ferrari instead of this jalopy I'm parking
It's intangible they say
Choosing words to convey
Every day a new journey through life we're embarking
Home of an Intangible Heart
Do you have a heart to hard to touch?
Things keep colliding and very much
Why be out in space like a big asteroid
Or hemorrhoid that you want to avoid.
Why have some people raged and raged?
Yet enjoy and prefer things to be aged
Even if for brief time or a short stint
God is my friend and know what He meant.
I may be humble and also a bumbling fool
All at same time and still lose my cool
But seek others in quiet and not out loud
Of themselves want them to be proud.
On things may find it hard to place a finger
And glad that inside me God likes to linger
Maybe we might be a weakling and inept
People, God is perfectly willing to accept.
So who really cares if I am not well-kept
Take nap for an hour each day and slept
Infinity has no limit and is not range able
Just like happy hearts that are intangible.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
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