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Within the swirling currents of stars
He materializes, a silhouette against chaos
He is the whisper throughout time of stories untold
Worn out boots pound the cracked pavement
The echoes of centuries ripple beneath him
He carries a heavy urgency within his heart
He carries the truth, secrets, and all the lies
In the alleyways where shadows conspire in silence
Sleepy eyes wide awake in the rising dawn
Boisterous laughter falters, the world stills
That moment suspended, all breaths held in
This traveling Starman opens his mouth to speak
Pausing showing his sad eyes meeting doubt
"Time is such a fragile entity" he states
"Yet it bends for those who dare listen"
He is the only sound heard, the voice of time
He outlines all that has led up to now
For his people, because to them he is a God
And The Savior is here to warn the tides
"Protect what you love and abandon frivolous material"
"Keep thy community strong and your house stronger"
"Do not worship false idols, do not give into temptation"
"And tempted you will be, The Whispering Storm is near"
Subtle gasps quickly hush as everyone huddles closer
Everyone's heart beats faster than time itself
"What lies in the Whispers of Winds is the truth"
"The truth spun drastically for one to believe"
And the legends tell once you believe there is no alternative
Your Soul becomes part of this ever-growing storm
And it becomes evil...It becomes the death...
As all you love will get swallowed with who believes
He ends with starlit tear drops falling from his eyes
For he has seen the power of the storm, he almost believed
He almost gave into temptation if it weren't for those he loved
So he protected them in the end, love prevailed his time
He turns and slowly glides past the masses of His people
Questions being thrown from every direction go unanswered
Because the only answers have to come within ones self
And those answers carry the weight of this world
Into the folds of existence upon untraveled paths
He fades...Fades away to another time, another place
Leaving only the echo of his words within their hearts
Leaving to where he knows he can never return
Because he already knows the outcome...
Written for poetry contest "Starman" on 11/18/2024
Hosted by: Tom Woody Form: Dramatic Verse
PLACED 5TH PLACE IN CONTEST
If you could transport your house for a da?
To the poorest part of the world,
Where need was obvious,
How many cupboards would still be bulging?
When your house was back home.
How many unopened items would still be sitting on shelves/
When your house cleared customs,
How much clutter would be under your bed?
The first time you looked when you house was checked for bugs.
How many toys would there be to trip over in the dark?
By the time your house was back where it belonged,
How many dishes and cups and plates, would be filling your dishwasher?
After your house had been abroad.
How many cars would be parked in your garage?
After so many goods had gone to the needy,
While your house had been away.
Now your house has been returned a lot roomier,
Will you still need all the extra storage units?
The fifty different cooking apparatus,
Or will you have a garage sale to further reduce your clutter,
And donate the proceeds to countries in need.
Your house didn't really get transported to a country where there is need,
But if you open your eyes,
You might find need, closer to home,
Or there are agencies that can take some of your clutter,
And send it to anywhere in the world it can be made use of,
To meet the needs that would otherwise not be met,
And you won't have to shift the clutter off your bed,
Before you go to sleep.
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Once upon a time, there was a world, a one-derful world. Before they
needed explanations that became their defining moment. Contrasts,
and differences that tore them apart. Heaven and Hell are constants,
from their privileged beginnings; they are made to appear by design, inseparable throughout. They are making the point, concerning both, divisiveness and oneness, like some binding accord carved out of stone.
The lover of life's not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you know that you're dreaming
All differences share oneness, for they tether each other from end to end as inseparable entities, other than their meanings, but that's not much of a stretch.
For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life
They say that life's a carousel
Spinning fast, you gotta ride it well
The world is full of Kings and Queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
It's Heaven and Hell, oh well
And they'll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
Truth----Confusion, exactly. Whose truth? Your truth, theirs, or theirs over there. Exacting isn't it ... confused?
It would appear on the surface's light, and in the midway's dim, and in the cavernous deep, as being evil, and as being good. They are two encountering issues that each bear distinctive qualities of opposites of each other yet they bear the same spectrum to each other.
It's Heaven and Hell, noh no
Fool fool, you got to bleed for the dancer
Fool fool, look for the answer
Hm? It tethers ... somewhere, between the lines, and
off-script ... Oops, nosebleed, Id's never liked the heights, or was it depths--midway perhaps? Question Dio?
Truth Dio ... Do they bleed there ...
Joseph had died
and a new Hebrew king did come
But the Israelites were so frustrated and tired
Of being under the proverbial gun
The Pharoah the head Egyptian in charge
Then made a decision
He order all of the midwives
To go out and do a kill mission
But the midwives who were women of God
Defied this horrifying request
As it went against everything they believed in
Which is sacred and blessed
And because Shiprah and Puah the two women who
Embraced their civil disobediency
Hebrew genocide was prevented
And Moses lived to give his people the victory
Embrace your calling
By being confident in your position
To have an attitude of such magnitude
In fulfilling your mission
Allowing nothing and no one
To set you apart
From the purpose and the promise
That God has placed in your heart
Embrace your calling
By being audacious, brave and cocksure
About your destiny
And what for you God has in store
Now standing courageous
Unshakeable and bold
Only doing that which
By the Holy Spirit you've been told
To not follow the dictates
Of petty and evil men
Trusting in the Lord God
To always give you the win
Embrace your calling
By staying faithful and true
To the direction and design
That God has determined for you
EMBRACE YOUR CALLING
With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near
Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash
a Composition Grandioso
To Overtures of a Symphony
herald the raging storming Tempo
Staccato Strains cascading
rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo
Rhythmic Beats a Prelude
to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sail unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony
Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as
Allegro whelms Allegretto
Electrifying sizzling Musette ~
Trills a mesmeric Capriccio
Registers booming Bass Notes
rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato
Echoing claps of thunder Prompt
a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight
The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight
Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote:
By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.
Something's the matter with the world today there's no love something that matter with the world today we're all judged something is the matter with the world today hatred running rapid blacks and white still not accepted what are we fighting about send natures running rapid you can't tell who saved who's not everyone should know Jesus only died once on the cross something's really matter when the voice of the baby is quieted something's really the matter when your loved one finds you undesirable and what is the trophy we win when we look in the mirror at a faithless grin we ponder as we wonder we drink damage running water blackened is the soil and our teeth are grinding what we have left so ever binding the truth be told no one loves anyone anymore!
3/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
What’s my main focus?
Is to find the key that open all doors
The key to harmony, and longevity,
My ending is now my beginning
My past is never to be mention
A new sun shall rises in the east
And the wind from the north shall
Swipe a new path that I shall follow
My new life has just begun
What am I looking for.. is out there
The maybe, I should have, only ifs`
Doubtful thoughts
Shall scatters to the wind,
I only listen to the wind
For the signal
resolution
The golden key is mind.
Hurricane Sandy I thank you.
Authors Notes: Due to the effect of hurricane sandy My work place have been destroy
i thought that my life was over..........the hurricane has taught me a lot.
A Testimonial ......to a new beginning
The tones of skin are but outer layers
of continental pigments designed by a Source,
yet we loathe colored people and have less fondness
for the minority of earth- brothers who feel, writhe,
and dream the way we do...it's neither
Asian eyes, Hispanic features, nor black hands.
We may be color-blinded by prejudice borne from
some lost gratitude of rightful co-existence,
and to honor the inner beauty of one race--mankind.
I look at a flower blooming into different kinds
of rich shades: and oh how we forget
that human tints combined are far more
glittering than all pallets of this universe:
All of us breathe the same air, polluted
foggy, and clear...tell me please, what makes
our neighbors choke the light off
when darkness needs a sliver of horizon's glint?
I ask because because I don't know why...
Richard Lamoureux's Contest
I Can't Breathe 6/12/2020
WENT BY THE CHURCH AND THE SIGN DID SAY GOD SAID
I was traveling round through my city;
Feeling kinda of gritty and lazy;
Went by a church and the sign said this...
God said...
Keep using my name in vain, and I'll make rush hour longer;
And I will make it rain, make it rain
God said..
There are some questions than can't be answered by google;
And you may party in hell, but you will be the barbecue;
Oh no, no, no Oh Lord
I was traveling round through my city;
Feeling kinda of gritty and lazy;
Went by a church and the sign said this...
God said...
Honk if you love Jesus text while driving if you wanna meet Him
God said...
To be almost saved is to be totally lost..
It's no a joke really Jesus died on the cross
God says..
How do we make Holy water, God said we boil the HELL out of it;
I was traveling round through my city;
Feeling kinda of gritty and lazy;
Went by a church and the sign said this...
God said...
When driving by a church and you park, just stop by
Church parking trespassers will be automatically baptized
God said...
You are not too bad to come in, your not too good to stay out
And what is missing from CH__CH...........U R
I was traveling round through my city;
Feeling kinda of gritty and lazy;
Went by a church and the sign said this...
God said...
Keep using my name in vain, and I'll make rush hour longer;
And I will make it rain, make it rain
God said..
There are some questions than can't be answered by google;
And you may party in hell, but you will be the barbecue;
Oh no, no, no Oh Lord
WENT BY THE CHURCH AND THE SIGN DID SAY GOD SAID
9/21/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©