Long Dismays Poems
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Dour-faced servants, thunderbolts, towering bad days.
Will or reason? Time, truth, dolts! Dynamite dismays!
Suffering, you heard the man! Damn you, let us in!
Hell and Heaven, what's the plan? Span, O light of Sin!
Wilting flowers on the beach? Autumn, thou art here.
Must be something out of reach! Sour and severe!
Cannibals, thy holocaust! Wicked is the past!
Radar love and bargain Faust! Get me somewhere fast...
Weathervane, thy sugarcane. Point of bleak despair.
Disparate and desparate! Devil, how you care!
Perfect? This does not exist! Honor those you love!
Rapier, flash! Twist, my wrist! As below, above!
Sickness, sweep over my life! Take a hold of me!
Sail us all towards bitter strife! Aren't we fancy-free?
Gated are the hated? Yes! No going outside!
How much the berated guess! Love, bless you! Betide!
Gold beneath the vast still lake? Schedule thee a dive.
Bloody bubbles? Big mistake! How the widows cried!
Suddenly there's nothing left! Grief and horrid loss!
Derring-do and then bereft! Window, have thy gloss!
Death, thy faithful partner! Doom, just give a call!
Daily does my vision blur! Warriors in the hall!
City of the ancient dead? That is where I'm from!
O ye serpents, strike at lead! Better than a plum...
In the searing heat, false hope springs up and gleams,
In a shimmering mirage from sandman's dreams.
In mesmerizing murmurs, it weaves its guise,
A tempting illusion, a trick in disguise.
The sleight of hand is in the quiver and quake
That appears to make the image sheen and shake.
Like calm lake surface is made ruffled by wind.
It's the texture that tricks failure to rescind.
The mirage preys upon our deepest desire,
Drawing us closer, stoking embers to fire.
But the nearer it gets the more it betrays,
As the mirage moves further away and fades.
Mirage is a cruel, haunting, hoax charade,
Leaving all that see it stranded, and dismayed.
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
Much I marveled the silent image
My passion is the skill type
Create in me a new beauty
Give my mind God and my hands a speck of your creativity
I discovered the graphics
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
Remembering many, patterns, plasma's, and design advanced species
Death shall bring sections flora dismays
And so you came gently fluttering colors
Instead I uncovered the clause I engaged them in a bottle
And the kind never drawing yet painting stills
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
It was willing
By the grave I saw the images
I have dreamed of the artists
Visions realms of techno-color;
Graphic bound flashes of bronze and yellow
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
I have dreamed of the pictures
The technical technology trampolining
My eyes fluttered not;
When I thought of the art
the skill, skill schilling
The thrills yet thrilling
I crave the advanced, aesthetic article
Deep into that darkness schilling
The isothermal image imaging
Long I stood there limbering, fulfilling
I thought of art,
As I viewed the visage…
7/31/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
The year half gone, from now on, just enjoy each dawn-
so much has been lost, due to the cost virus tossed.
Just waiting around, then we found life grew confound-
all alone, end unknown, and bad news, still bemoan.
With places closed, transposed are we and are supposed
to get along, remaining quite strong, right or wrong!
We must now accept and adjust though feeling thrust
into sad ways and delays that now build dismays.
Just when will we again, live good days- until then
can't be forlorn by this thorn- enjoy now each morn.
July 25, 2020
Premiere Contest: Keen Observation I
Sponsor: Funom Makama
Rules:
1 original, poem on any theme and of any title, published not
earlier than the 25th of July 2020. This poem MUST follow all
the meters/patterns/sequence you've keenly observed in the
poem below, provided by sponsor:
The way we meet, kiss and greet feels intense but sweet
he paints my town red, softens my bed while I’m fed
each other we give, then we live; so I believe
from my store, he gets more but repays with a sore
when love abound, its sound may cause a turn around
his touch I need, but he wants to breed: Love indeed!
Caesar who consumes the pizza still feels bizarre
Bossy like dad, makes me sad, yet doesn’t feel bad
Blind hen pricked with a pen, wasted years, now at ten
I’ve stopped his drone, I’m so grown, my life now my own.
Father,* I Salute You for Your:
Affirmation of God’s presence thru your fatherly ways
Best to bring out the utmost from me by the Lord’s grace
Care with courage-cheerfulness midst crises’ rays
Dedication to do your duties’ demands despite dismays…
Empowerment exposed along your earnest encouragement
Fortitude fueled with your faith for family-roles’ fulfillment
Guidance governed by your guarding commitment
Hope held upon your heavenly investment…
Influential impact thru your Scripture-instruction
Joyful spirit along your redemption-jubilation
Knowledgeable home-building skills with kindness’ action
Loving leadership with your loyal dedication…
Maneuvering means thru your reliance on God’s might
Nourishing nurture toward my maturity-height
Overwhelming opportunities to choose what’s right
Propelling purposefulness along your prayer-plight…
Quietness to silence my qualms and anxiety
Readiness to attend to my needs midst scarcity
Steadfastness to settle my doubts with truth’s veracity
Trustworthiness to guard my heart against insecurity
Uprightness to straighten my attitudes from impurity…
Victorious negotiations vanquishing tantrums’ plunges
Wise discipline in dealing with me for fruitful changes
‘Xcellent expertise in handling health issue dosages
Yielded submission to the Lord in controlling pride’s rages
Zealous diligence in pursuing achievement-surges!
Dad, Happy Father's Day! I love you. I really thank
God for you.
*Matthew 15:4 For God commanded, saying, Honour thy father and mother...
June 16, 2018
3rd place, "Favorite Poem Written in June 2018" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings; judged on 7/24/2018.
"The world is God's pure mirror clear to eyes when free from clouds within"Rumi
Yellow sunrise illuminates night sky
It chases darkness away to the west
Goldfinch sent in to feed by Adonai
Each morning, in so many ways, I'm blessed.
Yellow sun behind gray clouds, stillness looms
Will raindrops begin to fall 'pon the ground
Watering the garden, wash pollen, fumes
Clearing earth's air and all nature astound
No lemony peaks between the clouds' gray
There are no flaxen streaks within the blue
An eerie feel upon the air, dismays
Will unrestrained storm pass unhindered through
Yellow sunrise seems to predict no rain.
Prayers do protect us, those storms detain
Ancient Aliens
If humans from great apes evolved
we would not look like this today,
for not enough time was involved
to have developed us this way.
Did ancient aliens land here...
the 'missing link' that refined man?
To do their job then disappear...
watch from afar their master plan?
The pyramids, the Nazca lines,
and Easter Island's massive stones;
huge upright slabs with sun align...
like Stonehenge...otherworldly zones.
Did aliens, through D N A,
alter our genes, advance our stage,
to shape, refine, and day by day,
remake us on timeline's new page?
So many drawings inside caves
depict great images that show
what looks like airships over waves
and rays around them all aglow.
Such skillful engineering feats
brought forth beyond a normal phase;
with some, we still cannot compete.
For sure, Great Pyramid dismays.
So many gods were worshipped too
with faces strange to human sight.
Were they of aliens in view
carved to respect their super might?
The bible's chariots of flame,
that burning bright came from the sky
perhaps were spaceships to acclaim
their visitations from up high?
We can't dismiss those U F Os
reported endlessly for years.
Have aliens been staying close
as watchful guardians of fears?
Of fears that their investment fails:
that we destruct our earthly home;
that we unbalance all the scales
and leave this planet all alone?
Yes, ancient aliens came here...
the 'missing link' that refined man;
to do their job, then disappear.
They watch from far their master plan.
But still for sure...our God above...
Prime Mover of this Universe
and all that lies beyond...with love,
from 'The Beginning' was immersed.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Ancient Aliens
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged 03/03/2018
Mothers, We Salute You for Your:
Affirmation of God’s compassion through Your loving ways
Best to bring out the beauty from us by the Lord’s grace
Care with courage-cheerfulness midst crises’ rays
Dedication to do your duties’ demands despite dismays…
Empowerment exposed along your earnest encouragement
Fortitude fueled with your faith for family-roles’ fulfillment
Guidance governed by your guarding commitment
Hope held upon your heavenly investment…
Influential impact by your Scripture-instruction
Joyful spirit for our redemption-jubilation
Knowledgeable homemaking skills with kindness’ action
Lawful liberality leading to life’s realization…
Maneuvering motherly* means along your reliance on God’s might
Nourishing nurture toward our maturity-height
Overwhelming opportunities to choose what’s right
Propelling purposefulness along your prayer-plight…
Quietness to silence our qualms and anxiety
Readiness to attend to our needs midst scarcity
Steadfastness to settle our doubts with truth’s veracity
Trustworthiness to guard our hearts against insecurity
Uprightness to straighten our attitudes from impurity…
Victorious negotiations vanquishing tantrums’ plunges
Wise discipline in dealing with us for fruitful changes
‘Xcellent expertise in handling health issue dosages
Yielded submission in controlling pride’s rages
Zealous diligence in pursuing achievement-surges!
*Proverbs 1:8 My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother.
May 13, 2018
Happy Mothers’ Day to our Moms, Mamas, Nanays!
Edited on May 10, 2020
Honorable Mention, "BRIAN'S CHOICE 8,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/10/2020.
Solitary ornament resting in time and space
Distilled form with a timeless trace
A stilled life shuttered from the blight of endless days
Its comon veneer no rich outlay portrays
Its stature, dimensions would not invite a patron's gaze
Devoid of pretense; no lace, lacquer its margins encase
Not embossed with silk patterns, silver script; its trite value to efface
No shiny platters or gilded trays ringing its base
No vaunted dais its esteem to raise
From room's, ambient trappings solemnly strays
Rudimentary urn that the decor's aesthetic appeal dismays
Sentimental heirloom no grandeur, grace displays
From sojourners, elicits no envy or praise
Paying homage solely to it's eclectic-owner's, frugaler ways
Who would sell that which they do not own?
Who kept quiet that truth not be known?
Who betrayed souls their faith now uncertain?
Who moved devils behind a secretive curtain?
Who empties His houses in the guise of renewal?
Who shattered its victims with lies and betrayal?
Who conveniently had loss of common sense?
Who eluded punishment expecting others to do penance?
Who dismays and dismantles the dwindling flock?
Who empties memories trading reverence for shock?
Who scoffs at laws specified in their own cannon?
Who pays their council with large sums of mammon?
Who has squirreled away substantial resources?
Who deems such is needed to fund other courses?
Who will litigate estates to take from rightful heirs?
Who does all they will yet maintain that they care?