Long Boarder Poems
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As a child I went surfing at Freshwater Beach in Sydney
Renowned for its great waves,
Swell waves for body surfing.
Beyond the breakers, furthest out, were the 'Heroes'
Old, leathery tanned surfers who waited hours and hours for 'the wave of the day'
They only caught a handful of the biggest waves every hour or two.
They spent hours lolling about beyond the break, waiting for the big one to leer up on the horizon
Too proud to catch the small stuff, the run of the mill waves not fit for 'heroes'
It was scary at first for a kid to venture that far out into the 'heroes' realm
They leered back throwing daggers and sighs with disapproving glances
But you could survive by giving them plenty of space, to avoid interfering with their rare big wave catch
The challenge was to 'show them up' by surfing down the waves they just missed,
Or staying on the wave for longer than they did.
To earn mere morsels or crumbs of reluctant respect.
They had a nasty way of ridding the blow-in boogie-boarders from their patch
They would duck down as flippered boogie-boarder passed overhead
But leave an arm and hand up
To grab the boogie boarder as it passed, dipping the nose in
Flipping the board and rider over in a somersault
This shooed the boogie-boarders away from
The 'Heroes' patch of sea just beyond the breakers.
I wondered through time and space
Searching for the right place
I checked the tent of the sun
Since your presence is much fun
Then to the moon's path
As your beauty reaches every part
I stopped even at the milky way.
Because your astonishing smiles always stays
I scrutinized the perimeter of the cloud
Being that your handiwork is very loud
I examined the mythic boarder of earth and sky
Yes, I know your lips won't lie
I peruse the corridor of the sea and land
Knowing your virtues are like the sand
But still your base eludes my grasp
Your space beyond my lapse
Frustration now befriend me
Oh! where can you be?
In solitude I pondered
To the hands of the wind I surrendered
From a depth a voice calls
Leading me to a wall
Of muscles, vessels and blood
In consistent rhythms as cord
Where could this be?
A shrine of blood and bones
Rosie Hammond went to a convention held in the town of Gig Harbor
With vacuum salesmen she would wine and dine while worrying about her daughter.
She was suffering from pain caused by the medicine she took for her insomnia disorder
Drifting off to sleep before the meal was complete she dreamt a UFO took her to the boarder.
Being in such dire straits to stay awake she sniffed a Listerine soaked tissue
Loosing their wits watching these tid-bits her friends asked, “What’s been bothering you?”
“Don’t get your spandex boxer shorts all out of sorts making lunar craters from wormholes,
You’re daughter will be fine just give her some time,” are the things that Rosie was told.
So they continued to taste the nuclear waste sent from the restaurant’s kitchen
And Rosie’s mind was free to let her be a contributor to the convention.
the differences between a camara and a mirror
are so distinctive it can not be clearer
for one is waiting and stays in it's place
and the other is willing to record time and space
the one is like living as if it's a dream
though another in another diminsion share a life we
weather we see ourselves or not we live around the corner
the reflection of life and light seperated by glass boarder
the camera is a wittness for all beautifull things
it's telling eye records whats most intresting
in its eye light is truth when the camera is in focus
they sometimes use the frame by frame
to see what we did'nt notice
both camera and mirror
are tellers of the truth
but when used by magicians
they are of totally different use
camera's record the past
and mirrors show the present
the two together a time machine
that might surprise the bearer
some imagin the mirror a window
into another place
but really all it is, is a device
to see ones face
and some think that with the camera
they can capture your soul
but what the camera really does
is shows us how we've grown old
and if we could go through the window
of the picture and regain our youth
what would become of wisdom
and what would become of truth
but away with foolish notions
and forget those fantasies
use the camera for memories
and the mirror for seeing me
Borders
On the road to Life
There is no desire, to raise the ire, of this boarder guard,
Only a desire to raise her gates – to era boarder for this bard.
Boarder erected to keep this one at arms length – away form you –
Three more have been added ( no writing, no gmailing, no phoning ) what to do ?
How does one get passed ?, all that is said and done – making one feel so small.
Nothing – it seems – at all !
What are the chances ?, is the fate ?, that we can come face to face,
be in the presence of one another – social intercourse, to communicate.
What are the possibilities ?, that, with you, I hold some special place ?,
of relevance, of importance, of meaningfulness – what is my fate ?
Borders !, boarders, borders do I see, boarders you erected just for me
so that you can justify your actions, reactions, leaving me to be
nothing and no one you care to share with, and seldom see.
Seldom, now has become the essence, the realm of never,
and I do believe, it is your intension, your desire to make it forever.
B. J. “A” 2
April 6th 2009
I see your tears within the rain at times...
And as i feel the drops of you absorbing right into the center
of my hearts beating chimes
I remember your smile and the fight in you that said "No" to the boarder
lines and "Yes" to the fight for life and love with the family that
binds.
Your indomitable spirit bought our family to a full circle... with a gift left
behind that would never allow Cancer to cripple; but the reverse of strength,
faith, love and belief of God's blessing of life that tripled.
And even though we faced some setbacks... you remained strong until
you and God was ready for an amazing remission and comeback;
with a style and grace that would attract and make all react to the strength
of a woman's will that remained intact.
And now...
That my mom has received her wings
I speak through the soul and spirit of Annette Saxon and that of my family
to stay strong;
even in those times when you're not up to being judged, analyzed, and criticized.
Stand strong and see what God brings.
And as the sun shines down from heaven... just know you and your family are never alone;
For the Heavens are full of wings fighting the fight with you from heavens
length with the "ANGELS WINGS OF STRENGTH"
A house so old and ruined even the ghost moved out
shutter and boarder with the roof caved no doubt
decay and desolate not a vagrant dare
seek shelter over there
Once a proud house indeed
gave many families the home they did need
repaired and remodel throughout the years
life and love within this house was shared
The neighborhood declined
the house grew empty in time
abandon and left to rot
an eyesore time forgot
People just moved way
to better places they worked and stayed
deteriorated inside and out
schedule to be demolished no doubt
Abandon house and abandon souls
if no one cares no one knows
an empty lot where the grass grows tall
lost memories no longer recalled.
The birds have left the trees;
No longer is it warm now there's a cool/cold breeze
All of the barren limbs all the leaves
have gone...
Where are the birds now...
It's no longer spring or summer
Where have they flown now;
Where are those the birds in the skies;
All their departure
Up and left gone so
Heading south of the boarder, they have flown;
The ants and butterflies;
No longer roam nor fly now;
The grounds are now ridged and cold;
Where do all the ants and butterflies go;
When winter comes down...
It's no longer spring or summer
And all of the grounds no longer green now;
the grounds have harden midst the cold;
All their departure
Up and left gone so
Heading south of the boarder, they have gone?
12/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Eagerly joining the nation's martial order,
Becoming Uncle Sam's itinerant boarder,
Pledging to defend my country's border,
Against foreign malice and internal disorder.
Callously disregarding my own personal ambition,
Carelessly abandoning familial bonds and social position,
Caustically enlisting in the my country's latest inquisition,
Cheerfully pledging to defend abstract values without condition.
Forthrightly conditioned to to obey without recourse,
Instantly melded into mindless, fraternal force,
A provisioned robot, a designated national resource,
Vetted to die for patriotic cause without slightest remorse.
Subjugated to the imperial dictums of state,
Compensated a minimal wage for perilous fate,
Commissioned to fight amorphous foes without face,
Trained to annihilate belligerents without trace.
Sweating his blood
Someone is serving you food,
Someone is ready at boarder
to drain his blood,
You know….
River is to water and garden to flower,
Don’t you feel …..
Love is to farmer and hug to soldier,
Let the flower to blossom and river to flow,
Let the birds to sing and the lions to roar.
Milking her blood
Someone fills your hunger,
Someone is ready at door
to hold you on his shoulder,
You know….
Candle is to light and gold to shine,
Don’t you feel …..
Mother is to Goddess and Father to Thee,
Let the rainbow to paint and the cloud to sprinkle,
Let the ocean to dance and the mountain to smile.