Long Crystals Poems
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I am the salt of the dearth
tease your taste buds and
drape sweat for discomfort
You need not know how
I came to be in the ocean
not have to walk on water
but why wait for the Ark
instead start walking today
be a mariner in the desert
zest and spice lie in the path
Shed one more weeping tear
express anger fear and thirst
inhale perspire gather yourself
lick your wounds and salve them
for Aloe grows well in the desert
The passage of time and effort
corrects soil and bears flowers
once you accept dehydration
shape exhaustion into crystals
build memories and momentum
reach the source of your spring
float when rock bottom ceases
The river bed expects no less
than your impermanent stride
the shore line patiently points
to an anchor life buoy and chart
scratched into your inner compass
If life gives you plentiful salt
do not sugar coat your palate
savour the tasty flavour instead
take what is on offer just now
and fend off the gloomy despair
22nd February
Christmas spirit was all over the house.
A day for a party, but with plenty of louse.
Ding-a-ling-bring-some-sling unseeing Dan
Came alone, which is always the best that he can.
He contributed chocolate fudge that was tasty and sweet.
For his amazing mother’s sugar cookies cannot be beat.
Candy cane crystals blinked in succession from the Christmas tree.
You want to know about everybody? I asked. Come sit by me.
Take a bite out of every piece of pie for corpulent Laura is back.
She drove up in a shanty of a Hackensack beer belly without any tack.
We knew now the party could truly begin, and possibly turn on a whim.
For she usually brings Enthusiastic Essie, her fun-loving, identical twin.
Christmas carols were being piped in courtesy of the host’s daughter.
Gladypipes herself is not here, absent after running off with a potter.
Watch out! Pompous unholy Lady of the Arrogance church is here.
Sitting alone in a corner, on her non-smelling, prissy stuck up rear.
Some of the newcomers have sat down, trying to make small talk.
Discovering she is as mean as they come with uplifted beak of a hawk.
Christmas party full swing now. People are gobbling up cakes and pie.
In the east, I see Jesus’s happy star, winking down from the sky.
Prissy non-listening glistening, kissening, fissening Man of the West.
Is flitting from young woman to old matron, flicking winks at the rest.
Most of us felines know him exceedingly well in a rather bad way.
He's dated every single one of us from twenty to forty; he likes to stray.
Another successful party, full of gusto and girth, gladness and giggles.
I write it all down quickly with juicy whorls, curls, and squiggles.
In my pyramid of quartz,
Its shimmering crystal walls,
Help adjust my vibrations.
I will arise and touch the
God within; the bright crystals.
All souls must fly, at some point;
If not in meditation.
Soul flight reaches the source;
Touches God’s face and it
Brings in the light of the
God-mind; enlightening
all of those who touch God.
Here I learn to succeed.
For it's a crystals
Purpose to provide,
Energy to fly,
Into the ethers
With no earthly bulk.
When I fly in
Dreams, I must take
Time to decrypt,
What I’m given.
Archetypes,
Are symbols;
Conscious mind,
Does not,
Translate
Well.
Earth's rich soil
humble dirt
complex dirt
elemental earth
layer upon layer
where it hides
mineral treasures
more than we could
ever measure.
Quartz and crystals
gold and gems
salt and silver
precious oil
stolen and lifted
by hands of men.
Rumbling from the
bowels of earth
hot magma rises
erupts and flows
spews and plummets
to lands below.
Mother earth
source of life
for plants and trees
roots run deep
thirstily searching
to seek and find
precious fountains
hidden waters
sublime.
There are hidden
secrets within
earth's crust
where we have come
from within it's dust
where God has formed
our earthly frame
where to dust
we'll return again.
Written on 3/7/2016
Stepping through the pine and holly wreathed front
entrance of the homeless shelter,
as a Christmas Eve snowfall decorated the city,
I carried a fresh turkey,
I heard joyous singing of adults and children as
the warmth of the lobby with a splendid bright
Christmas tree filled my spirit.
There was also the voice of a baritone man
with such a generous hearty laugh.
I became momentarily distracted by a t.v.
on low volume playing the vintage animated
"Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer" movie.
When suddenly a scent of peppermint and
nutmeg delighted my nose,
a flash of antique-red and faux fur white trim
with a long curly snow-white beard swirled
that sparkled with ice crystals.
There was a thumping on the roof,
and a resounding jingle of many bells.
I felt Christmases of long ago were here again,
a six year old me meticulously placing decorated
sugar snowmen cookies and hot cocoa by the
burning fireplace for St. Nicholas to pause and
enjoy,
I was soon asleep after laying down in my bed.
I know I just saw him there at the shelter,
the children weren't sleepy that Christmas Eve,
there appeared so many presents under the tree,
as their parents drank coffee finishing up servings
of pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream.
We can see Santa Claus year-round in so many
people,
you can feel him in someone's hug,
in the benevolence of family, friends, and
some strangers.
In giving of time or charity in food, money,
an embrace,
someone comforting you,
a pet cuddling you,
I know I saw him,
and so do many of you-
in the Christ Child we have peace. ~
born within the eternal fire
pure and clean bursting free
streaking outward through endless space
going on word in endless race
chaos swirls defying forms
heat and cold by friction moved
mountain’s high and valleys low
while rivers racing between them go
rock is warmed by golden light
then chilled again by dark of night
stresses struggle without resolve
till fractures grow there within
water lies so deep and cold
surface struck by bright light
moist mists above it forms
carried by the flowing breeze
carried onto distant shore
rushing over lush green trees
rising higher ever more
into the sky racing high
turning cycles of dark and light
endless flexing of solid stone
warmth of day and cold of night
constant changing without
raindrops fall so clean and pure
flowing free without a form
filling all where it does lie
till there is no room for more
tiny cracks within the stone
growing there oh so slow
connecting then at long last
flake so tiny breaks then away
lifted up by racing wind
freed from earth of rocks and soil
climbing high into the sky
flying free upon the breeze
together now they do dance
until then they embrace
and within the sky they grow
first wispy white then growing dark
in heat of sun they do fly
racing upwards into the sky
lifting air now so thin
carries them not to higher be
till so high in bitter cold
shining crystal there are formed
slowly then begin to fall
flying faster along the way
through cold mists as they fall
they do grow as a seed
crystals now in glimmering light
in cold mists it does grow
freed from clouds it does break
drifting down upon the breeze
till at last again to earth
it does lie within our gaze
I wake to crystals upon the white-dusted fields;
Billowing fog creeps around a logged-cabin.
The blazing fire of the smoky chimney yields
The frigid dews that drips from the icy pellets
Of the rosy ruby ribbon made from satin.
Overcasting clouds of haze grants us snow.
For the caramel drops upon the cocoa fox,
Scatters for warmth to bare it must grow.
To leave home to his vixen of bronze socks
That whimpers and howls through the winds blow.
Pebbles upon the icy stream skip and hop down,
The scouring cloves of gems with a drop profound
The earthly pleasures by the river bank of frost.
By tall conifers meeting the paths that crossed,
To other lands beyond the wintry battles around.
Your face over candles and crystals
Your scent I smell, stick on murals
Finger prints of you over metals
Turning hard to soft like petals
I saw you kneeling when you prayed
Behind you was I and stayed
I can hear your soft voice unafraid
Wishing for a cat unbraid
The candles you litted inside the church
Served as my lights when you left
Your shoe prints on the aisle I search
Vanished like air without a cleft
I sat down for a while
Wishing you would come back
Minutes later you came back
Walking like Immortal over the scratched aisle
Middle aisle of the church so old
With you turning anything like gold
Your prayers are like magic so bold
Reviving with warmth everything around so cold
My immortal is in you that calls
My body and soul that falls
Wished you can be mine someday
Dreaming you're all mine all day!
FALLS COMING
Falls coming sometimes when the leaves fall;
I envision them as colored paper shredded;
Wind is blowing cascading march to the breeze;
Quietly awaits the robin as it sees the branches waving;
Joyously bereaves as the trunk is surrounded by squirrels;
Chasing each other merrily around, around and around;
I am sure
That the robin has no need of these…
Fall is falling colors changing odd;
Soon the wind and rain will turn to snow;
I envision white crystals drops of snow;
Frozen tongues on fence post again;
I am sure
Someone’s son or daughter
Of all of these things something will fall;
Just as anything that goes up..
It must surely come down Climate changes
Winter, Spring, Summer Fall
10/6/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
A rasping geyser blushes fantastically
Scratching nearby fountain crystals phenomenally
Raging in blazing triumph and snicker
Shining 'n giggling in defined flicker
Whilst falling winter laughs merrily
Into the cold brisk air trot, blithely
Nature breathes in accolade honor
That bluster in the wind wander
Evening time shines from moon far away
Stars open for light beams display
As the night rotates in silent recess
Tis' the season ascends in razzle-dazzleness
Winter chuckles, wickedly into the flutter
A snowy blast now cries in bright white clutter
And daylight blows 'n boast with glory planted
That gloat in the wind, as I watch enchanted