Long Choral Poems
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(a salvation for my then junior high school youngest daughter afflicted with cognitive dissonance, who over the intervening years (mor'n half dozen Earth orbitz ago), I dashed off this poem witnessed nothing short of miraculous transformation evinced and witnessed by profound learning displaying significant aptitude cognition).
twas spawned fondness
for above named young lady,
when she got assigned
to thine offspring
a glint of genuine virtue grew
into shimmering orb
of brilliant radiance
if accorded sound - would ring
the tune of countless angels,
which imagined beatific,
Democratic, fantastic...sounds
generated via many wing
heavenly music filling
cosmos with joy as august aural,
choral, epochal...tones
would zippily zing
from across universe
spurring one me silly mortal
to contrive this verse
attempting to capture her
aura, charisma, enigma...purse
sue wing dynamic link
with progeny did nurse
emotional and spiritual value
dedication she did immerse
latent social services skill
plus natural radiance
a blessed hire
at Central in Norristown, Pennsylvania,
whose visits i miss lyre
plucking voice
stilled concern for precious Shana Punim,
who aspires to challenge and grow
this father may spill tears
his lessoned fatherhood role
n'er did aye tire
and glad fate that though our paths
will probably not criss cross
curiosity will gnaw within noggin,
and possibly rub raw minor loss
viz, the persevering
maiden USA touch of Kim
lichened to moss
in her rooted cultivation of care
toward biological lass a lucky toss
of the genetic combination
from Matthew
and Abby Harris our jewel
shimmering facets of luminescence
reminding me human
gem stone a kool
aid - priceless staff member
of human league,
whose golden presence doth gently rule
without doubt a beloved
unbridled priceless counterpart
some lucky guy
pledging his troth yes – she yule
see stars in her eyes
no doubt disappointment
felt by other guys
envious of he,
who snagged Kimberly Hartzell
so worthy and wise!
Park bench encounter
Old man staring;
Faraway look
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Financial district
Business downturn;
By this fringe
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Stormy evening
Rain flows like oil;
Lightning dazzles
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Lift landing
Blank faces congregate;
Alone together
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Wind on my face
Rushing home;
Rain water wets
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Somnolent interlude
Cricket musical;
Deep dark night
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One by one
Bougainvilleas wither;
Floral carpet
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Pre-war terrace house
Old time architecture;
Four bougainvillea pots
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Bus stop crowd
Two others plus me;
A long wait
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Chinese barbecue pit
Chinese roast meat shop;
Long customer queue
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Unique antiques
Old proprietor smiles;
Curious shop sign
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Fashion parade
Glamour girls waltz;
Runway postures
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Beer and buzz
Evening outing;
Boozy conversations
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Parkway passage
Playground gossip;
Maids chatter
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Hymn of morning
Birdsong choral;
Lost in translation
~~~~~~~~~
Huge ancient tree
Witness to change;
Silent sentinel
~~~~~~~~~
Humid overtures
Sun without wind;
Temperature runs riot
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Chit-chat moment
Old lady neighbour;
Market trip
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Weary legs struggle
Heavy load in tow;
Footsteps homeward
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Leon Enriquez
24 June 2016
Singapore
It has been said you are all just bricks in the wall -
confined and coffined in concrete, your moments
magnified in mortar, souls stone-stippled.
But listen: you are as flowers, individuals efflorescing -
shy eyes of violets, fragile forget-me-nots
unforgettable in pews of blues, sunshine celandines
beaming from sunless corners, strident daffodil trumpets
with everything to tell. Some will grow apart -
wayside wanderers, wayward and cast out.
Some forever up against the world-wall.
You unfold as petals, to sing in tongues of the sun,
in golden tonals, corolla contraltos, a floral choral,
soprano sepals, hibiscus hymns to him and her.
Flowering through stone, blossoming through gloom,
though shadow-dusted with dusk's lilac bloom.
Baptised in the dew of the new which forges
a world anew, transformed by the higher light
which highlights your days, gilded pollen-gold.
Days lengthen as rays warm walls, edges and corners
sun-softening, souls becoming sun-stippled.
Listen: these are the petalled messages to you.
Looking back on life, as I go forward
tripping over, what’s missing,
Not love or loss, a divine exclusive experience,
Contentment mere blissful contentment
baby suckling at mother’s teats,
Blind by ignorance now I see it,
aloof of desire, in symbiotic willfulness
Bridging a song, with choral angels
invisible transcendence, threads of virtuosity
When reason feels the suns surface,
reason will be sustained,
Infinite vacuums of containment,
everything else in nothingness of space,
Immeasurable incomprehension
supplied on tap, to our basic intelligence
Surreal questionable answers only to be found,
they made no mistakes,
Impotence feeding omnipotence,
omnipresence giving out rain checks
Cooling off periods never happen,
a torrent of ice comets burnt them away,
Spare a thought for the mindful,
let the human burden, carry that cross
Give them one atom, and our conscience
everything else belongs to the gods.
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He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Persian Cat and the
Humming bird
Watches the flowers
Swaying in the garden.
Sweet nectars shall
Awaking her to be natural
Once again, but now they
stand together in awe!
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
Choral Singer-
You're looking at the choral singer
You're looking at the choral singer
I'm dancing, dancing 'til dawn
I feel lonely
I'm dancing 'til dawn
It's time we had some storms
You don't wanna be stuck indoors promenading
You must think I'm unaccompanied
Everyone is musical sometimes
Don't like your rhymes
Is musical sometimes
You don't wanna be philharmonic like me
You must think I'm a back-beat
Records ain't nothing when I'm gabbling with ya
You're looking at the choral singer
Music
If you feel like wandering
Everyone is musical sometimes
Won't like your rhymes
Is musical sometimes
7/29/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
"A World Inside - Love's Glamour"
See the golden chord
it extends beyond,
resides inside your world
you remain connected
the true Love
never lets you go
somersault backwards
then forwards like a child
rolls down a lush green hill
towards
the next exit
tomorrow
blue sky above
a world inside, rosy
opens through soul’s eye
you're kicked like a
rolling stone eventually
from Hell then out through Bardo
light refracted
dilated tunnel
through amygdala chambers
a journey, there are battles
within heart marrow
lost is found by those past sorrow
barefoot in wet grass
smiling gently, heaven-like
a known angel pulling you in
towards
towards
towards ...
Love's glamour
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
b. 29.8.1935 vcb
d. 29.8.2010 lam
b. 2.3.39
b. 2.3.64
d. 18.9.71
b. 18.9.99
“On the Transmigration of Souls” / John Adams, lyrics, music composition
https://youtu.be/bwoasXzLdVY
John Adams/Composer
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Transmigration_of_Souls
On the Transmigration of Souls/
First performance:
September 19, 2002 Avery Fisher Hall
New York Choral Artists
Brooklyn Children’s Chorus
New York Philharmonic, Lorin Maazel, conductor
Sound design by Mark Grey
partial Lyrics.
https://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?lang=en&id=3843
Written: January 30, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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Dive into the cauldron, where magic potions brew,
Amidst winter’s mist and porcelain aureoles,
Pitiless wind whispers ancient tales in scrolls—
Stars shimmer in the sky, hope may renew.
Stirred midway marvels beneath moon regal hue,
Tangled in sheets of endless bewitching smiles,
Lorn aurora skies cradle dreams for miles—
Sustain our world with love, forever true.
Flushed cheeks under moonstone’s afterglow,
Goosebumps dance on slender necks wrapped tight,
Luminous runes speak of a hazel-spiked delight—
Drizzles of amber and galactic nests blow.
Bewitching lullabies from choral croons weave,
Dark edgeless abyss cradles mysteries unseen,
Spiders crawling, snakes mauling in darkened scene—
gossamer clouds whisper secrets to believe.
Frosty sheen of winter moon glows in night’s veil;
in rabid junkyards hums an opal fantasy sight;
tethered fate dances to a diaphanous stardust flight—
in a gypsy mirror—relent flowers’ clusters so frail.
Restless soul drenched in ethereal blush divine;
love’s contagion warns harsh waves—to draw minds;
amorphous longing sings to kismet kernels unkind;
Sensory blindfolded by ariose cadence entwined.
First greetings gaily given
Fair days brighten with benevolence
Feathered beacons warble crystal incessance
Favour of lurid lyricists to gladdened ears submitted
Choral phenomenas divulge
Cherished ownership of full freedom
Chasing open hopes, bigger skies speed them
Choices expanded grandly in latitude bold birds hold
Twig feet hop on pavement
Tentative hunters approach tid bits
Thrown among human realm, morsel interest
Tweased piece crumb bomb swallowed is savoured
Message singers send, blatant
Mindfully stay in sweet place of praise
Melancholy has proximity but elation will prevail
Masters of opportunity, gloss winged indignant makes it
30th November
After raking hours of 24/7 toil
this brain wants to spin with ole jazz’s request…
14th Road at 8 pm sprays lint upon feet
much too slow for a jig of a night dance.
Somehow, the breeze leaps to resurrect
my wired head, as the gravel hiss of the sax
purrs and pulsates, allowing spicy vapor
to restore the rhythm's passion
and slice of gaiety in unbridled recklessness;
thrusting upon nerve endings for an evening
of choral notes bursting with alchemy.
Dazzling to the beat in steel of moonlight,
each velvet croon tastes a Coltrane groove
as swaying hips bob to the pulse of sweet chaos.
I hit the floor barefoot
with raked notes climbing into my belly
in the heat of brass pitch…
after work, the smoky timbre rolls on and on
as waxed pipe of rocking blues floats,
drenched with raw inspiration!
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