Long Candled Poems
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How slow can one eat one raisin?
How slow can one go?
A towheaded toddler sits cross-legged
Amidst his playroom with a raisin pinched
Between his forefinger and thumb, staring...
Raisins in handfuls...raisins in breads...
Raisins in muffins...raisins in holiday cakes...
Ever take more than one bite of a raisin?
Focus on that mini morsel:
A monumental mini mindful moment.
Focusing on a tiny thing can be big.
One raisin might sustain a guru, or you.
Could it be a portal to a new dimension?
Biting one raisin may open other worlds.
There are other sides to every story,
Even some coins have many faces.
Why we do things often defies
Reason and explanation...
And only rests in unbridled emotion.
Imagine now an 18th century regal, formal dinner:
Tuxedoed staff silently surrounds seated guests.
A kingly chap calmly sits amidst tinkling crystal.
Glittering, flittering, candled chandeliers glow...
In a tall, dark cornered, crown molded salon.
Flocked crimson medallion wallpaper in pattern...
Silver-haired, jewel-encrusted ladies adorn...
A triple tiered frosted cake - just for him.
Alone, stuffing his noble face - cheeks bulging...
Frosty globs creep from the corners of his royal lips.
Gorging himself, all that one could bare.
In the age of excess, some can't get enough.
Never ever taking only a bitty bite.
When is enough enough?
The awakened child within...
Teaches us many things.
If you can eat one raisin slowly...
You'll likely never yield
To inner abhorrent urges.
When time is still, I'll think fondly of you
Quiet renders of love's probable cause
This love now colored in a vibrant hue
A lingering fragrance that brings this pause
To think of you in a long cotton dress
Walking in fields where eyes invite desire
and hand held laughter skips across its cress,
to challange the world with a passion's fire
As our love sustains our illusion to dream
We'll fill each tender moment we find right
and watch shadows dance in candled theme
To create new memories we'll hold tight
I'll share no reason for these thoughts passing,
or make sense of love being everlasting
contest I Think of You
2/15/15
Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece, not even worth a jot.
They mused
“How are you feeling? What it is you want, you’ve got.
The words you scrawl on calling cards: ‘I AM – the others NOT’
Shun wisdoms of the Seven Seas: ‘Salvation can’t be bought’ –
Your fathers tried before you and your fathers came to naught.
“You started out by gelding goats and then by casting lots
Of bodies to the battlefields, contorted, tight and taut,
Then wallowed in the wake of trails the dervish devil trots.
“With marching bands of fatherlands, and drums of Hottentots,
You lure your legions in harm’s way like giant juggernauts.
Like Tweedle Dum your minions come (the sober and the sots,
The troglodytes, barbarians, and mislead patriots,
The Vandals, Huns and Hannibals and seaport Cypriots,
The Japanese, the Congolese, Americans and Scots)
To vanquish bows and arrows, spears and catapulted shots
Of those who hide in bamboo huts their families, pale, distraught,
(Their withered wives with dried up breasts, their swollen babes in cots)
Who swoon, engulfed in poison darts and vats of acid hot,
Consumed by magic mushroom clouds, atomic megawatts.
“In churches of your deities, your Holy Huguenots,
Your Imams, Rabbis, Voodoo Dolls and Mitered Lancelots
Lit wicked kindled candled walls in temples (while we fought)
(Used pins and needles, magic spells on makeshift mock whatnots)
And mosques, cathedrals, synagogues have blessed each new onslaught
With prayers for pipers, puppets, pawns, your rigid armed robots.
Continued in Part 2…
BRING ME CLOSER---
Bring me closer, bring me closer
Lord
Bring me closer, bring me closer
God
Bring me closer to your heart
Help me Father to impart
I wanna be loyal servant.. to you
I want to dine with you;
Eat of the manna you've provided
I've decided to sup wit you;
Bring me to the home you've provided;
Father I have now just decided;
To sup with you
To live with you
just to do
All of the things you want me to;
I just want to follow you
To live with you for all of eternity, I do;
Father you're far away;
All I know is that I pray;
To grace your blessedness always...
Eternity fathoms forever and always, yes Lord;
Bring me closer, bring me closer
Lord
Bring me closer, bring me closer
God
Bring me closer to your heart
Help me Father to impart
I wanna be loyal servant.. to you
your light does shine in the morning
My candled burns at night
So that your will is mine and I am yours today, tonight;
Bring me closer to you Lord, God
So that I may dine come and sup wit you
Home beside and guide me as I show you my will,
I will
so that I may instill you in love I will
Testify
Justify
In light in me your love
Bring me up so that I may sup with Christ in love
Bring me closer, bring me closer
Lord
Bring me closer, bring me closer
God
Bring me closer to your heart
Help me Father to impart
I wanna be loyal servant.. to you
Bring me closer, bring me closer
Lord
Bring me closer, bring me closer
God
3/7/07
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2007, 2019©
I dream of roses and a lover's song
The fragrance lingers from yesterday's air,
of sensual touch, when nights were long
And I was drowning in her falling hair
I gave her roses of passionate red
Spreading petals around her sweeter scent
We'd drink from love's cup, drunk on the unsaid
Lost in scented roses, fragrance now spent
Exposing her soul, revealing her cry
Who loved red roses and passionate love
A fiery white light that burned through night sky
She was a lover. One.... dreams are made of
I gave her red roses, for times lover's share,
She gave candled nights, beneath falling hair
contest Roses Roses Roses
Somewhere on a beach, there are lovers
umbrellas shade their secret kiss
the ocean serenades
and as the salted mist approves
their passion never fades
Somewhere, there’s a table, set for two
with violins and candled glow
a question to invite
a ring in pocket hopes to jewel
a bride dressed all in white
Somewhere, on a golden wedding cake
a couple speaks to memory
still with hand in hand
and guided by a love so true
all perils to withstand
Somewhere, there’s a love forever yours
it lives alone as you don’t know
we are so far apart
If I could only tell you now
that it lives in my heart
Woe, begone, you wretched apparition and cringe your digits--your devil's horns. Your wizardry is but a mere toy, rightfully played by little boys. You have steeped with malice for the bewitching hour, is but gone. Yet, what haunts your thoughts? A demon who walks the night, be this your palatial painting true, your chambered halls, that brew the pit of your soul. Even evil has a soul--somewhat--so when they die, the prince of darkness will have a host of minions to serve him, so if be true, that evil is part of your wretched disregard, should not the house be painted in a bruise. Ah yes-- it's the angelic hour, for the anemic hour has gone. Shadows of the night, locked in their corners due to the candled hours. Our righteous sun has begun, for the battle to keep at bay, are her enemies night's reward. The day will be long and arduous until the sun is called away. So Prayer Warriors, raise up your swords, to the 23rd Psalms. My Diurnal Prayer: ~~~~~~~"the Highest be praised for the life I live for the breath you give"~~~~~~~My Nocturnal Prayer:
for a life that had
lived for a life that has learned
sheperd king amen
Date: 08/21/2019
A shoal of roach fast scatter at my shadow.
Mother moorhen toots as chick ducks in
and out of overhanging ivy.
A boating flower floats along intact
with shadow's faithful dancing follow,
on gravel, then over weed and back.
Across the stream two white hat coots.
One ferries straw between its beak
with earnest nodding paddled scoots.
Buddlea, dipping low some leafy locks
quenches from the summer heat
its purple pointed candled shocks.
Sudden rising pigeon claps with winged
applause.Creator takes all honour, surely.
Outside all man's walls and doors
no other makes such glory.