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Remind me again my name,
I slip into a waking coma,
Now and then.
Now and then.
Now.
Lost in rose-coloured petals
Of what feel like memories.
Who I am?
There are time I become you.
I know it's you.
Time and again.
Time and again.
Time.
It ticks and your skin's sticks on my manners
I am certainly no fool.
No sir.
Yet,it sticks.
Creepy glue.
A faceless writer
A spineless Messiah
A choreographed nightmare
A reactant whistle blower
A blizzard in a curtain.
A tarot card misplaced.
The greatness of a Capricorn
Seduction of a narcissistic Virgo,
Allure of a Taurean rage,
the pungency of misty earth.
Or just Monday blues
With sexual tension.
I am confused.
Remind me again my name.
E'ry time I say it,
I hear you.
I Adamantly Refuse to Care or Show Concern,
After All
I Served Sincerely and Genuinely, Now I Sever
Hoaxed Mundane Emotions that No Longer Appeal to My Growth
Flippantly Burning Icy Bridges
This is More or Less What You Think
Even More that Spilled Ink!
Pages Stained With Expressions of Clustered Ink Lichens
For I am Sole Custodian of My Emotions
Strolling Flamboyantly Through the Emporium of Memories
Some Insipid, Some Cherished, All Purged for Space
For This is More or Less What You Think
Even More Than Ink!
I Castigate in Order to Reciprocate by means of Detachment
Sharply Dismembering Familial Ties
For I Rather Drown in Water than Blood
My Behavior And Actions May or May not Appear Imprimatur
Shunned Mundane Conformities, Autonomous One
More or Less what You Think
Expressing Choreographed Ink!
Most are Unable or Unwilling to Embrace Their Shadow
A Glimpse In the Mirror Shrouds The True Reflection
My Response is Isolation
Because My Energy is Mines to do As I Please
Such are Normal or Reactive to Both Inner and Outer Influences
I Shall not Partake In Friendly Bantering Where Venomous Strife Once Proceeded!
My Silence is A Science Blaring In Ink
More or Less!
I NEED A FORTY THOUSAND PEOPLE TO READ THIS
I NEED TEN DOLLARS FORM EVERYONE
I NEED TO HAVE YOU ALL IN THIS UNDERSTANDING
THAT OUR LOVE AFFAIR HAS JUST BEGUN
TAKE SOME TIME AND LOOK THIS OVER
MAYBE THEN YOU CAN SEE
WHAT I'M EXPECTING HAS BEEN CHOREOGRAPHED
THE MUSIC WROTE JUST FOR ME
THEN WE ARE LOVERS
SHARING CARING IN OUR TOGETHERNESS US ALL
THOSE SAD DAYS, THOSE HAPPY DAYS
WHEN WE USE TO SHARE
WE CARED AND IN THOSE DAYS OF CARING WE
FOUND THAT WHEN WE GET TOGETHER LIKE THIS WE CAN BE LOVERS
SPECIAL TO ONE ANOTHER
FULFILLING EACH OTHERS NEEDS AND ALLOWING ONE ANOTHER TO BE LOVED IN THIS EXPRESSION CAN I SAY I LOVE YOU!
THAN WILL YOU LOVE ME, TAKE TIME TO LOVE ME
AND IN THIS LOVE WE WILL HEAR THE BEAUTIFUL SOUNDS OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS
INSTRUMENTS AND SONG. WE CAN ALL SING ALONG.
Lovers cling to each other’s dreams.
This is why I can sit again
at your kitchen table in the morning,
butter bread, and drink your herbal tea
even though I always need black coffee,
I did not tell you that
because I had dreamed myself
to be in love with you
and everything you did and liked
not knowing I was reflecting your love
and your dreams,
Ideals choreographed,
tranced us, it was a dance
between lovers as strangers.
Even now
I can enter your small bedroom,
in your London apartment
with your Persian cats,
in a time long left to slumber.
There we will make-out again
with those perfect people
that we never were
while dreaming of another love
we had then yet to meet.
Through the water they glide,
an immense mosaic of millions of silvery fish
on their migratory run,
obeying a call immemorial,
a mystery of aquatic unison
choreographed by instinct primordial.
They billow,
a grainy smoke cloud
in which light drowns.
A ruffling,
like an enormous bedspread
being shaken out in slow motion
by an invisible giant.
They turn into a mesh,
glistening, spinning around, tightening,
a net woven with fish for catching water.
They stretch,
a submerged galaxy
unspooling into a braided rope
in a blue universe.
They bank,
and silver ripples across the shoal,
a wheat field touched by a soaking breeze.
Then they move on,
flashing by,
like underwater rain falling sideways.
Before the predators get to them,
my eyes are feasting.
parti
HEY HEY HEY WHOO OH OH A OH
di grand entrance chance, chance, dance
mek lively, lovely choreographed entries, dance dance dance
entrée dance dance, dance bridal parties.
everyone juz celebrated be joyous be hardy
dis di first dance newlyweds share,
maja, romantic moment for di center
for in di room.
Afrobeats and highlife love
songs set a festive mood
for di dance floor- amour, amour
celebration
HEY HEY HEY WHOO OH OH A OH
The Grand Entrance chance, chance, dance
Make lively, lovely choreographed entries, dance dance dance
Entrée dance dance, dance bridal parties.
Everyone juz celebrated be joyous be hardy
This the First Dance Newlyweds share,
intimate, romantic moment in the center pair
in the room.
Afrobeats and highlife love
Songs set a festive mood
On the dance floor- amour, amour
9/3/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
I still recall those two large probing eyes
Framed on somewhat lean-looking oval face
That had failed to get fair feedback from me,
Me, a shy guy in matters feminine
In a temple of reading stacked with tomes.
Her eyes perhaps pretended whilst to read
In a sea of students and engrossed heads,
One head, mine, lost in quandary’s tight spot.
A serious face that looked nigh blank, maybe,
I first thought. She seemed to have seen a few
More moons than me, or so it looked to me,
Perhaps girls look wiser, goes grandma’s view,
Or it was no more than my fecund mind,
But a stone sure was cast in still water
That set a series of ripples behind,
And my head was in fluctuating jitter.
If thinking eyes had happened to hail me,
It must be taken just as random glance,
My meandering mind’s fertile fancy,
Or destiny's poorly choreographed dance,
Upon an idling mind’s lonely shore
Just when a pearl-laden boat landed there,
Or just strayed there—an act of aimless oar,
That appeared to my heart nigh unfair.
Perhaps she came to my shore at wrong time
Amidst flurry of chores the year when ends,
And hurried glances were all we could steal,
Or Destiny's hand meant, we just were friends,
Yet, friendship never got to sink enough,
God alone knows, moments melted alive,
My defeated spirit fair witness was,
The hour of reckoning did when arrive.
Perhaps a false hope was still hanging on
Tenuous threads nigh weakened and slender,
And I began to think of a right way
And wrong, as I delved on it to ponder.
I wondered if it was heart's fluttering,
Or of mind that caused almost a ship-wrack
Upon our life's very first hopeful shore,
And hoped happy moments might still come back.
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Continued, Part II
Musings | 02.08.2011 | memories
Please read Eileen's poem "To the Lifegiver" first.
Yes I have given you 365 days
Yet the pages are not blank
I have choreographed an amazing dance
I ask you to take my hand
Your life is to important to leave to chance
You being you is what makes me smile
I know the you that you are meant to be
Not the one bound by the chains you see
By accepting my hand you can be truly free
With your pen
You have touched many hearts
A gift I bequeathed you from the start
I am the giver of dreams
Write what I say
Like me an author
You have a part to play
I have your days recorded in my book
I knew them before the Earths foundation shook
I lead you to still waters and refreshing brooks
My love is not one you have to earn
I wonder if mankind will ever learn
What I long for is relationship
A tough concept for most to grip
I patiently wait
I want you to trust
You are so much more than merely dust
I have made you with a soul that's just
A butterfly
A flower
That's not fully bloomed
Here today and forever
You will not be consumed
My fire will purify
In you is a spirit of gold
One day my beauty you will behold
Enyoy this dance
Let me take the lead
I died for you so that you don't have to bleed
Your life my garden where I planted the seed
Some day you will let me cradle you in my arms
You will no longer be smitten by this worlds charms
I patiently wait
Give you 365 days
Perhaps some day soon you will understand my ways
Inspired by Eileen Ghail's Poem "To The Lifegiver"
Chantilly Lace upon the lawn, has welcomed sunrise in the dawn
Diamond gems are freely scattered upon each bloom and garden flower
Each pirouette is choreographed with tiny silver epitaphs
The pitter-patter, of glistening leaves, sip the water from the eaves
Translucent in the morning light, glittering rivulets, drip from spouts
Crystal prisms, in rainbow hues, are tossed like sugar, from the dew
Embellished by the ancient sun, shimmering rhinestones, one by one
wash the face of every petal, and polish posies on a table
Constellations on the grass, twinkling like a night of glass
Then, slowly drying in the sun, and savoring the gold, as day begins
Chantilly lace, in morning's sun, has gossamer wings to take it home
Chantilly Lace upon the lawn, that welcomed sunrise, in the dawn
has come and gone, without a sound
But leaves a cheer to be recalled
with fond affection, crystal clear
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For Nette's Contest: "Metaphor...Crystal".....
Carrie Richards 2/12/14
_And flashes of that fond love often fire
A silver-lined dawn’s see-through, lucid dream,
Radiant flames of heart-felt young desire
Leap to burn bright and in no time turn grim,
And prompting my pallid pride to perish,
My swollen-self dashes down and dwindle,
Threads of hope floating against flow like fish,
What a dawn's dream my heart to rekindle!
No, hers was not at all a casual look,
As showed her pair of deeply probing eyes,
Nor was the look so blank to be random,
A girlie plank, nor was it a surprise,
Not whatsoever happens’ shorn of cause,
Naught walks in like a guest at an odd hour,
Today it’s still a deeply buried past,
Some things stay lost in life under cover.
Some moments go fleeting in a click
And leave the heart to brood, lifetime to long
In a world of ‘what if' ere wisdom dawns,
Memories of youth ring in like old song,
And ere long all things dwindle from their prime,
Take magnetic tapes, take music records,
Some memories are writ on sands of time,
But seldom those that touch soul's deepest cords.
And our lives do unfold as Destiny
Dances nigh like a well-choreographed dance,
The unseen director above, decides,
And we actors know nothing in advance.
We dwell on the pied past for all our life,
We all in life have an eternal muse,
If we care to listen, her voice is rife,
Not poets lone, we all lean on her clues.
I count my blessings for fond memories,
Doomed to have lost, and still within my heart,
She too might be brooding, she loved and lost,
And here are we pulled by our fate apart.
Perhaps none of us was stealing glances,
Our fate was conspiring to pull away
To leave behind a few moments in freeze,
O to hope hereafter to have more say.
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Musings | 02.08.2011 | memories