Long Cocooning Poems
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An insect preserved in amber
Frozen at one point in time
Never changing,always the same,
Trapped in a living death
Through an accident of place,
It has its grim beauty,it pays the price.
We too are like such insects
But nature provides moments
When we can break free
To broaden our horizons.
It is fear that drives us deeper
Into our alma mater's embrace
To choke by culture confined
To drown by doctrine defined.
If we could just cross boundaries,
If we would tear down our taboos,
We might yet see that we live
On one planet,under one sky ,with but one God.
If only we would tear ourselves free
From the fatal amber cocooning you and me.
Grave Music- -
When I thought of music
Those the song never tuning
Musicians so are cocooning
Taking thy hymn from out my heart
That moment my soul grew routine
Just what does this mean
Grave music
The grave a funeral
I saw the composers
Music is dead
Yet we still sing
And so I screamed, 'Is that a psalm?'
The recurrent repertoire refraining
It was attaining
It was reigning
Grave music
Once upon a midnight splendid
My passion is a phonographic guitar
When I thought of the music
I awoke and flung the score
Much I marveled the ragtime bluegrass
By the grave I saw the artists
I heard a musical, copyright copyrighting
Deep into that darkness availing choir yet still praising
Singing my songs of songs
Grave music
I awoke and flung the voice I have dreamed of the soloists
Screaming aloud with pitch voice, my choice
Deep into that darkness playing
Ever praising yet
Still
Music
Grave music
1/4/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Woven in Silk Threads of Love
(Apropos Us and the Children)
Time tested love, bruised
and battered,
lay like littered crystals
on the steel plate stage of life;
dismembered and crumbled
like a stale cookie
whose particles
have lost
their electromagnetic-like
attractiveness.
Ingredients of envious spice
inhibits any and all adhesiveness—
that tough threading love folds and kneads.
Yet, the sprinkling of forgiveness
knits and weaves the web
of diverse unity of understanding—
cocooning new beginnings:
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings
have endured—soared in monarch majesty—
defying time tested, treacherous winds
that the teeming silk of love forever spins.
Yes, to err is human; to forgive divine;
may eternal blessings forever twine
this tender love of yours and mine.
A Howling wind
touched deep in mind,
blowing cobwebs
like blasting a mine
Hearing with awe
I tingle within,
skin bumps to life
my elemental sin
Wisps of air
seducing sense,
mingling with memory
my journey commenced
Thousands of fingers
pressure applied,
vibrating bodies
move inside
Tree’s do sway
and bend about,
gusting around
a form breaks out
Flying on breezes
floating the sky,
riding the eddies
no wondering why
A spirit in piece
cruising the night,
resting at peace
sucking the light
Warming waves
cocooning body,
lifts all graced
to astraling beauty
Earth and wind
hand in hand,
drifting to sin
no will of man
Kiting the bright
passing the dark,
making my way
and leaving my mark
Serrature the electric
burning the lines,
black and white magic
nothing refined
Simple phrases
thoughts and prayers,
memories of people
from here and there
Fantasy embers
a mercury in blood,
mystical menders
of enemies that flood
Separating mind
from all that feels,
isn’t as easy
it becomes surreal
Taking a left
when right was said,
isn’t the way
that plotted instead
I’ve made my road
a driving heart lead,
finding my “self”
as inner mind bled
Traveling forever
with an infinities breath,
closing my eyes
breaching a crest
A westerly grows
and hearts at rest ,
easing my way
via imagination’s best
Winter approaches,
riding swiftly on northerly winds.
Leaves have begun to fall,
tumbling upon Autumn breezes.
A chill fills the air, eager to settle in,
for seasonal changes that are taking place
signal that the time has drawn near
to feast on remaining berries
to sustain life during hibernation.
Some animal families cuddle together,
snuggled warmly within hillside caves
to escape frigid winter weather.
Burrowed in the nurturing womb of Mother Earth,
slumbering until snow and ice will melt.
They emerge at the first breath of spring
when nature knows it's time she gives birth.
Let the opening of eyes be during a gentle rain
so, it will wash away long months of sleep.
Then, sunlight can dry them with warm rays
before the search of food to end their fast.
I've never felt deprived of a winter dormancy.
Cocooning would not be a restful state for me.
I would sorely miss celestial nights,
wishing on stars and gazing at the moon.
I enjoy the sound of the wind whistling
as it dances through bare limbed trees.
I want to watch snowflakes whirl in flurries
as they silently freefall aground.
How I'd also miss the lure of these...
magenta dawns when I wake in the morning,
goldenrod skies in the afternoon heat,
and amethyst twilights that darken too soon.
Months of stasis would rob me of time
that I would rather spend living
instead of in deep slumber.
Contest ; Haven
Sponsor ; Constance La France
posted. ; 14th September 2026
My home, lull amidst balm, solace in rural dwelling,
escape from rampant load and skewed burden in towns,
where close knit family loiter with passions swelling,
wistful hindsights swoon oe’r sumptuous tree crowns,
I extol mint leaf purlieus, tranquil garland phase,
in course sentient, where friction, discord, worry,
is banished at the whiff of an ambrosial haze,
prismatic hues, scenic views soothewhen in a hurry,
seconds taciturn as the peep day sunrise looms,
to linger in silence yet caress the spring omen,
purple clouds tint cocooning garden blooms,
In artic winter, tranquil spot engulfs twin snowmen,
time counts for little when under bright shelter’s spell,
relief from futile rigours found behind green hedge,
sweet chirp from red crest bird cordons off this shell,
mine to cling to and seek refuge when life is on edge,
fresh fruit one munches in orchard dribbles down chin,
to pluck mushy berries from sprawling brambles,
and inhale scented gust with a surreal grin,
heaven in a haven, home from madcap scrambles
Pondering up on hidden thoughts I relax in the balcony,
recollecting those crafted priceless moments
whence you had cast a spell~was immersed in severe infatuation.
Always lending me your broad shoulders,pampering
me to rest my crown.
When am cramping down due to menstruation,
you'll indulge in all the household chores, cradling me to sleep.
Cooking food and feeding each other with love & care.
Sadly when I gesture, you stretch out your warm hands forward to console me.
Angrily when I seethed ,calmingly you bore.
Dawn to midnight showering me with infinite kisses, promoting my cheeks to blush in twilight.
Fluttering thoughts of our laughters and fun,dousing in same passion, how nicely we appreciated each other.
Missing silly fights concluding with tight wrapping cuddles;
Rewinding our candle lit dinner and romantic duets,
stepping on foot,pressing against your chest.
Dissolving time by re-reading past conversations;
Cocooning me as a child in your heart,you've travelled apart.
I beseech you to come back soon,so that we could start off our life.
Will tip toe you being your companion.
1-7-2020
Placed as Honourable Mention.
Note: In loving memory ..poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Regina Riddle.
Loneliness brings tears...
Togetherness brings tears too:
Despair can't bring joy...
With needles of pain
I crocheted emotions
into a web of depression
cocooning myself in defeat
Churning thoughts
shot a stone of memory
from the deepest cavern
of suppression echoing
the echo of an ancestral
Griots’ maxim: I cried because
I had no shoes; until I met a man
who had no feet.
Aroused and uplifted
from the inner sanctum
of doubt, I awoke, arose
and took a walk into fields
of gracious realities—walking
free as I wanted and ought to be:
aware that my cup of grace overflows.
Like a spider you drew me into your web
Cocooning me within your silver threads
Words, pretty words
I was totally taken in
Wrapping me up in silk ribbons,
like a party gift.
One for you to open at your pleasure.
You teased me, toyed with my emotions
Powerless to resist, I believed your web of lies
I was trapped …
"Trust me," you said.
Oh what lies, what wicked lies you wove
Foolish was I for believing your every word.
Love blinded my eyes,
My heart heard only your song.
I thought you could do no wrong,
Then slowly, the scales fell from my eyes.
I realized your web was one of deceit.
The cockerel crowed three times
You lied!
You lied!
You lied!
Keep yourself wrapped in the lies you weave.
Other innocents may fall victim to you as prey
But I've broken free from your hold,
and untangled myself from your web of deception.
06~27~16
Contest Pretty Talker Sponsored by Skat A
Entered into Any free verse poem in 200 words or less
Sponsored by Laura Loo
word count 157 words
Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep
Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings
aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but lo' eye cant
captcha scenario upon awakened state, tis bothersome
transcendent, resplendent, quiescent,...transient dream
ticking escapement shuttered against recollections...
aye plead mercy to jog, (and gently jimmy - yeah of
course figuratively) shuttered facet slammed tight soon
nee immediately inaccessible dimension brought forth
teasingly, phantasmagorically, numbingly ephemeral,
nonetheless temporarily liberating, enshrouding, and
cocooning against incessant drubbing mine corporeal
wakeful body electric relentlessly fraught with profuse
inexplicable perspiration (principally palms) recurs
like clockwork (despite prescription medications), this
physiological discomfort hazards livingsocial quotidian
joyless agonizing oft times including courtesy, not
"FAKE" panic attack, these anxiety less debilitating,
when emotionally torturous teenage years wracked
every cell (no matter how fast I ran - just Kuwait, the
mailer daemons threatened) to undermine even flickr
of happiness, hence suicidal ideations (eternal slumber)
tantalized (still populate though processes) as surefire
solution to mitigate despite leaving those who love,
and especially hate yours truly, his existence bereft
of quality, though tranquil physical quasi rural setting
(Schwenksville), a naturalistic, fantastic, holistic balm,
here quiet as a cemetary removed, not considerably
distant from Philadelphia (hubbub disagrees with hair
trigger vulnerability), where madding crowd affects my
innate neurological predisposition, these lovely bones
easily rattled, quite aggravating to live verging upon
tremulous agitation assuaged through writing - catharsis
delivers temporary alleviation as doth solitary voluntary
sequestration poor substitute to relish L'Chaim!