Long Aloneness Poems
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Oh hermit, having lived life vibrantly,
body wrinkles, not bubbling innocence,
reflecting love hues prismatically.
Slowly awakens, inner sentience,
aligning us with voice of our conscience.
We see around, sacred geometry,
echoes of our soul, voiced through poetry,
a fervent divine call, singing our verse,
in tranquil silence, deemed sedentary,
attuned to life pulse of the universe.
Our counsel is this; simply keep flowing,
in an aspect of embrace-hold-release,
heart centric, with love within pulsating,
touching one and all, like the morning breeze,
vibrant in aloneness, always at ease.
Stagnation in desire, births delusion,
mirrored by gloomy fearful contraction.
Playfully do pause to smell the roses,
ambling along in joyous elation,
knowing man proposes, God disposes.
06-March-2021
Should my being alone
Turn loneliness?
Is it wrong
Even if aloneness
Turns loneliness?
Isn't each moment of aloneness
A treasure?
Isn’t each loneliness
A challenge-filled world in itself…?
Does a primrose suffer darkness?
Has a lotus got averseness of mud?
Doesn't a cactus enjoy the desert?
Don’t wild flowers take pleasure
In blooming midst harshness…?
Turtles, whales,
Leopards, bears,
Jaguars, Pandas,
And Orangutans
Enjoy being alone than in crowds...
Love your being alone
And feeling lonely...
Best of arts and grafts,
History is a witness,
Have born out of
Being alone and
Feeling lonely...
The only person
I feel free to love
During my loneliness
Is my very self.
I become my friend.
I become my lover.
I become my admirer.
I become my adorer.
I become my art.
I become my craft.
I become my pot and potter.
I become my creation and creator…
I plunge into action
Like an adventurer.
I am being born
Or rather I take birth
As an art, artist;
Sculpture, sculptor;
Music, musician;
Poem, poet...
Do not be depressed, hence,
Or become downcast
When the crowds fail
Applauding you…
Get out!
Get away!
Enjoy being alone;
Being lonely...
09 October 2022
Darkness you were never glow;
Sadness you will never show;
Beautiful lucifer former angel of heaven;
Kicked out now he lives his life as the devil;
Sweet and succulent radiant views of light;
God has created all things right;
Souls are so beautiful for the rainbow promises.God has made he created all things glad...
God you are All Bright, Our heaven light;
Aloneness suffers in the crowd;
Silence gets trumped by the loud;
Kick out now.He lives his life as the devil;
Beautiful lucifer former angel of heaven;
God is sweet and succulent radiant view of light;
God has created all things , beautiful and right;
So is His promises yes and Amen;
Abba, Daddy, Father Elohim;
God you are All Bright.I heaven light;
5/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
As fog saturates every living thing
Penetrating dampness coats trees and shrubs, flowers
Here in my aloneness my open heart bring
And I know upon me your grace will shower
"Here I am to worship, here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that you're my God
You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me"
Thank you for your beauty, thank you for loving
Thank you for your gracious forgiveness
I want to say that you're my Holy God
Here I am once more only You I adore
As the sun cast red upon the horizon
Each bird sings their unique lovely song
The sounds of man's inventions nosily run
Where just earth's creatures' souns belong
What was it like before man's creativeness
Brought the noise of engines running loud and long
Just to be able to commune with nature's liveliness
And hear each creature's morning lovely song
"And here I am to worship, here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that you're my God
You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me"
In quotation marks: Chris Tomlin
Hymn or Praise song
Here I Am Worship
This is a mixed writing
Some rhyme and some not
Contorted cloud of fleeting cotton clumps
Tired of seeing contours of changing shapes
Tells the wind to stop blowing across the sky
The face adorning the shine of golden lines
As the spent sun sinks below remote skyline.
The last sunrays paint the leaves auburn
In the summer heat their frail faces curl
As the shape of youth crashes within as shards
In the fall wind they fly away from the bough
Tree wishes the spring to usher in the green.
The layered lean buds open their hued eyes
See the sleeping petals shape blissful bloom
In flowers soaking the colors of the spring air
Share the shades of sunset sky with butterflies
Until the spectacle of splendor withers forlorn.
My aloneness walks me on the desolate track
In the quietude of the serene silver moonbeam
With my shadow trailing your fading footprints
It will saunter until I find you engraved in heart
And you see me in the silhouette of silence.
May 4, 2021
For Brian Strand's Your Preference Contest
I do mind it but it is getting easier to be in economy when my mind tells me I deserve first class.
The careful management of available resources has somewhat dimmed but with manageable.
My life is a season or a sunny day compared to the Earth and as each cell betrays ,gravity beckons.
I see friends and family and they are departing. And their song goes with them but I listen still.
Listening in the night and crickets salute my aloneness. I see my father, hospital gown as his companion, I hand his waiting mouth a lollipop and a smile.
Mommy snores and speaks her own language and I listen anyway. Kissing her face I know I’ll see her and she mumbles and eyes alert looking at something. Brushing her straggling hair I see the youth and a drink of water goes far for her parched lips.
All is quiet as I wake and the Fourth Watch. God is here and has to tell me importance. I must move constant of the plan. Alert and at the ready for the fugitives of the Watch. I was salvaged from the heap so I must keep a look for those. Willed for the weak and alone I must carry across the line to redemption. Never weary and never falling along the way. Together we will.
sudden tears erode the beach in his eyes.
swift vortex, of addiction
and shame, grave undertow.
eyes and taut lips, precariously lift
illusory light, but truth
hails ebon of a shark.
necessary aloneness harbors pain,
sailing on and on, anchor
never drops, digs in deep.
11/8/2019
Pick A Title, Vol 11 - Kimo(3 Stanzas) - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: #4 UNDERCURRENT OF MELANCHOLY
I escaped myself
by begging to be seen.
On the loud stage of life,
I forgot my name.
Then I entered silence.
And silence
remembered me.
Validation, I learned,
is a sweet poison.
It feeds the mask.
Not the soul.
They say silence is gold.
I did not hear it—
I saw it.
Shining in solitude.
There,
my hidden powers woke.
Silence became my master.
Solitude, my temple.
I searched for God
in crowds,
in noise,
in prayer.
But He was waiting
where nothing speaks.
True freedom
is not escape.
It is aloneness.
And aloneness
is remembrance.
Silence is not empty.
It is full of truth.
Of intuition.
Of forgotten wisdom.
Now I know:
Solitude is the path.
Silence is the vehicle.
And the soul
is the destination.
Please be mine or nobody,
your years won't be wasted
for loving me and having faith in me;
I have kissed you before anybody would...
please be mine or nobody.
I didn't find anybody who had
that charming look I can trust,
no woman's smile has ever had
that sensational power
to charm me sooner
than I ever thought.
Please be mine or nobody,
other women never gave me more;
I wouldn't face life alone
without having you near.
Please be mine or nobody,
making a promise is more than fair.
If before everybody ignored me,
I didn't show much interest
as I have in you and it's more than that;
surround me with your sweetness,
and it'll be easy to escape aloneness...
holding hands will draw you closer to me.
Moonlight is my favored language
It shades misty ,
Though cold night etches wilted boughs
Raking the muddied fields--
Lean willows change into argent gold:
In dripping furrows of hollowness
Fragile roots and stalks
Glimmer against pale weeds
As tassels of orb’s voile thread
Embellish autumn’s mourning grass.
This is moonlight, yellowing the eve
Across the stark open... In my aloneness
I watch it flicker through shadow play
That my essence breathes awhile --
Beams somehow speak to me
about howling pain and lilting quietude;
As a crescent trace draws a hint of radiance
To awaken my inner poise , now
...slowly embracing the wonder of new worlds.