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One tentative step,
then another, bolder,
breaching vastness
unbounded.
It is the resolute study of
empty pages
hopeful
of a happy ending
to what is yet written
It is predatory bloodlust
too intense
and transcendent
of the present.
Contracted muscles,
surging adrenaline,
narrowed vision,
and felled prey.
Everything else shrinks,
momentarily,
to nothing
'til time catches up.
It is an embrace,
accepting,
fully ignorant,
but sweetly,
all that lurks,
creeps,
lies in wait,
just around the bend
with a deceptive grace.
A plummet,
cascading free-fall,
awash in misty glee,
upheld by angel wings
and the river
recklessly
toppling
over a cliff.
Blinding swirling passions
disorientation,
oblivion,
battered
but alive.
Alive
and
confident still.
09/02/15
The blue hills rolled down embracing
the verdant slopes in rhythmic dance,
to the cradle of the humming hamlet
where my childhood home was once.
With formless flotilla of cloud clumps,
floating free in seamless cerulean sky,
my teenage exuberance soared high
with the colorful kites I loved to fly.
The cascading brook of aqua pearls,
flowed down in flamboyant grandeur,
girdling our house in a latticed loop
of horse-shoe contoured meander.
My rainbow tinged paper boats glided
on the curling current’s rippling trail,
on these to distant shore of dreamland
I felt entranced my fervent fantasy sail.
When the storm surged from nowhere,
the kites flew away, and the boats sank,
an uprooted tree, I turned to driftwood,
the boats I search for, stuck at river bank.
Written : August 7, 2020
June 21, 2022
Contest : 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4
Sponsored by : Mark Toney
Many springs came rolling on the wheel of time,
we wafted our entwined hearts on wings of love.
Ardent fervor set sail on the cloud fleet across blue,
Not for long, for the rain storm dissolved the sky.
My yearning slid far with the stream of your eyes,
but surely I knew I’d return possessed, won’t fail
to be with you in the garden of my meadow,
for in the wrap of your arms again I’d love to be.
In the vibrant vale of my cascading heart
your footprints sculpted a turquoise trail.
As I walked with dream on its tortuous trace,
I discerned the remains of my love glimmer
in the mesmeric embrace of the moon dust,
showering on me the sequins of your beauty.
You grew saplings sprouting in moonlit splendor,
verdant leaves took care of the budding roses,
unfurling one by one at the sunburst crimson dawn,
enticed you with the gleaming glow of longing
where you could then find me smiling content,
for I could keep my promise to bloom, the first,
see in the feeble flicker of your eyes my kryptonite.
Send your gentle rays to wake me
my grieving bedroom seeks your light
blow a soothing breeze, my love
and lead my dance across this day
while I lay atop and beneath you
wrap me in your heated arms
tickle all my senses
with your fragrant emerald grass
at the peak of midday
take me across the horizon
touch me with your golden cascading rays
nourish me as you do the Earth
thrill me with your rain
kiss your splash upon my skin
seduce and soften dirt
melt me as you melt the soil
and father the dormant seeds
buried deep within
an ever-fertile womb
dry your weeping silver
it twinkles on tree branches
in the faintest graze of Sunlight
peeking out behind your quilt of clouds
like a child on Christmas morn
awaiting your coming gift
mother of Earth
eternally maternal
humble me
with your celestial magic
for it’s you, only you
who crafts a balanced arch of elements
sweeping color across the sky
to build a bridge of harmonious hues
where the wetting Rain
walks with the drying Sun
“My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved;
and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.”
Rumi
I had heard the legend of her tears,
silent drops of sorrow liberating her pain,
flowing upon the tip of her voiceless lips.
Her hopes descending like blossom buds,
drowning in ripples of rampant tides,
dragging her deeper into despair,
as her words suffocated among ignorant waves.
Trials of life had infected her mind,
with a melody of melancholic vapours,
setting her adrift in misplaced uncharted waters.
Immersing further, her cries no longer echoed,
as her heart choked upon confined consciousness.
Upon the depths of concussed misconception,
under electric, earthquake, haunting horizons,
her soul lay in slumber deluded by misjudgement.
Confused between regret and remorse,
trapped within the dilemma of circumstance,
her fears set sail upon satanic seas,
but only crawled into solitary seclusion -
forming eggshell foundations.
I was no hero nor did I have a halo,
but I was born to become a martyr,
in the glory of her martyrdom,
so I unpacked my heart,
ready for the final crusade of my life.
Treading upon a path of cracked glass,
decaying with crumbling concrete,
I wandered towards her speechless screams.
Preparing to feel the personification of her pain.
Empathic nature of my spirit yearned to
rescue her from the illusions of a fathomless abyss,
to release her from her internal crucifixion -
hoping we would merge like ocean and shore.
As I reached the darkness of her door,
like a star falling from heaven,
her truth like stardust, softly sprinkled,
flourishing and nourishing through me.
I placed my heart into her hands,
as light faded out the blackness,
like an abundance of kaleidoscopic petals,
her tears now illuminated like a rainbow.
Overwhelmed in this tranquillity,
shimmering reflections of emotions,
like gentle rain cascading from my soul,
I became tearful as they nurtured my heart's garden.
I remain intoxicated in their enchantment,
kissing her sorrows away for eternity.
Jazz Fingers-Dedicated verse for Delores Matthews-
Verse 1
Oh, when the night gets low and the shadows swing,
I feel a rhythm rise in everything.
Snap your fingers, let 'em dance like breeze,
With jazz fingers tapping softy to tease.
Ivory play the keys for me, PIanO leaves
Chorus
Them Jazz fingers moveN right, let the music take flight,
We’ll groove in sync under neon lights bright.
The world fades away with a sweet serenade,
Let them horns N drum play
Just you and me where memories are made.
Verse 2
As tha saxophone whispers secrets of old,
The bass thumps deep with tales yet untold.
Cascading piano keys play love’s refrain,
This jazzy haven we’ll never feel pain.
Metal golden buttons push them for me
*(Chorus)*
Them Jazz fingers moveN right, let the music take flight,
We’ll groove in sync under neon lights bright.
The world fades away with a sweet serenade,
Let them horns N drum play
Just you and me where memories are made.
Bridge
Dimly room lit where spirits entwine,
Every snap tells a story; it’s simply divine.
Heartbeats up sync with each trumpet's rhymes roar—
Feel that pulse magic through every encore.
Verse 3
So lift your glass high for these moments sublime—
With laughter and song woven deep mastics time.
Let’s travel together down this vibrant lane—
To swingin’ reflections so passions remain.
Final Chorus
Jazz fingers tonight—we’re lost in their grace,
Each stroke paints delight on life’s canvas space.
Drummers beats up tempo, like a woodpecker
Under moons so mellow
We’ll laugh 'til it stings—
A celebration of beauty only jazz brings!
Outro
Yeah! Feel those jazz fingers gliding so free—
As long as there’s music… rhythms moves come share it with me!
09/3/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHATA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
Parental love is not a scalar measure,
it’s giving each child the individual support and care,
devoid of judgment or comparison,
without favoring one over another.
I do not pour the vastness of oceans in a single spoon,
nor do I capture the rainbow rhapsody in a single frame.
For me, one child is the gleam of the morning light,
the other, the soft shine of the twilight tinge.
One is the ebullience of the cascading stream,
another, the calm depth of the bottomless sea.
I love to the full the one in front of me,
enticing me with unique identity,
until moving away from sight, not from mind,
giving the space in my heart to the other.
Autumn
A northwest breeze gently caresses my face,
and nine days linger until first day of fall.
Each change of seasons I readily embrace,
I see cascading leaves and hear Geese that call.
winter
Then comes winter with it’s seasonal blast,
when often, tree branches, wear winter attire.
Frequently this season leaves me downcast,
but the smouldering fire becomes my pacifier.
spring
Then buds sprout and grass begins to green,
spring always brings with it new birth.
I watch songbirds as they sing and preen,
and plant things that grow in God’s rich earth.
Summer
Summer is the season of some harsh extremes,
a sweltering heat index often affects my inhaling.
It conjures up my visions of rippling streams,
each season becomes a portrait God’s unveiling.
Splattering dried soil upon my face
Lying on that bed for a space
Space for stars, rainbows, and the moon I plunged my eyes; the sky took me into a room
An inch of fumes and smoke filled my lungs
Drown in how they pierced their fangs
Space by space, acre by acre—work as a trade
My skin, eyes, and hair were cascading.
Treasures like golden quicksand,
Provider at most, even in their command
Midst of the haze, everything seems fine to me
Died at most, thou poorest tree
Let them cultivate their land and squeeze out my skin
Everything looks fine to me; I have no kin
Let them pulp my eyes and scorch my feet
Does not matter when I live in a threat
The gift of their deeds is the scaly land
Uncage the air and mutate the hand.
Living in hell or living in a raging tie
Raging storms, zapping lightning, polluted realm, and it looks fine to thine eyes
Stood a strong soldier with all those mishaps
Hiding my scar and fertilizing all my stuff
When you are all broke and I’m here to embrace you
Complaining is not my cup of tea
The bride’s inflorescent bouquet, cascading —
a tropical tease of Chamorro charm
in the Marianas Islands.
A circular celebration arch
of bougainvillea and golden wedding bands,
preened and prepared, to love and cherish.
The handsome groom clasps the bride’s hand
as they step into the infinity ring.
Their breathing entwined with sunshine and seashells.
Her dark, Guamanian skin
and sleek ebony hair, surrounded by Red Hot,
California Gold and Sundown Orange blossoms.
The honeysuckle-scent of paper flowers,
intoxicating —
ruminating with romance.
The Pacific Islanders,
bare feet in tan sand,
release the coconut essence of their vows.
The grand reception at the hotel, in moonlight hours,
near the ancient wall, kissing blossoms and bracts.
4/8/2019
Bougainvillea Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish