Long Blazon Poems
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Traipsing o'er rare daffodil dawn,
Honeysuckle trails a passage forlorn,
Passionate filters pacified carnation yon,
Shelter rose prickly poised stem-filled thorn.
Blues hover facing angry clouds,
Sunrise sprung anew yellows brighten,
Sunset made reds to blazon shade crowds,
Grey dusk looms whilst a stripped eve heighten.
Clouds brim its sky, made for a naked night,
A veiled moon and outstretched curtains its stars,
A lane of lovers unmoved by heavenly displayed slight,
Tempestuous intensity stifled lips, a slide of hands in cars.
Tinge portrait anew day rises pastel undeniably grants,
Tone sketches advent blending brightness a welcomed orb,
Moods suave expounds harmoniously, proffers vivid a chance,
Splendor in the air unaccountable of yesterdusk, breaths absorb.
2019 October 16
I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally August
I Am Valiant, I Am Gallant, I Am Robust
I Am a Lion Blooded, Eagle Minded Conqueror
In Total Freedom My Wings Flutter,
Solo Ponderer, I Soul Cypher the Great Mystery
Tramping these Legendary Victories,
Kindling the Spark Of Hope, Ignites the Phoenix Epitome
Golden Born, I Rise Like Joshua Over Jericho
Fortified like Iron Pillars, I Stand Tall
Where the Stars are Blazing, Suddenly Blazon, Suddenly Enthralled
The Shine is of Jubilance
I Am Shimmering in Luminance,
Ecstatic and Exuberant
I Am a Phosphorescence Of Exuberance,
I Am Enlivened by the Resuscitation of the Searing Blaze
I Am Alive, I Am Sublime, I Am Stoic in Archaic Faith,
Star Gleaming, I Am a Metric Ton of Glorious Gold
Blazing the Noble Path of the Eight Fold,
Belief, it's an Absolute Must
Full Speed Ahead, the Inner Fire Combusts
This Luminous Torch Within I Trust
Got me Soul Drifting Wanderlust
Quintessence of Monalisa mystifies me.
Silver blazon of Sahara sands scintillates me
Majesty of the Milky Way overwhelms me,
and they all remind me of you.
An autumn forest drenches in rain showers,
and the fantasy reminds me of you
A vista of multi chrome mural radiates,
and the harmony reminds me of you
I see the brightest star in the sky,
I hear the sweetest lyrical ballad
I feel the swaying cradle of love
I touch the luminous lotus in a lake,
and the peace reminds me of you.
Your sublime thoughts never go away
In the pristine crystal vase of my heart,
with dainty dew drops, I keep you fresh,
too alien in my world, too silent to speak.
too beautiful to touch your scarlet cheek
Every moment, your love and smile I miss.
As I breathe your air in ethereal reminisce,
Date written : 24th May 2019
I race for summer's setting sun
as crimson bleed the alder leaves
and still I run. And still I run.
My rival, time, is yet undone.
Past pyramids of flaxen sheaves
I race for summer's setting sun
across the low unbroken run.
Each cow out in the pasture grieves
and still I run. And still I run.
In late September’s crisp blazon
my heart to fragile hope now cleaves.
I race for summer's setting sun.
With slaughter of the calves begun
I fled beneath the killing eaves
and still I run. And still I run.
Our time on earth is under gun.
My burning chest now breathless heaves.
I race for summer's setting sun
and still I run. And still I run.
10/24/17
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on;
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on, walk on. . .
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on to heaven;
With my hands raised I'm gonna praise in
With my hands raised I'm going praising;
With my hands raised I'm gonna praise in;
Walking, walking on in, on to heaven;
Gonna march, march, march and run...
Got my shoes on I'm gonna shut my mouth and start prayin;
Gonna march, march, march and run;
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on
Walk right on into heaven;
Gonna praise, praise and praise pray to Him;
Gonna praise, praise and praise pray to Him;
won't need nobody to show me how, to praise and praise and praise Him;
Him whom created the air I breathe;
Him he whom even given me all that I need
Him who grants me liberty and freedom;
Gonna praise, praise and praise pray to Him on my knees;
And when I thought gonna put my shoes on and walk right on into heaven;
Gonna walk on to glory;
For God is the infinite story;
I read His words,
This is one way He's heard;
Gonna read and obey His word;
I'm gonna walk, walk, walk, on to heaven;
Put my shoes on, march on to Zion
On those streets of gold;
Go where Michael rode;
On a golden chariot;
Blazon feats of glory of my Lord King Jesus;
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on;
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on, walk on. . .
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on to heaven;
With my hands raised I'm gonna praise in
With my hands raised I'm going praising;
With my hands raised I'm gonna praise in;
Walking, walking on in, on to heaven;
Gonna march, march, march and run...
Got my shoes on I'm gonna shut my mouth and start prayin;
Gonna march, march, march and run;
With my shoes on I'm gonna walk on
Walk right on into heaven;
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.(c)2007,2017
July 26 2007
From anthology "More Than An Apple Tree"2007
I sing the song of yesterday
When all was truth and light
A time when love was really love
And every dream was bright
I sing the song of yesterday
When youth was virile, strong
A time of joy and happiness
When nothing could go wrong
I sing the song of yesterday
When passion burned with fire
A time when making love was rife
With hunger and desire
I sing a song of yesterday
When beauty reigned supreme
A time when luscious lips would laugh
And blazon every dream
I sing a song of yesterday
When my love was true to me
A time of sweet contentedness
I wish THAT time would be
Jade Celeste
In a fragile sleep, I lie
the threads of dreams come
And untie my soul for this mortal flesh
of bone and mind.
I drift in deep indigo seas, fading to aquamarine
form deeper seas of I have been shown
a land where dreams fly & nightmares roam
a doorway to realms unseen but only dreamed
in past the horizons of the sky
the worlds within and domains without
the lands where the dreams are felt
here I lie in fragile sleep
the vile between thins and pale
between worlds beyond beauty to regions of
Nightmares and infinite hells
here is where I dwell in leagues beyond sleep
pass the walls of the reality of this and the next and one within
were we peer past the known to place, unfelt
a different turn of fate a different word whispered
in hate, n Love-crafts a different world
unlike but close to this and the next
where we can see what would have been
here we dwell in the leagues of fragile sleep
were wishes are made and live fast
till dawn in visions of what will be
blazon upon optics that dwell in pure and perfect sleep
were a war of a future past is a ghost that lasts
in a fragile sleep of broken visions and searing memories
a land of dreams where nightmares run free
in realities unknown and never seen
if only in the depths of the most fragile sleep
crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile
pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed
thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues
heart softens atria, ventricles
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises
coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals
feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction
rooted into Earth mooted primordial
authentic estate mirthful immemorial
aligned connection very refined
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Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love? Quote by Fulton J. Sheen
Nature has no underdogs, myths may be false,
Those with no love seem to be caught in a waltz.
To adjust our hurdles, we meticulously rehearse,
We reject being wounded in this erratic universe.
Our faith appears to have lasted since antiquity,
Being pulled by the wind, unfettered by eternity.
We are bound by the rules of nature's— sway,
Not ready to face even the least severe decay.
Hands were utterly washed in widows' tears,
Too often, resonating gunfire rippled in my ears.
Fear has numbed souls as an effect of swift hope,
I'm aware we may prevail over all this via scope.
Plainly, the soldiers' wounds are spewing blood,
And ooze as mud in a leader's spring-tide flood!
The white in the house is turning a rich crimson,
And it appears that our freedom can't be won.
As they said, we have a slim chance of winning,
We'll never prevail over hate in the mind's sting.
We're in a quagmire over the filth we've been told,
Yet further soldiers rise into a cloud—cold.
Broken spirits drenched in bloody destiny,
Frustrated by the final result for evil zestily.
Chronic delusions of woebegone escape,
Vociferating boisterously below Liberty scrape
A cloudless sky is charred by a radiant, bright light,
And charcoal floats up, stroking my dangling feet.
Below lies a blazon of bleak, dark, stinging plight,
The dead, however, have no awareness of defeat.
Many wounds whisper in our view as we get near.
As the earth weeps alone, seek renewal with tear.
Finding our kin who were sold on the dark web,
Untruth now flows, and people's faith does ebb.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: May 22, 2023
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
I am the axiomatic master of my fate; the King of Maxim state.
I sit on a throne of axions, maintaining discrete time symmetry to keep my line in place.
With ordained and sovereign rule, I rise to the dominion of my life’s decisions; even when they do not translate to my intentions.
Blazon insignias are inscribed by my position.
Posed by social status and affluence, alongside it a physical constitution.
Each of us having idiosyncrasies by means of paradox.
As if to say I'm right handed and made of left handed particles, with momentum opposite to intrinsic spin.
By what parity could this arise?
Alas a vast enigma, derived by the perceptions of body soul and mind.
At ease and at odds to forego and prevail.
In concert of my peers, I will unsheathe the Magnus Opus and uncover the vale.
The ignorance of our own empowerment that I overtly forswear, and so goes on the allegorical tale.
It’s given narrative defeated, torn to tatters by The Sword of Gale.