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In the silence of the night, when stars weave their silver webs across the deep sky,
my thoughts flow like a river of light, carrying with them echoes of memories,
words that were once just grains of sand in the desert of a forgotten silence,
refrains borrowed from old books, without the weight of a true soul.
They sounded beautiful but were like leaves carried by the wind over fields of shadows,
dissipating without a trace, leaving no scar in time,
until she came, like an aurora rising in a frozen sky,
and changed the poles of my heart, without knowing, without asking for anything.
She showed me how to capture emotions in cages of words,
to let silence sing between the lines, like a jade flute in the night,
now words come like migratory birds, rarer, heavier,
carrying in their wings the sweet burden of an unspoken truth, of an unuttered love.
Now they carry on their feathers the gold of memories,
a piece of her, a piece of me, as I am when I look at her,
she made a poet of me not through words, but through silent presence,
like a sun rising without asking for permission, simply being the light.
Like a flame dancing on the edge of shadows, giving life to the darkness,
like the music of the spheres touching the delicate strings of the universe,
she taught me to see the hidden beauty in the unexplored corners of time,
to feel the tremor of life in the silence between heartbeats,
and now, in this endless flow of thoughts and emotions,
I find myself, a poet of moments and dreams born from longing,
each verse becomes a tribute to her, a thread of light woven in the dark,
for she is the one who turned my whispers into poetry,
the one who transformed shadows into light, words into songs of longing,
and I, a poet of ephemeral moments and eternal love,
continue to write, to dream, to live, in the verses created for her,
for in every word there is a part of her, a part of the miracle we call love.
They come with polished shoes and clipped smiles,
a delegation of two parties, two chambers,
chasing headlines across the sea,
while the ice beneath our feet has no such illusions.
“Do not worry,” they say,
as if reassurance can purchase sovereignty,
as if Greenland were a chess piece
on the board of tweets and tariffs.
We nod politely, pour the coffee,
watch them measure fjords with their eyes,
thinking in votes and press releases,
while we measure time in centuries of ice.
Takeovers may glitter in their imaginations,
but here, the land remembers—
it remembers treaties,
it remembers patience,
and it laughs quietly under the aurora.
So go back, legislators,
to your chambers and your cameras,
we will remain:
not a prize, not a footnote,
but Greenland,
with glaciers that do not bend to ambition.
from suffering and pain
that is piped into veins
by the organ-less master
who relentlessly plays
from a congested gutter
of fake themes
hiding in deception
and callous clutter
from distaste of the old
the sick the poor and uninvited
from the self-imposed
silent deaf and short-sighted
I rise
as a bed of plume feathers
carry me gently towards
an untainted treasure
klimt gold ash pours over my body
soothing the distress I allowed to infest
I stroll along the mountains aurora
feet sinking into a bed of stardust flora
gazing out at mankind
a dull drum beat of the blinding matrix
trudging in sync to a contrived greatness
oblivious to the thundering roar
of perishing seas
animals lie floating
in warm global soaking
smoldering sun with rusted rays
shivers in the sky
with disheartened malaise
the illusion is breaking
a decision is undertaking
a red beaked sparrow beckons me
to look off into the darkening blue
a great tempest is coming
and long overdue
I felt compelled to sniff the incoming
My passion is the light Aurora
The arrival brought such sorrow
If you warned me about Gomorrah
arise yonder son soul rise
rise up into the skies
show us your lights
brilliance and brights
Rise up
Dawn
I crave the desk dawning Dawn
Eagerly I look for the landing
Understood a polar Don
Of drips that are standing
Deep into the darkness dipping
I crave the ecliptic early endowments
I crave the light legacies l i c e n t i o u s n e s s
I crave the drippings dust darkness rent
And Humanity never slighten
Arise yonder sun so rise
Rise up into the
Skies show us your lights
Brilliant bright
Rise up
Dawn
The lonely licentiousness launching
Wandering now? Now I crave the dusk dawning dystopia gone
Rise up dawn
1/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The self-obsessive free will seemingly unbound ever dormant,
envelopes my moribund mind with an unreal transient veil,
obscures the ordained pathway the absolute paves,
l need to faithfully follow, for I should at His will.
The unseen aura of the omnipresent awareness aurora,
permeates my possessed essence, I don’t perceive,
for I formulate the free-rule tenets taking the ego
to the domain of fantasized self-deception.
The blemish of base disdain discolors the face of conviction,
I traverse the gloomy ground of cardinal indulgence,
life is stifled by the corrupt clutch hidden within,
in remorse I feel the pernicious pangs of pain.
I travel unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
on inward journey with trust through consciousness layers,
comprehend then in the soul the radiance of ultimate beacon,
illumining the awareness corridor, leading to the abode of truth.
The ill-construed acuity of the errant mind,
discovers the devout path in the fold of faith.
That’s when the door of the inner sanctum opens,
where the lotus blooms suffused with the divine light.
The soul shines with sequins of astral radiance
in sacred space within with brilliance of billion suns.
In my self-searching dedicated odyssey to the eternity,
I discern the inner galaxy turning my faith into living light.
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Like the Sun, in its brightness
and thoughts that equals it shine,
goes boldly about.
Ventures without fear to be another Shakespeare
with another sonnet, or a hundred.
Take a drive and see Aurora
rise, like Maya Angelou
on a road,
and get lost in Robert Frost.
The Sun, in its brightness,
seems to soar solely in the sky.
The moon shares the sky with the stars in darkness.
Brightness and darkness
appears to be their illegitimate children
Brightness, darkness, shadow: a poet shines.
Sylphs, Fairies, Imps, Sprites
Moonlighting on the dark side
Bitstreaming the Night
Ology fractured
Today's Client, a new breed
That's the business
Mushrooming sales, sniffs
Crystal, clear intent
To manufacture
-oting with money
At the Poles, even my wife
There's Aurora now
Lunging from darkness
Retro grade it forward, Ho
Think plunges work well
Everything's for sale
Well, Specially People, Hell
Got a few right here
Ever since Biden
Been no need for deception
Magic, fade to black
That's a rap people
Cut it, print it, Sell it high
I miss the old days
Video stores, love
Obeying Constitutions
Common decency
The sky burst with swirling colorful gases of green, blue, magenta
and sprinkled with diamond like stars reflecting magnificent color upon lakes
and streams. Aurora Borealis the northern lights what an awesome, breaktaking
beauty. Crowned jewel of the earth's wonders. A beauty that I haven't seen in
person only in pictures or flashes across the screen in a movie. Movements like a
ballerina on stage those spectacular pastels on display like lovely clouds moving in the sunrise filled with delight..A rainbow of promise on parade with meteor showers passing in full speed ahead.
A crown jewel fit for the King
Sovereign Who will soon reign
Flashing lights to display His throne
He Who will destroy chains
The earth is the Lord's; all fulness
The world and they that dwell
He is the crown jewel of heaven
He loves even those that fell
He deserves a crown of beauty
He got one of tough thorns
Crown Him now with earth's full glory
Our worship Him adorn
Contest entry for the Haibun that isn't a true Haibun contest..
The earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. Psalm 24:1
Lucifer: "If I am unable, to have a ritual with you before I shuffle off this mortal coil, I will make your communion with the oblivion as unseemly as possible, when I arrive."
Aurora: "should we deign, at least the moon sooths brightly, rapidly fading the horizon meanwhile grows voracious, veraciously blotting out these of kindred spirits shouldn't relent."
DR dragon: " the plaintive field is course and bracken ties me to the pumpkin sun and every fourth night each meld and create the harvest moon in which I blithely contrive."
PW 1: *silently crosses the foundry and springs into the well of sorrows*
---End of act IV---
Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days
Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays
Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events
Ironically happens now, as my death’s dispensed
By dour hospice window, seeds a suffusion of light
Not dazzling, quite fuzzy, discernibly white
Shallow luminosity, enters my departing room
‘Twas pitch black this night, no forecast moon’
Growing in intensity, colours turn purple green
Must be an invasion, of extraterrestrial aliens
Hope they finish me fast, this final stage is slow
Then the fireworks start, whole world’s set aglow
Heaven’s have ruptured, no raindrops seen
Cataclysmic silent eruption, yet everywhere serene
It’s not possible, unconscionable, too far south
Only a gamma ray burst, could bring this about
A possible hypernova, just light years away
Hits Earth’s magnetic field, in a mega-aurora display
Iridescent photons, avalanche over me
My teardrops fluoresce, through the apertures of agony
Hypnotic warmth, released from cold light
My woes are assuaged, God this feels so nice
Semiconscious state, accruing spiritual bliss
“So this is how life ends, amid ethereal fine mist.”
Nurses are praying, down on their knees
Speaking foreign languages, at wonderment they see
Some fear the apocalypse, whilst others run about
I hum Cohen’s Hallelujah, but these words spill out
#O come purge my mind, cover woes
Give back the life, that I forgo
Help me bear this weight, won’t ya
Blind darkness, annihilate fate
Finish suffering, show your face
Unleash the love, they call Gods grace!
#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#
Pyrotechnics are over, now quiescently asleep
Drowning no longer, in pillow soaked weep
Greeting my parents, bereaving my family
As I enter a tunnel, leaving the apertures of agony.
Originally written 02/18/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
11/06/22