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Tangerine sunsets prove to my heart
That endings, too, have their part
Fireflies flickering across the dark
Light up the way so that we remark
Emerald pines, strong oak and birch
Color the forest in hues to research
Butterflies wishing upon a red rose
Silence my longings with beautiful prose
Lavender lilacs fill souls with delight
Capturing hopes in breaths of insight
Robins and doves soar across the dawn
Awakening laughter to which we are drawn
Buttery sunshine lights up my dreams
Opening the heart to joy in extremes
Bunny and fawn both blaze their trails
Dancing gracefully, wagging happy tails
Rainbows of wonders sing through my soul
Wrapping me in love that makes me whole
Embracing my spirit in light from the throne
Where there is comfort in knowing I am never alone
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July 23, 2021
I remember the tossing and turning,
the airless breaths-
aching my body with desire.
I remember the pleasure of my vexed lips
whenever I'd utter your name.
And while the parting sorrow of our last embrace
haunts the shadows of my mind,
I have yet to let you go
in my fantastic memory.
And still, my being mourns the loss
of your stretching impression.
In the way I recall old memories
and their fading wisps-
my blind faith had ruled me
and so the one lesson you taught
I hadn't learned.
But now, in the warm zephyrs of my reflections
I know the difference between meaning,
and a lovely facade.
Still, within the depths of my sorrow,
all of the great beauties I have encountered since
have yet compared to my devotion for you.
And though I spared myself
by parting in time,
you still rule me-
the way any beaten moth would be ruled
by a flame.
Suggest a Covid-19 Lockdown Activity:Random Activities
1.Take three deep breaths close your eyes aloud acknowledge God
2.Donate money to a coronavirus charity
3. Write a song and record it for you, your and friends
4. Have a video conference with a family member
5. Write to a politician who may be able to improve things for you
6. Have a water fight with your family
7. Take a slow walk around your yard and then to your nearest park
8. Campaign for human rights
9. Even in your physical/mental pains tell ALL family members you love them their forgiven
10. Make your certificates to give to your family your close friends
11. In the cool of the morning/evening, read a book outside.
12. Host an Outdoors dinner party for your family
13. Create a scrapbook of positive news stories
14. Build a town out of things you have around
15. Write a poem, just write, just write, just write
16, Placements signs in your front yard "Breathe, I Love U"
17. Write You Are Well Cards, How are You Cards, ANYTHING I can do for you Cards distribute to your neighbours
18.Go to your back yard in cool of the morn/evening lay on your back look unto the heavens(not the sun) listen, breathe, enjoy nature whispers. Feel God's warmth. Be still, Instill peace Wait on the calm (even in this present storm) TELL YOURSELF YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD. Acknowledge yourself you are the best repentant state join in Angel's nature sings in the very present state your in inhale/exhale be still you-re in His will, His love this you are God's breathe and it doesn't belong to that pandemic mistress coronavirus
BELIEVE AND BE SAFE
Believers, Readers and Poets
6/24/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
you …
lay among the
sheets, as still as death itself
tho' your bosom rises-and-falls with
gentle breaths …
what do you dream, my darling?
oh surely of fancies that
shame this trembling night …
moonlight thru louvers paints you -
slices your form into porcelain
shards of luster …
I wonder, are the dark portions mine?
have you and your god avowed a
share to my madness?
or are they the stripes of your lord
given in redress to haunt me?
your eyelids quiver, dreams rolling
them forth-and-back -
please let those meanderings be of us,
when we were happy ...
do you remember?
oh, such love we shared those ages ago
far removed from the realities of
a full moon and the fiery curse that
sears my veins and marrow …
how I long to press my lips to your
eyes in waking, as then …
but that is too close - yes, far too close …
pray, what have I become, my love
that I long for blood over being?
if only you knew the monster, here -
the beast born of flesh
that considers you now in slumber -
tossing a mental coin for your love ...
or life …
please - please awaken now, my darling
drive a stake of passion through my aged heart -
hasten, lest the hungers take me over
and you perish for the sake of
this delirium ...
of the moon ...
and me.
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 21 Poetry Contest
Mark Toney - Judge & Sponsor
October 9, 2025
Teardrops born from
inflamed elated eyes.
Fetuses of euphoria
slips and slide down
thy cheeks for they
are genuine touch
that emblazon the
trail upon the abyss
of thy bosoms bare.
Come o thee, thy
desirous flames
and quench the
ardor of my thirst
that wanes in an
ancient domain of
soulless wanderers
tarrying for release
into a realm that is
yet unclaimed and
hail me beyond the
clutches of myself,
virgining an instilled
wonder. Venturous
being to be sprung
into the glory of the
true light, and then
stretch yonder from
this firmament hold
and embolden upon
a righteous climb to
heights unknown so
at the appointed tryst
with destiny, burst at
first, a tight existence
of brevity, ere I then
explode my essence
as an unfurling verse
of a red florentine for
eyes to behold and
breaths to yield into
submission, captives
that toys with their
emotions. Preying
upon fickle souls that
meanders yon my
presence, for I am a
simple soulless oddity
in their life.
Date: 06/16/2019
FOR THE LIVING (ALREADY DEAD)
AS CREATIVITY WANES, MY SPIRIT, IT ALSO FADES ……
NO ROOM LEFT FOR LIVING
BUT I AM FAR TO YOUNG TO DIE
NO ENERGY LEFT FOR GIVING
BECAUSE MY RETURN ARE THE TEARS I CRY
WHISPERS ARE MY VOICE UNHEARD
FAINTER BREATHS YOU’LL NEVER BREATHE
AND THE LIFE THAT I AM LIVING
STILL WON’T ALLOW ME TO SEE
THE MEANINGS THAT ELUDE ME
ARE THE ANSWERS I SEEK TO FIND
THE DREAMS THAT DIE FOR ME EACH DAY
REMIND ME OF MY FLEETING TIME HERE
CAN’T OVERCOME THE WEATHER
HEAVY CLOUDS OBSTRUCT MY VIEW
FOLLOW MY HEART OR FOLLOW MY HEAD
NEITHER IS SURE OF WHAT TO DO ANYMORE
I LIVE MY LIFE FOR THE LIVING
FOR I AM ALREADY DEAD
NO RETURN FOR ALL THE GIVING
IN THE END IT IS AS I SAID,
ALREADY DEAD
…I TRY TO IMAGINE WHAT IT MUST BE LIKE TO LIVE
TRY TO REMEMBER IF I EVER REALLY DID
THE WASTED YEARS THAT GOT ME THROUGH
THE DARKEST FEARS I’VE EVER KNOWN
HAVEN’T BENEFITED ME IN ANY WAY
AND AS MY UNSPOKEN WORDS HAVE YET TO REVEAL
I’M LIKE A BOOK THAT HAS NEVER BEEN OPENED…
SO I LIVE MY LIFE FOR THE LIVING
BECAUSE I AM ALREADY DEAD
THE LESSON I LEARNED IS THE ONE THAT I’M GIVING
BECAUSE IN THE END IT IS AS I SAID, I’M ALREADY DEAD
In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind,
there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets,
a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light.
Once, it was alive, pulsing with the beat of day-to-day,
but now, it’s shrouded in a cloak of solitude,
walls lined with the echoes of laughter long gone,
rooms filled with the heavy air of stories untold.
The woman who lived there, a mystery, a shadow,
wandered its halls like a ghost, her presence barely felt
but in the gentle ivory caress of piano keys
that floated through the night, a sorrowful symphony
played to an audience of moon and stars.
Folks in town, they gossiped, cruel jests hidden behind closed doors,
labeling her a recluse, a witch, a specter of the past,
never understanding the weight of loneliness she carried,
a burden that bent her shoulders and dulled her eyes.
She found peace in her music, notes rising and falling,
like the breaths she drew, deep and resonant,
a language only she and the night could comprehend.
The farmhouse, with its peeling paint and creaking floors,
stood as a testament to her existence,
its decay mirroring the abandonment she felt,
doors no longer opening to welcome guests,
windows looking out with a yearning for the world.
Inside, the piano waited, its keys now silent,
dust gathering like a blanket, a comfort in the stillness,
each particle a memory, a moment frozen in time.
And so, the house remains, a relic of loneliness,
a monument to the misunderstood,
its story floating with the wind, carried through the fields,
a melody played on the strings of time,
eternal, echoing, alone.
Our Star The Sun
We hither, simultaneously exposed, upon this earth go merrily around it,
As a star amidst the number's relinquished half of the energetic lifetime,
Life well-spent, we're part of its reciprocal beneficiaries earning a profit,
Business, as usual, might be its script, nonetheless, survival be sublime,
Truth is betold in chaptered verses, its inception in trailing breaths emit,
Our symbiotic relevance, correctly, born to an unknown future only time,
Pans out that a tale be realized, and venture should a future time permit,
Transport said souls, whatever we and others have enjoined a paradigm,
Prognosis ne'er descends well, forever is a measured interim, ne'er befit,
A permanent residence, as is, for a phasing bold chapter, be anew climb,
The essence of us presently possess both flee and flight, have a go at it,
Perchance by way of evidence be naught in the stars played pantomime,
Guesstimates permeate our baffled faculties, observationally its cockpit,
Muted by our scaled pretenses that limit our conjecturing via fault crime,
Sorts regulated support of vast liken stars, gathered data do at its tidbit,
Its wayward subtle glide per universe, few of us begs a ride of its prime,
Indistinct, effortlessly wanderings about, tagging star via hooked outfit.
2020 March 14
In this silence, I reflect on the way it used to be
Dancing, laughing, when my strength emerged with sound
But, music doesn’t always keep drumming away, playing
And silence can bring to surface what may have drowned
A quiet gift with a new chance to see every single part of me
My heart beats slower, calmed by these soft breaths
Without silence, I may have become lost in distractions
Unable to find a place to be, a place to call home for me
But, here is my safe place where I hold onto what I’ve found
No need to speak within my comforting blanket of silence
In my safe haven, I will see and I will know just who I am
Heidi Sands
6/21/20
Placed 3rd in the Reflection in silence poetry contest.
The carpet used to be a plastic kingdom,
Where Barbie lived the lives I used to crave.
I hit the age I always dreamed of holding,
Expecting to be grown, and wise, and brave.
But looking in the mirror, nothing shifted.
I see the same kid staring at the glass.
The wisdom that I waited for evaporated,
While heavy, adult breaths begin to pass.
Sixteen is brushing closely down my shoulders.
The slack is gone; the childhood curtain falls
.I miss the days of crayons on the floorboards,
Before the stacks of textbooks built these walls.
I miss when dreams were wild and unattainable,
When being a princess felt so safely far.
Because today, the dream demands my labor,
And pressure guides the course of every star.
I pour my life into a future uniform.
I fight for perfect scores to bridge the gap
.But now I fear the sea of other perfections,
And losing my own map.