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Never have I had fear for flying darts
My tingling thoughts of the world was weird
Many told of nature's hard hazards
Beauties I saw instead of dirties
So was my heart as a dove
Peaceful in a world full of fools
Like sunshine in sneaky shadows
No damnation I saw possible until that occasion
The first pain and I felt deeply-destroyed
Scattered and shattered like wild wind
Caged in red-rage I roared "betrayal"
And so I kept my territory terrorizing every threatening tare
Until the rainy day at the bar
A galaxy, a group of glitters I could not deter
In varying robes, different sizes and heights
To and fro they laughed in ecstasy
For me breathe ended, for with them my rage was for a wait
All I could believe was that the divines were here and near
The word "angels" seem to appeal
They were perfect and I gave my seal
You may be mortals but you're my divines
Nights and days with them now and all I see are divine mortals.
16th August, 2018.
Blue is the colour that paints the sky,
As clouds drift across the vast expanse,
Mysteries traverse and dance,
With the sun taking its place in this proud hue.
Blue is the colour of the sea,
And below its surface, you’d be amazed by the treasures you see,
It’s home to thousands of creatures,
Where invisibility echoes in its depths.
Blue is the colour of nature's medium-sized beauties,
Harbingers of happiness, love, and hope,
They bask in the daylight,
Only to vanish at twilight.
Blue is the colour of her craft,
Her skill endears her to curious eyes,
Her mind is a window to the strange,
And the strange is her craft range.
March 4, 2025.
Upon well-worn barstools, tales two codgers tell,
Deep in drink, their stories swell.
Reflecting how the eons have flown,
Strengths once had, now overthrown.
"Ah, beauties chased, both bright and keen,
Yet in our brews, our sighs unseen,"
One muses, his gaze alight with jest,
"Great tales spun ‘bout adventurous quests."
Yet as dusk deepens into night,
Their bawdy laments take flight,
For now, as years their passions cool,
'Tis kinship's warmth that proves the jewel.
"Lust we chased, a fierce endeavor,
Yet who'd guess? 'Tis these bonds we'd treasure,"
Laughs the other, his tone now cracked,
"In our twilight, kind gestures n’er outmatched"
Thus they salute life's jest renown,
To joy's pursuit, with trials abound,
Yet as nightfall deepens, they both concede,
'Tis the company of a friend, true wealth indeed.
"For now," they laugh, "let truths be aired,
Our liveliest nights in legends shared,
Yet of friendship, let this be told,
It's the dearest consort we'll ever hold."
Here's to these venerables, their legends vast,
Inebriated, yet together steadfast,
For though the yearn for carnal dreams persists,
It's companionship they seek, with all its twists.
And as this epic closes with a laugh shared,
Recall, 'tis friendship that has our vessels spared,
For lust may wane, and fervors stall,
But a true friend stands as the finest of all.
PS: Originally written in 2015. Another poem from my old computer
Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........
We'd spread upon a kitchen table
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed
paper, crayons of rainbow colors
Pretty paper doilies and….
Mama letting little hands
Create surprises, of cone shaped fans…
The memory shrugs so many years
Where innocence, was cut and shaped
Into bright-sprigged paper cones
Accomplishments, each of our own
On May the first, a small bouquet
We would rehearse, a verse to say
To spread come spring, then run away
Then quickly running out the door
To pick spring beauties, one by one
Fresh Lillies of the Valley, wildwood fern,
Gathering them, heavy on their stems
Sweet and fresh as morning dew,
So filled with springtime, filled with bloom
Then paper cones were flower filled
Small bouquets of sweet perfume
Then down the dusty road we trudged
Side by side, with grins of pride
No greater pleasure as a child
The thought of bringing someone smiles
On May the first, a small bouquet
We would rehearse, a verse to say
To spread come spring, then run away
Timid knocking on a door
“Surprise...Surprise! Look what’s in store!”
Our little legs now running fast,
And down the road, quite out of breath
Behind a tree, where we would hide
And watch them find this flower prize
Must not....get caught.....must not get caught!
And we were taught
That bringing gifts to make them sigh
Was worth a lot !! Was worth the thought
A thoughtful way to light their eyes
On May the first, a small bouquet
We would rehearse, a verse to say
To spread come spring, then run away
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2/19/14
A farmer met a wizard who was wearing odd regalia
The wizard gave him seed of magic carrots from Australia
You sow them just like normal but they all grow upside down
The leaves will grow like roots, the carrots stick out of the ground
The farmer dug and rotavated, levelled off the soil
He was super motivated, those seeds mustn’t spoil
He worked so hard, that shovel he was pushing and a shoving
When he was done his back was bad and now he’s good for nothing
Those magic carrots, upside down, all turned out to be beauties
But poor old farmer’s stuck indoors on lightweight household duties
He’s standing in the kitchen where he’s washing pans and pots
His wife is in the carrot field and smiling as she squats
I often wonder if our voices are actually heard.
If people read our every word!
Or is it like life where you skim through it to get to the end
Never realizing that you might lose a friend.
We don’t stop to see and admire the picture as a whole
And “ that beauty” will never unfold.
You know ! I also wonder !
That GOD could have made this world, humanity
And the entire universe in a split second, yet he chose
To do it in six days
To enjoy all the beauties that he created.
Then why do we rush in our lives?
When he has given us time to enjoy his creations
Without all the devastations.
If we work eight hours, sleep eight hours
Then the other eight hours are for us to set our goals
And pursue our dreams and take care of our to do lists
And to smell the flowers – ‘HE has given us enough hours!”
“THAT BEING SAID” let’s move ahead!
The words you put down in black and white
Are your joys and your struggles in this life?
It is a path to your heart and soul, and a story that must be told.
Your hidden thoughts and dreams can now be seen
Your wants, your needs, your hopes, your dreams, your desires
All of this created that burning fire.
If every living creature can communicate with each other
Then why can’t we? My sisters and brothers!
(C) L . RAMS
My muse is here, seeds in my heart abyss
invokes a soul to wake and open up
a solid earth shall treasure such a bliss
and oceans are spared for me to grow up.
A best seed of Love, a soul, ever to grace
reaching my soil, digging up my gardens
the scent of divine, the mystery of space
enlightens my spirit and my Self heartens.
A flame of Life meant to glow and brighten
the darkest of dark and every sealed whole
the core of awareness, to touch and heighten
lit paths to walk and ascend, one is my dole.
Intense powers moving through my vessels
reloaded beyond control, the pain immense
what permeates my senses is new and special
the flow so mighty, dashing every single fence.
My poetry drinking from that pure well
unstoppable surge running in her veins
seeking fathomless beauties out of her shell
charmed trying to take over the reins.
© 2019 Besma (All rights reserved)
This is what your grandma looked like when I found her.
Great-grandpa Willy was grinning as wide as a piano bench.
I stared at the photo; four beauties, none looked like grandma.
Which one is she? I asked him, completely confused.
She is the beautiful one on the right, Willy told me.
The prettiest one! Wow! This was really something.
She was a fox! He said, a catch, gorgeous beyond the moon.
Great-grandma came over and took a peek at the photo.
That is my sister Janet, she said, and three of her friends.
She flipped through the photo album and found a picture of herself.
That’s me with four kids and one on the way.
This made more sense to me. Grandpa was not speaking.
From now on a breath, filled with gilded flowers;
radiant and lovely rose scented bowers.
A vision, crimson wave full of laughter race
approaching manor shore in its beauties grace.
Yesterday not forgotten, but like wilted
brown lace leaves in autumn blown elsewhere jilted.
A wyle smile bursting with sunshine from within,
sunshine that light up the day not giving in.
Like a child's wild excitement sounds on newfound
shadow, reaching, building balance without bound.
Learning to let go, can't change a rainy day
or chill wind, but courage steps to lead the way.
And gaze off; vanish into a tranquil dream;
stroll down the path against a slow moving stream.
From now on a breath, into boundless blue sky;
quench on the heavens as the moon rises high.
5/27/2018
SPOKEN WORDS COMES FORTH SPEAKS LIFE
I see wonderful
Energies basking in the darkness strip of light
Amazing beauties, unbound by delight
Marvelous, Glorious Spirited Holy words spoken
Energies basking in the darkness strip of light
Speaks forth life, life, precious light life
Marvelous, Glorious Spirited Holy words spoken
Spoken words come forth, come
Speaks forth life, life, precious light life
Amazing beauties, unbound by delight
Spoken words come forth, come
I see wonderful
4/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Dedicated TO GOD is SPEAKING MINSTRIES
JANEEN BROWN 2