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I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described as “mysterious”. You’d never mistake him for a bad omen. He wouldn’t make a very good Halloween mascot either, the boy ran with wide-eye from vacuum cleaners and drooled in his sleep for God’s sake. Peaches had one eye. I never asked him how he lost it, or if he traded it for some extra lives or something. Frankly, I don’t even know if he remembered having two. He, with astounding two-eyed confidence, would size up the antique, conversation stained dining room table and leap up there, skewed depth perception and all, to fall six inches short of his goal. Never seemed to bother him though, two seconds later (eight seconds in cat years) he’d wiggle his butt and give it another go. Never letting one eye or wood tables or any of life’s other traditional inconveniences stop him. He could have written really great self-help books. Now that I’m thinking about it, Peaches taught me a lot about life. Most importantly, that the two o’clock sun was the best place to close your eye and doze off for an hour (four hours in cat years), drool a bit, and dream of a world without vacuums.
The surface of of the sky,
pointing to the charms of your moons
and the reason why he knows you.
Verily, I say to you, By and By.
A glimmer of star light in an image tears
as a meteor of exotic ice creams to flavor.
Stardust of the wheel of the Universe cogs
n-nissan s pores.
The "Imagining lens' licked in might of will's.
clandestine mystery, teased and enticed"
Olefactory (a picture of the artistry in variety
in loves vast creativity voice of vise vice)".
There is a line age- related scene where a
constellation is placed in Gods hand,
an ancient bolt of Eros lightning appearing as
born from dawn's golden gland,
(in the middle of a field of galaxies, brook of.
spurning on and on, expsandse'd-Song.Plan.)
The image is a scene of a cosmic cloud rising
at an angle of positional love.
It shows the image holding a sphere of its own
light and one of its lamps in green neon
splitting the voids and blights.
The shape of its Arched bRow at CamerA,
an echo of the concept of proof,
of best in show,
held on his knee at the Fatherly throne.
The meaning of the shroud is like
a poem to the poet,
that says " I was born to love,
to experience a vowed connection
and to be living poetry
in your midst in spite of the proof of how. I'd know."
When the qualms of life disperses negative destiny has me final when confusion and anxiety and displacement Corrals me I'm in tensely surrounded I'm Unbound as I stopped and stand and breathe and look up though my arms and hands in the air I realize that you never ever leave me and it's me who runs away so I find myself racing I come running unto you and I am amazed that you are ever still and as I'm running you're there with me too
I come run unto you
I come run unto you
I come running towards you
Though you've never left my side
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I come run unto you
I come run unto you
I come running into heart-arms
In the Darkness sometimes The Light Within Me is rather dull and dim
Feels like I have no one to follow, hold onto lead me to guide me no one not a friend
Shackled to my story chained up in my circumstance just so happens and I'm not just standing restricted
While in the Darkness along with your wife and stutter lighting me flickers it no longer flutters
I am alive I am a light and I'm the Lamb
Was standing and walking not running my light the blazed and run unto the Great I AM
liken a lightening bolt nova blast now brilliant shines my light
I come run unto you
I come run unto you
I come running towards you
Though you've never left my side
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I come run unto you
I come run unto you
I come running into heart-arms
I come run unto you
6/8/24
Written words and
Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
From cracks above, lightning explodes
A deranged sea rattling the mast;
Hanging on between life and doom
My fate near water’s rim, harassed
When darkness hides the palest star.
Just then, a silhouette appears
Long the tresses, eyes deeply creamed
Ready to meet the tempest’s dare…
In one bolt, a ship wreck redeemed
Calming the dread upon my face.
Against a current's dauntless reel,
The buoyant glide of milder waves
Recedes through siren’s drawl that lures,
That an angry gust now behaves
As she steers me ashore, then leaves.
I wake to feel a heady scent
Recalling tastes of Galene’s night,
Until dream-catcher’s web unfolds
To snap me back from fancy’s flight…
Yet in my head, her mystique heaves.
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Rob Carmack's Dream Contest
4/23/2015
Galene—Greek goddess of calm seas
Not another! Bee Bee love poem.
The love Humble had for her hit him like a bolt of lightning.
It would have been frightening, if it wasn’t so exciting.
His heart raced, he could not remove the smile from his face.
Surely this time it must bee real?
He didn’t have enough hope left to waste.
Sure he was sure that she was the one.
She was unlike any other that he had ever met.
He knew he was wrong to start with a blonde;
He had always loved the brunettes.
So Humble B. fell in love with Bee Bee.
Some would say it is elementary,
But I think it is much more sophisticated than that;
It’s fate, it’s destiny, it’s a drop of the hat,
To the beautiful Bee Bee, Humbles Queen.
The everlasting love he had seen in his dreams.
Bee Bee loved Humble as much as he loved her,
And now their tale of love was spinning in a whirl,
And writing itself, for no author was needed,
To tell the story of the Bee’s; the book had been seeded,
And now new love was everywhere to bee seen,
For little Humble B. and his beauty Queen.
Destined to last, no turning back;
They would fly with each other from now until the end.
The trials and tribulations are all just the facts.
The fantasies are what makes it feel like a Godsend.
Two Bee’s who are meant to bee,
Together forever living in Harmony.
Sure they may argue and occasionally cry,
But they both truly know how they feel on the inside.
Destiny has played their hand,
And now together they fly over the land,
And all they see, they see with each other.
Love finds their true love and forgets all other lovers.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I climb to the top of the Eiffel tower to catch the remnant of hope gliding through the skies in a bolt of lightning as it circles the three hundred- and thirty-meters pinnacle standing bravely on the hill singing songs of redemption.
I have been longing to get there because I have something romantic to share, it was you I saw sitting in a golden chair with a diamond ring on your finger and golden septage in your hand.
You had gifts all around you and long line of people were waiting to see you and the people from Babylon walking by saluting and bowing in front of you.
It seems like yesterday they rolled the curtain away and you came out without a thought or doubt, but the villagers began to shout.
They marched in the village with sticks and stones calling on the woman of Samaria to turn around or they would send the tanker man to blow up the town.
She didn’t take it seriously until she got hit in the face and ended up with broken finger and domestic disgrace, forcing her to pull back into herself as the weapon of death wheeled over her head.
It causes her to lose some precious vote and while she was out everyone start to shout, the river monkey and the Pentecostal valedictory but the Methodist honorary showed compassion and did not voice their opinion. Pope Francois was in on it too. But his persuasion was not strong to take down the giant man.
The live imagery was so profound of everyone you meet in the town. They smile in front of you and tear your garments behind you and when they are done, they hang it on a stick and place it on top of the Eifel tower in the sun.
We live in two separate worlds, one inside of me and the other outside of you, but it feels like you are right here besides me.
I can hear you all the time but you mask your voice underneath the vine and at nights when I take a nap you play tick tack toe underneath my frock but I pretend to sleep on to prevent altercation on the land. The image is always there it comes and disappears.
I am going on the hill to meet with the daffodil; I will minister to its soul and make its body whole. I will heal its painful allergy and when I wave my hands over its face, it will remove all the disgrace and dry up all the allergies.
The daffodils will smile again from the virtue of my healing hands, so come and help me to sing this beautiful song.
Separation.
Alone..
Only one..
A lightning bolt of loneliness strikes..
Fast and furious..
Spewing unwanted feelings..
A terrain of anxiety..
Baggage of emotions..
Locked inside a bottle..
Entrapment of the soul..
Desperately seeking to feed the soul with love..
To..
Allow the pure essence of the soul to sing..
A graceful soul to dance to freedom..
Free itself with a helping hand..
A beautiful hand to lead misery behind..
A beautiful hand to help unlock the bottle..
Inside a bottle where there lies emptiness..
An anguished soul awaits a destiny of freedom filled with love..
With arms stretched..
A gentle embrace..
A soothing touch..
The divine soul receives the beautiful hand..
Held together tightly..
Bonded together for infinity..
The pure essence of the soul now sings angelically in soprano..
A graceful dance of peace and harmony..
Separation gone..
Joined together..
In Unity..
Unity is all..
We are not alone..
We are all one..
You were the best magician in town they said
You made your audience gasp in awe and dread
You could saw a woman in two, in the news it read
You hypnotized with your hands instead
You were the sorcerer who played inner duality unsaid
You orchestrated and directed
I was shadowed in reactions and actions
The scene was set, my heart like drums began to beat
The audience now in for the final act, a treat
To saw a woman in two, was certainly no mean feat
You flashed your wand, of which you were so fond
An act of two began to roll, and there I lay down, swallowed by you whole
A bolt of lightening flashed, the audience saw me severed in two
Such a surrealistic view, as you took your bows for the final act
I was mesmerized by the magicians game who once more put me back again
You bent my gaze as you took center stage
I stood up the claps dying out, the prize of consolation no doubt
The magic that you spun, now the final act all done
I blinked and released your hold, backstage now, it seemed so cold!
The only magic I knew was the one that you stole!
There is no place like home
I represent the black, green and gold.
Out of many, we are one people, driven to succeed
Global excellence is our only mission to achieve.
Reggae and dancehall are the rhythm and beat in our feet
Only champions are born here
Marley, Louise Bennett and Bolt are all homegrown.
With blood, sweat and tears, we work hard for our own …this is the Jamaican way.
I come from a great nation, with people of strength and determination. I am proud to call myself Jamaican.
We move to one love and drink our Jamaican white rum …this is the land we love.
The aroma of blue mountain coffee mixed in the morning air, the taste of ackee and saltfish with a little roast breadfruit are heavenly delights only a Jamaican can understand, the national dish of our homeland.
Look at our smiles we celebrate 60 years in grand style.
No matter where we are, yard or abroad with heads held high we are proud to call ourselves Jamaicans.
We celebrate Jamaica's 60 years of independence by re-igniting our greatness within all who call themselves Jamaicans.
"I am Jamaican"
" I Smote Thy Heart"
by~ Richard Pickett
Upon the morrow, I shall take aim
with this slender feathered shaft at the heart of thee,
it shall pierce thee in the coldest of manners. Thou shalt
know from whence it came. From my sorrow, said sorrow
left upon me by the daggers of thy withered soul.
Beguiled by thy mask of innocence,that thee wore
as brilliantly as the Barrister, pleading before the magistrate.
Thou shalt plead mercy of passion, I once possessed only for thee,
that I remove the bolt from thy heart. Yet... I shall smite thee,till
thy blood runs as cold as the stone upon whence thy lie.
by~ Poet Destroyer
Strike on whom my ears deceive,
your sadness pierce ye 3 times therefore.
Straight liketh dagger of dragon teeth under thy heart.
A grace alone thou sprouted in remoteness ways.
If it ware not thy heart, ye fancy, into thy face
I have besidis all thy pain
No thing to want if it ware not Mad
Hold on to all things even as ye see, in every angle.
Nothing doth matter; thy aim shall endeth all sorrow
I have founded but makis me happiest thou ever was,
Thou shall not beggeth, taketh the dagger
Now thou its to late, smote thee very slowly
Thee hath my heart in deep shallow waters ;
Bloody lips do what ye list and dredge thee not
Smote thy heart, I care not,
Love whom ye forget, my sweet innocence.
Wherefore I pray mercy or shall not.
But love whom ye fear no God,
Do what must,
My tears shed thousands of grains of sand.
Morrow, will soon cometh, shall I hold
as you taketh away, from your
~ Femme' Fatal ~
A collaboration with * Richard Pickett