Long Circulation Poems
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I ask, at what cost?
Coiled beneath the leaves, nothing is seen of his reprieve.
The viper’s warning is curtailed.
Silently masked among the decay, a wooden shelter becomes his stay.
The viper’s ambush is prepared.
Wanting, searching, like field mice the children are learning.
The teacher prepares to pounce.
Writhing, frothing, innocence from adolescence is fleeting.
Status quo, they begin to denounce.
Like poison, consumption, coveting is quickening within the arterial circulation.
Rebellious youth herald Marxist slogans.
Crying, suffering, parents beg for an answering.
Who trespassed within the kindergartens?
Forty Years now lost.
Move Your Body
Get up, get up and move.
Keep moving to change your mood,
to get your groove and to improve
your muscle strength and muscle tone
and your whole body’s circulation.
Don’t just sit there and watch television,
play video games, chat on the phone,
be on your computer, your cell phone
or let “Alexa” do it all.
Move your body, it will do you good.
Turn the music on and sway with it.
Start slow with your own beat.
If you could do it faster, the better.
If not, stay on your own rhythmic manner.
Stretch your arms and move them.
Shake your legs and move them
and step sideways, forward and backward
and don’t be inept or feel awkward
to grind and move your hips
and try to shake your shoulders and booty.
Do the jerk, the twist, the bump,
or try whatever moves you can.
Slow or fast, it does not matter.
Just keep moving, that’s what matters.
Keep moving your body with the music.
Now, you’re moving and swaying with the music.
You got this!.. keep doing it… Wow! You got it.
Keep on doing it and it becomes a habit.
Cool, you are now exercising for free.
You don’t even have to pay a fee
to be a member of a fancy gym
or buy expensive equipment
to get you moving and motivated.
Stop calling "Alexa” to do simple stuff.
You can do them, just get up
and move to burn those calories,
for burning them is good for your extremities.
Keep moving your body again and again.
When there’s no pain, there’s no gain.
You want to look good, feel good.
Move your body, now!
Brian Strand All Yours (Jan 30) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One When There Is No Inspiration
One of the First Place Judged on 10/8/20
The female calendar
The night cosmos opens the earth to moisture,
germination of the moonlight rejoice.
Tenderizing the ground to reach the underwater sight,
mist of luminous Moon light from the pull of monthly tide.
Moon phases of the great cosmic dance,
fertilization in the ovum of darkness to advance.
Circulation of blood and sap in plants,
the mother calendar naturally grants.
More difficult to observe the orbit of the Moon,
then that of the earth around the Sun.
The earth spirit as transformer by protoplasmic intention,
capable of reciprocal relation with all its creation.
It is cosmos to those who know the way,
and chaos to those who lose it by rational stray.
The female live in the lunar circle of body,
becoming and changing the order of everybody.
The secret time keeper and its flowing,
the witnessing of the body growing.
Moon, mind, calendar, menstruation, month,
Honeymoon, fortnight, fertility crunch.
When the paradox splits into dualism,
the act of natures consciousness as prism.
I'm drowning deep within my thoughts.
My heart tries to reach out to the mind.
Yet the blood circulation cant reach the mind.
There's rain in my eyes, my finger turns into an umbrella.
My ears hear the whispering of the mind, You drowning.
My nose smells the unwanted feeling of death
My mouth speaks the words of survival.
The sound of my feet says it's, not your feet, it's your knees. My eyes quickly look down, the mind says it's my knees, I'm drowning.
Knees down, the thought of prayer comes to mind.
Lord don't let me drown. My ears hear "you've been saved"
I'm rising, the soul has been purified. I'm not drowning.
"Let it not be" but said the drowning, it was the rising of him. Let it not be. I'm drowning.
9/8/12
There is a wall that no one can break through
It has stood silently for a long time, begrudgingly still
Many have tried to climb over the wall, but somehow they always slip
Many have tried for years only to give up on it
The only enmities able to climb are the tangling vines
They crawl patiently and gently over the weathered wall of woe
Blooming balms of serene patience, becoming one with it
All humanity is blotted from the mysterious path of horrific nature
The wall towers over all, looking down rather impassively
Mature and grainy through rains and severe storm
Never once discouraged in its intense solitude
But someone began drilling into that unbreakable wall
They drilled night after night, day after day
Trying to figure it out, trying to understand WHY
Crackles and crunches, debris falling fast
The wall no longer passive, but perturbed and aghast
Drilling and drilling in monomaniac delight
The hands pushing into the cold and the hot
Holes destroying completion, giving into depletion
Cracks growing bigger, giving view to a river
Flooding, gushing through, pressure giving way
Drowning the driller and all the land of today
Carnivorous vines curl, cutting off circulation
Behold, the breakable—the revelation
Beating heart, fleeting starts
Beating so now beats seemingly
This old heartbeats sure is new heart
Such mine heart beats such a heart does
A hollow muscular soul organ vertebrates
That by its rhythmic assure contraction acts
A force pump WITH THE LUNGS maintains
-ing the circulation of the blood Spiritual the
seat of life or strength means mind, soul,
Spirit,entire emotions nature understand
In the central wisdom of feeling as
Opposed to the head-wisdom
Of reason synonymous in
With affection
Love
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A wandering alien I meander in wonder
Traversing the earth, sky and the sea.
This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis
While in continual circulation
With all of her civility and merchandise
And appurtenances of modernity;
Complexity has transcend
The simplicity of an era and
‘Tis everything has become new:
The huge metallic cacophonous bird,
The neurotic box that outwit the brain
To exceed the axis and compact the universe…
But i wonder still of these invent
To calm the wave and to seal the sky
With all of the kismet of flood,
Storm, earthquake and tsunami!
The dragon had long become a myth
To reborn the surge of rocket boom.
The cackling metal stick inbuilt with death
And the miniature ‘tom to turn the city into ash.
I see a gigantic whale propelled within stomach,
Slosh through surface and beneath the ocean
Thwarting the tumbling wave and serenity below.
There is the polished Everest Mountain to live,
The worker model reacting to button;
The fast metal snake reacting to charge
And the transplantation of Organs….
Man has create a world of wonder
And still I meander for essence and repose!
Great wit and profound ingenuity
Have now surpassed the strength to till
And eyes set on screen and pages
Have undermined the Wisdom of Solomon….
But what pertains to the invent of contentment
With anxiety, frustration and desperation?
Merchants have dawn the mint for barter
And the opportune capitalist is fortunate
With all the communal fortune and as
Titles and honours have excused a name
While prevail the awful distress about
Destitution, sickness, hunger and death
And corruption….? These conundrums…
Still a wanderer, I meander in wonder!
I have braved the river of truth just to see what you would do,
I have passed through the sea of time just to see if you were mine
But hope lingers on the days gets longer and the moments get closer
And hearts meet silently in the village at the end of the street.
I have braved the wind and the rain, just to see what is happening over there but nothing has changed, all I can see is your four-chambered heart looking at me through the dark and the two ventricles operating in a double circulatory system .What on earth is going on I am trying desperately to understand I have to take out the science book and search diligently through the cook book before my emotions betrays me.
I have braved the fire in my soul to walk with you before I grow old, I have examine the chambers in the human frame just to see if the color inside were the same, the right ventricle pumps blood into the pulmonary circulation to the lungs and the left ventricle pump systematic circulation through the aorta the main and largest artery in the human body.
The aorta distributes oxygenated blood to all parts of the body through a systematic circulation of the left ventricle. And the valves keeps opening and closing.
Now I know where you stand we will walk hand in hand and sing a melodious song until we cross over, the gap between them has opened and it will take several thousand mile before he cross the bridge, I can enjoy a slow across the bridge and enjoy the company of my new found friend, we will spend quiet times underneath the lights and close the bridge just before mid-night; we just have a few days to go before we celebrate the success of the show. Reach out and touch the lover's heart.
It’s true. We are the largest newspaper in the nation.
We are far and away number one in circulation.
We need an elite writer to fill this position.
There must be someone talented for the morning edition.
Mr. Kent, could you elaborate on each stint
since the Daily Planet went out of print?
I knew your last editor-in-chief Perry White.
He was quite an astute man and very bright.
Well, I have completely perused your resume.
You are one of many applicants I have interviewed today.
Unfortunately, to you, I have this to say:
You are a talented writer. That cannot be denied.
However, for this position, you are under qualified.
This paper must seek more experienced candidates.
This is something any human resources manager hates.
I thank you for coming in to see me today.
I know you will land another position someday.
Writing is my bold stroke coloured topographic passion,
that I warmly clasp with such boundless love,
whilst story-telling or in vibrant verse mode,
that novel gold plate medium for apt word transport,
one can effortlessly count on not to founder or malfunction,
when the mind is on that journey to dream enshrouded destination,
where emotional enrichment based on fountain jet outflow,
of luscious mood wave oozing from my ardent pen,
in tantalising tandem with diffuse metaphor so near,
the imagination my dedicated devotee divine,
together in a lifelong quintessential quest between ourselves,
and an augmented otherworldly picturesque brief to pursue,
in environment awash with transcendental jewel rim signposts,
day and night celestial enchantment on list for surreal lyric capture,
myself that earnest bard so awestruck by bewitching channels in stock,
affection has me in its Eiffel Tower grip,
as I endeavour to assemble, collate, synthesise gorgeous paragraphs,
to caress, bestow, display each tender visual encounter,
with my keyboard paintbrush dipped in multi-hue’d colloquialisms,
selective word search, ample phrase contingent,
enamoured idiom once coined,
hail the solemn spine bound reference book our voluminous assistant,
as I lavish fulsome praise on mountain peak upsweep at blue sky first light,
the sliver stream eddy on a green moss fleck rapid course,
a lowing cow whose hoofs depress the lush emerald paddock,
but one must not pretermit or abandon urban features as a source well,
with their fragrant coffee docks, that aroma as it wafts,
taste bud gourmet slices, a conversation magnet,
extolled in drama and music concert hall,
innovation hubs for one whose gift is investment with flare,
the hectic noisy streets at sunrise, fascinating footpath echo,
monuments aplenty to enthuse the scholar,
that building with an enigmatic past a sacred tomb,
wry jocose folklore of vocal city dweller in circulation,
lest we forget the mythic nightlife whose moonlit shadow cast a bouncy play,
on a final note the arch romantic down inside me turns to feelings,
oh how my heart pumps and pulses as I endeavour to sculpt touching lines,
in letters, cards, messages at christmas, Easter, birthdays, anniversaries where thoughtfulness counts,
writing , I adore you!