Long Bourn Poems
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Before any thunder and lightning from man is dealt
Before any storm reaching passed the sea to ring the knell
Truth’s dead soul pierces through clouds like moonlight to be felt
A forgotten corpse wasting away in a forest’s well
Guarded by armies of trees that storms have defaced
A forgotten corpse for all consuming birds to smell
Truth’s memorial will outlive kingdoms which will waste
A sea that consumes kingdoms built from sand like Saudi
Which any child on the beach’s large body will taste
Bullets ripping skin apart on Adam’s body
Truth pouring out like red blood shedding tears
Raining on the field’s grass to be seen by somebody
Monarchs dressed in soft and costly clothes blind from beers
Blinded by amber to the truth being death’s firstborn
Screaming and wailing but no monarch even hears
In heaven where not any lightning or thunder is born
Before any thunder and lightning from man is dealt
The angel Armozel accepts Truth his son with no bourn
Truth’s dead soul pierces through clouds like moonlight to be felt
Sweet heart my passion dear pumpkin
Sweeter than a cabbage you are my sweet corn
somewhat louder than the bourn
Deep into that darkness sprouting
Liken a flower blossoming
How they were shouting, touting - flouting
those the farmers and gardeners
They abloom allemandes abstracting
Ah, distinctly I was defoliating
Your stock, your stem the bud of your flower
My mind always strays to you you’re beautiful as the trees
I crave your sweet, shrubby sycamore
I crave the awash, abloom abstract almond leaves
That, that the moment my soul grew cute
What could there be more purely brute?
Sweeter than the summer sun
Hotter than 4th of July
somewhat more covering than a parachute
you warned me about the spreading roots
Come grow with me
Come grow within me, come go with me
Deep into that darkness rising
the palmetto seemed happy synthesizing
what could there be more purely enterprising?
And the Tasmania was utilizing
Of the emergence's that is realizing
Deep into that darkness pollarding
Deep into that darkness spiraling
Instead I uncovered the squash
There stood an engaged goulash
While I pondered, awesome and swash
Much I marveled the square cherry tomato
I crave the gorgeous, glorious garlic
Remembering many cacciatore, horrendous mounts
The many microlight mushrooming
Such you are as I am
A pollenated vegetable won’t you be my flower
Come my sweetheart my flower stand with me under the rain showers
8/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
On a soggy dusk, long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
They were like a blue lagoon, deep and peaceful
On my dimpled cheek, a kiss you planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to soul!
Still, they echo, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
Fall always comes
As September rises
Leaves crimson, some gold
Say it's September 11
All over again and again
Every year the date reminds
Like a cruel Xmas on repeat
Keeping our presents
Every score, a bit forgotten
Until no one recalls planes
Till it turns to politics
Trying to find sweets in chaos
Flies are buzzin’
Some had hit our Twin Towers
Some were drawn to our pentagon
Some bravely missed the mark
The sky was falling on 9/11
Says Chicken Little
Too chicken to mourn
The day the sky really fell
We in America really felt it
All those purple bodies
Like confetti discarded
Like shrapnel remembered
Raining down to the abyss
On America's children
For twenty-five years
For what design?
For a virtual harem?
The flies are still buzzing
Everyone loves the Fall
But the few and me
We like growth over decay
Spring over the Fall
Petals died on 9/11
They fell like sakura
The Fall births cherry blossoms
For us to consecrate
Life is holy like petals and maples
But is the US holier?
As if we are just foliage
Whatever color discarded
We all bleed as one
Mingled with all the dust
That day will be forgotten
Be the few to ignite the forest
Smoldering, but not forgotten
Irrefutable as dust
Indefatigable as MLK
The youngest would be 25
Now a memory viridian
A charred acorn waiting
Unforgettable like a date
In a pit waiting to burst
In any hemisphere
A new memorial
In an undiscover'd country
From whose bourn
No traveller returns
Waiting to sprout
On nine eleven
Forget us to live
They say
No we say
If we forget
Who'll remember us?
Unless
The singularity
Is US
Cherry blossoms in September
Blood red leaves falling in May
Where towers never fall
They rise
If love is real
After this you needn't regret
Your life is bourn as your child today
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
All stakes are high upon this bet
Though grace and patience is all to pay
After this you needn't regret
In warmth and bonds may trust inset
The glow of knowing till egos play
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Advice wears over for angst's outlet
Never rash nor heavy, never lose light in day
After this you needn't regret
In a wink and a worry in your Autumn set
A thought to the child now grown away
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Then a day your child takes up the fret
You smile to see their berth and say:
After this you needn't regret
Voudrais tu une cigarette?
Balloons Geese Parks
David J Walker
The man in the park
With balloons for sale
Dreams are a penny a piece
Balloons float away said Daddy that day
Shall we give one to the Geese
Shall we send a prayer
Into the air
Shall we thank them for their song
Shall we watch for flight
In the mornings light
Shall we cheer them
and steer them along
Shall we sit for a while
And watch and smile
As balloons and geese
Fly away
Shall we pay a penny
And hope that many
Will return for their
Annual stay
The man in the park
With balloons for sale
His dreams are a penny apiece
Bourn by the breeze
And over the trees
Beautiful dreams released
On a dusky evening long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace.
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
Like a blue lagoon, they were deep and peaceful.
On your dimpled cheek, a kiss I planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to the soul!
Still, they repeat, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
My life has moldered and mildew grown,
Where my Love! Whither have you gone?
Who bid you slink into death’s secret hide?
Why left me to languish in a world of shadows?
Seasons roll and years glide,
Youth has withered and memory fails,
Now I wander through a dim shadowy world.
I feel so trapped and lonely, as twilight grips.
Like embers flickering low, yet stocked by the breath of fire,
I hope, we shall meet one day at the Golden gate,
Where no shadows shall lurk and time shall stay eternal
And silence sparks the language, the ears want to hear.
_______ _____________ _______
When rain is gone and sky gets clear,
When night turns deeper and silence creeps,
I transverse back to that dusky eve,
To retrieve those moments, I sadly cherish!
Mingled worths gleaned by contrasting instructions.
Disappearing as I meander amidst sun-soaked wisps.
History is storming, howling, and recoiling further convictions.
Current plans riding the rowdy wave are being crisp.
Ramifications of implied vows reveling from a keen sense,
Beautification isn't rationed by shading or form grip,
Bourn when eyes are drained, writhing, and wailing thence.
Unfulfilled pledges in the lack of truth and empathy,
Ascending to the apex of kindness obtain the rising grace.
Mystical decency, the springtime renew of humanity.
All these are shrinking twigs: wars, dread, and fury.
As consciousness rose
so did the shadows in men,
until the white sun rises
and leaves turn unfolding Zen
In the long grass of sleep we all lay
awaiting the awakening to life,
innocence filled our atoms
but we breathed in being and strife
In all the evil that’s been bourn
perpetuating the threat of old,
is the rotten heart of humanity
and with stealthy legs he rolls
As lessons of history were shared
the sins of time have repeated,
and the hordes filled with hate
storm the Tara pets at our feet
Until hate is colour blind
and all gods are held up,
and the mantel in the flame
is blown and fully caught
We are lost but not in vain
will this fight be forever fought,
be not afraid for in our veins
is courage breed and brought
I have faith with sanity and time
this blackness will fill with light,
and tomorrows will be bolden-ed
as purity glows crystal bright
Watching the pictures flicker by
scored with suffering and pain,
it's then that i fear this world
will never know innocence again
I feel the pureness in the flow
as the breezes brush my face,
in the universe no miracle holds
a candle to the blue of this place
Please ignore this simple child
polluted and poisoned by life,
I just want to see an end to war
before my last rays of light
Stage Fright
by Michael R. Burch
To be or not to be?
In the end Hamlet
opted for naught.
NOTE: I interpret Hamlet's famous "To be or not to be" soliloquy as a meditation on suicide. Hamlet considered death preferable to life, but agonized over "what dreams may come" in death's "undiscovered country." Hamlet hesitated to end his life because he feared what might lie beyond. Keywords/Tags: Hamlet, Shakespeare, Theater, Play, Literature, Act, Acting, Action, Exit, Farewell, Goodbye, Leaving, Stage Right, Stage Fright, Soliloquy, Suicide, Death, Undiscovered Country, Bourn, Bourne, Sleep, Sleeping, Eternal Rest, Dream, Dreams, Journey, Voyage