Linkage Poems | Examples

The Void In Plane Sight

I feel like I'm drowning in the stormy sea,
Tiamat help me write on the Void, please ,
My mind empty ;coming up with thoughts I freeze,
I feel I am drowing;what is the key ?
I drank some Jameson whisky to lube my brain ,
Today I feel like an empty beer barrel,
The words I need I find hard to channel,
It did not help the existential pain.
Tiamat said Listen and stop ing,
If my agents got thru you know what to do?
"I am All ,hear my tales ,see my image ".
Remembered the tales flesh is awakening,
Void is potential and naught at once too,
It is in your bones so make the linkage.

MY REQUEST

Oh God of Creation 
Direct 
My creativity and productivity 
So I can fly out of this nation 
Even with slow motion but no stagnation 
Thriving and striving globally not locally
Without any commotion but jubilation.

Oh God of Creation 
Remove every blockage 
Or linkage
Hindering my expansion 
Which is my growth 
Putting me on expectations 
Without getting where I want to be or what I want.

Oh God of creation 
I know you will do it
I'm not sure of the timing 
But it's certain
For you said in your laws
Ask and shall be given 
Seek and you'll find
Knock and it shall be open 
Guild me, so I don't fall into the wrong circle 
Recycling all that I have outgrown, Amen!!!

Animating Innate Vibrance

In the dune-field of the deserted scorched life,
clutching my desiccated desires I chase mundane mirage,
walk listless on the tormenting trail of strife.
Suffering to the core, I’m submerged in sordid mire.

Under the multi-layered receptive mind,
the soul resides at the inner meditative depth, 
where awareness is the light of the eternal truth,
enduringly reflecting the sensitivity of the divine glow.

Trying to be released from the clasp of karmic destiny,
I transcend the expanding limits of heart-head linkage.
From the closet of mortal being I strive to set my soul free, 
the patina of perpetual peace I yearn to flourish. 

In the devout sanctum of heavenly freedom
my soul aims to attain the timeless euphoria of nirvana.
The beauty of the ultimate oneness it beholds,
vibrating with the rhythm of supreme elegance.

The darkness of the pasture of suffering gets illumined
with aura of the absolute, having thousand sun’s shine.
I find the lotus bloom beguilingly bright in the soul,
discover the enlivened constellation of innate bliss,

MY FATHER’S HEART IS SWEET-

~So wonderful my Father's heart is sweet
assured in my heart beats
 giving another chance it beats 
the breath of my Father's in my chest sweet
 but instilled yet beats
all the surroundings areas 
of my vessel warm hysteria
 with the spirit of the Father being there for us
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to escape the bondage
 of the special am I linkage 
special alive this I treat 
as I stand vertically On My Feet
 I whisper essence complete
 I am the light of my Father shine
and my Father's life is in me as we sit at the and dine

As He's in me alast abreast intertwined
My Father's heart is sweet

10/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

Joyous Linkage-TRI

A bud cradled within two leaves,
design of trinity sublime.
The proud plant tenderly conceives
pristine picture of pleasure prime.

Design of trinity sublime,
flower between two leaves is gay,
passion of plant set for display.

The proud plant tenderly conceives
kinship motif crafted deftly,
enjoys fervent rapture freely.

Pristine picture of pleasure prime,
in tied two hearts desire awaits
joyous linkage, a child creates.

an act called cetacean stranding

when paired
pilot whales
choose one mate for life
a monogamous linkage
survivors will beach themselves when their mate dies

CHITLIN CIRCUIT-

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines

I LAMB COVING MY LINKAGE
My beef is forced anger
So goose my way through life passages go figure
I goat what I eat what I ate aspirate danger
My by product waste excrement, temperament
 Cleanse out covered wrinkle tribe 
Neither lamb fry nor black pot 

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Spiritual and Physical


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Left over thrown away chitterling
Skins of mine intestines
Mutton never tasted spiritual under taking
I’ve been bomb basin
A jointed of veal provide
How we feel been denied
Speaks of feces yum turn inside out

In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Physical and Spiritual

11/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

We Are Connected

WE ARE CONNECTED

There’s a thread that runs through each of us
And also out to others, across all of humanity
It provides common linkage for us to connect 
But it’s sometimes thin and difficult to detect
And at times, can even challenge our sanity
Yet any shared understanding is a real plus

When sensitised, one feels the slightest pull
A tug from one, ripples across to another
Although complex messages rarely decoded
The significance of human contact is loaded
Perhaps strongest between child and mother
Friendly communication can be so wonderful

The existence of memes is well understood
Sent across the ether at the speed of light
Feelings and emotions stronger when shared
Offering evidence that someone else cared
All mankind as one entity, just feels right
And we all must try, knowing we should

Why Are We Here

Life is the epithet of unique existence,
the construct of divine elements almighty designs
with the heavenly essence suffused
in the coalesced trinity of body, mind and soul.

Trying to get released from the egoistic clasp  
of karmic destiny, leading to loss of the sense of self,
the perception of the pervading divine conscience 
transcends the space-time limits for inward journey.

Beneath the convolute layers of the clouded mind,
at its inner depth soul perceives the awareness dawn, 
creating the holy linkage with the absolute, 
and comprehends the meaning of existence.

As the divine lotus serenely unfurls within 
with the perception of His endowment of nirvana, 
beautifies the sublimated life with heavenly adornment, 
the supreme then assimilates the undying soul.

Devoid of the body and with the acquired intelligence,
the liberated soul transcends the mortal existence, 
reaches the realm of eternity to realign
with divine consciousness for which we are here.

Eternity

876 months have come and gone,
Plus 9 months prior to that.
Never had Fred existed prior to that. 
First, conception; that first reception.
Totally unique, the real McCoy, one of a kind.
By parental relations, Fred was linked to yesterday.
God connected him to a linkage that was futuristic.
The Master's stroke was about the future, not the past.
He breathed into Fred a spirit that would last forever.
Not one moment of those 26280 days had Fred known before.
By months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds,
They came with one breathe-in, one breathe-out, at a time.
Although the specifics of Fred's bright future lie in a mystery,
It is clear that he shall not experience another 7 decades in this life.
Although his body will die and decay, a new one awaits him, fit for eternity.
Nevertheless, he is not in any way mystified about the link to his eternity.
Fred is blessed with reasonable certainty and embraced with heavenly security.

081023PS

History and I

History is the view of the far past in the present
Yet no present is without a past
Though the future looms before us
Yet nothing is new under the Sun.
Anything that is, has been before.

The present is life"s linkage to the future.
A future without the present is the present without a history.

The history of my people defines their pre-existence
The Nok terracotta, the relics, pieces of potters, are landmarks of a skilled civilization only being unearthed now.
The history refires their potentials.

History is you standing on thresholds of generations,
Whose genealogy has been lost. 
You are the oral custodians that generations have longed to express.

A people without a history is a people without a future
Is a people without generational synergy 
A people with traceable history have a future predicated on a great past.
(Written on the 9th of March, 2015)

She Loved Horses

An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.

Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.

I liked her snagged toothiness.
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure.

When she laughed, hooves stomped
into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.

Subway's Trademark

What does the sign Subway convey?

What linkage to food does it play?

Word 'subway' hints fast-

sharp arrows broadcast-

the fact you'll get served right away!


December 12, 2020

Contest: Trademark
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Form Used: Limerick


The arrows on the Subway logo represent speed and movement. 
You can get a personalized, healthy sub sandwich fast and it jives
well with an active lifestyle. The connection with actual subway
stuff came in 1980 when the founders decided to adopt a common
system by decorating the shops with maps of the New York City
subway system. 
https://www.rewindandcapture.com/why-is-subway-called-subway/

In My Woodland

by late dusk, I commune with the fresh wonders of nature
inhabiting reverence from a well-designed woodland.

how an avian rhapsody greets me through mellow chants
where comfort of quiet soothes tired soul in this lined woodland.

and potpourri of blossoms, grass, and redstones breathes in me
creating divine linkage...  one with a refined woodland.

laying on its tapestry, new stars glint behind pampas
as vault of luster reels unto an unconfined woodland

lo! rustle of twigs through winds’ hum is felt only here
that I step outside myself in bliss of enshrined woodland.

whatever mystery lies in this realm, I’ll never know
still, air imbues dignity upon undefined woodland.

hesitant to leave this sweet home which gifts me inner peace
I grasp varnished rocks… cuddling a part of my kind woodland.



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Ghazal Poetry Contest of Silent One
9/11/2020

She Loved Horses

An awe of cavernous heartbeats
turned her features equine.

Listening to wind-hollowed chests,
she heard the shape of her life,
the blowing of tubular organs
elongating her face,
into sculptured snorts.

I liked her snagged toothiness. 
the linkage of her broad scapulars,
deeply tooled and studded,
a back ready to be saddled by labor,
hitched to days of hay and manure. 

When she laughed, hooves stomped
 into green rubber
a ponytail swinging from her grey mane.

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