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POWER OF THE IVORIES
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I wrote this poem as a remembrance of my mother. Even when macular degeneration and diabetes took her eyesight, she continued playing her beloved piano. I often sat adjacent to her, watching her arthritic fingers dance pirouettes across the 88 ‘blacks and whites,’ lost in creativity and the music. Her pain temporarily dissolved, and she was at peace in her musical heaven, soulfully content.
She walks into the empty room
and sits down on the stool;
her heart engulfed with grief and gloom
from life that has been both kind and cruel.
She knows that she must persevere
though things seem dark and grey;
then wipes away a single tear
as she begins to play.
Familiar music soon takes flight,
her sorrows start to lift;
and so she plays into the night
and feels the music’s gift.
At last, she plays a soft reprise
and feels her gloom depart;
true solace found in ivory keys
That mended her broken heart!
By those virtues deposited in my heart;
Amiss those tandem brutal deleted parts;
Memories of prior judgment sinner wrath;
Presently mourners rants when will healing start;
Remorseful and enlighten yet still I'm sad;
There is a virus sin driven this not right;
Urban bound humanity stillborn so mad;
Now so death is total separation blight;
We are forged wrap hinged boxed up engaged and caged;
Deserting yet self-servicing beyond sight;
Where's our divine Savior now is He nearby?
How's that both the moon and sun shines at night;
I offer up my mind and spirit as bait?
Where's hearts delight be it now my soul excites?
The Lion and the Lamb view the Canary.
All with the Robins, Sparrows and Doves recite.
I'm tweeting chirping heart's delight through the cage.
Flocking unfurl feathers moving to ignite?
Demon's drool while being a concreted fool.
I was smiling during the darkness. I see daylight.
All of the flesh of my spirit so unfolds,
I am further delighted in the twilight.
As my head evolves, my soul has spirit wings.
Rises above the height of the heathen burn.
I have broken out of my well-deserved cage.
Out from the darkness now within my eyesight.
Spiritual brights of reflective rainbows.
I am channelling passages virtues holy white.
I'm given freed at last now out of my cage.
Open up to the living God for insight.
Fortunate am I now that I am now so there.
My spiritual birth now lit in candlelight.
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Tiny dots around your eyes,
facial changes and disguise.
I am the bird with no wings,
but my eyesight sees the old Egypt.
My thoughts carry my visionary distances,
I will find you even if I can't imagine you.
I can create you in my deepest visions,
the world inside my darkest dreams,
you are my queen; you are what I can't see or be.
You are on top of the oldest mountain,
where earth meets the sun,
where clouds meet the gods,
of unknown worlds,
my touch feels your senses.
But the lines of lost dimensional feel,
can't find what's real.
As long as I have your blonde hair in my hands,
nothingness will disappear,
and I my darling, I will heal.
The Birds And The Bees
Honey tasters and givers
Immaculate creatures that natures delivered
Beautiful colours these gifted with wings
Insects so small, some with a sting
Ringed or hooped to their body shaped
Dancing on the breeze, hovering above buttercups
Singing and humming their chorister songs
Above and surround are these gems on the breeze
Nocturnal are some to our eyesight they please
Dawn till dusk they patrol through their trees
They have been here for many a year
Hopefully they'll stay and no longer fear
Ever hopeful that man in his decency will adhere
Buddies we can become and grow into tomorrow
Eternally natures beings who will no longer sorrow
Everlasting memories for generations to follow
Someday to new worlds on the spaceship Apollo
Today's sky of the earth was calmly graceful
Sweetened mouth absorbed the whirling mind full
Nothing was there in my solitude thinking
Subconsciously I observed your loyal dancing
Empty colors my eyesight
Handful words dark night
In the roots of life no light
Middle paths directs guide
Cloudless mild breeze through amorous drizzling
Touched inside your stainless body with dancing
I saw your shaking heart on the pink-blue sky
As an ascetic truth seeker on mystical high
The earth, the rivers, the nature, heaven and God's throne
Dancing as genuine accompany in my meditating orb alone
Your sincere dance hugs me saintly, only you can dance o dear
No foul days will kill me, now your dance can be my saviour
08.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
Sitting on a garden wooden bench I made many years ago. I hear the many birds that have made their home in my garden. I’m not afraid to sit on the bench for I made it strong like I was then. Now, time has robbed my once sleek body and left me with age spots, spindle legs, memory lost and weak knees.
Drinking my ice tea and listening to the buzzing of the bees
around my garden relaxes me. The industrious bees have been saving honey for winter. I no longer save my meager income for I don’t have time to earn dividends.
My black cat rubs against my leg and looks up with yellow eyes wanting to know why I’m not working in my garden. He doesn’t know about my weak knees. I stroke his slick fur and scratch his ears. He moves on looking for lizards.
I’m alone with my memories of yesterday that are slowly being erased by time. Soon these thoughts will depart and follow my strength and eyesight to parts unknown to me. A lonely breeze messes my few stands of hair on its way to another land.
A mockingbird on a maple tree is mimicking songs from numerous other birds. It has no song of his own but has learned to imitate sounds from the environment. They are like some individuals who have learned to be someone else other than themselves.
The trees have vibrant new green leaves that wave to everyone who passes by. Oh heavens above, why can’t we renew ourselves like the trees and perennials? Are they worth more than us? Are we not more important than they are?
Judging from what I have seen these many years, the human race is really not better than what nature has created.
Less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted.
'Tis sad ... NEXT: the hawk hovered that founded
fresh sedges, grasslands, and deserts idyll,
God in the detail, Red-Tailed Hawk sidle,
Blitzkrieg mob by crows, females sized greater,
social-less wingers, life mono-mater,
dives one hundred twenty miles per hour,
kills owl young BOTH nesting competitor,
Prey spotted one hundred feet in the air,
Their eyesight to man, seven times finer,
Two feet, two pounds, twenty-one years lifespan,
Roadkill, hunting, and human expansion,
Diet: various birds, and small rodents,
Scrub deserts, farm fields, rainforests, woodlands.
When I first came on the stage of poetry soup,
You greeted me with encouraging words;
Then slowly we became the best of poetic friends forever,
You gifted me with a Lifetime Membership just because;
Now you are an angel in heaven watching over me.
Another forever friend who I call on for help,
She sure knows grammar and punctuation;
And her rhyming and meter is always perfection to behold,
When I am in a dither she is there to help me to do it right;
I can send a soupy mail and she will guide me through.
Oh I am so happy to have a very nice lady,
Who knows my eyesight is not that good;
So when she sees a little typo in my poem and poetry,
She does not hesitate to let me know so I can fix it up;
This kind of compassion is so special if you ask me.
These are my heroes:
Linda-Marie, The SweetHeart
Andrea Dietrich
Sandra Haight
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October 18, 2015
Verse
For the contest, Poetry Soup Heroes, sponsor, Catie Lindsay
Tenth Place
Once,
I saw rainbows
Across the tear washed sky,
Their iridescent gleam
Slanting down on the waters below,
Buds burgeoning on every branch,
Flowers opening their delicate folds,
And summer bees spiraling around
Gathering nectar for frosty days.
All in partial haze….
Saw radiant smiles gleaming past,
Angelic babes’ innocent face.
Men toiling from dawn to dusk,
Going about their lives’ odyssey.
Nature posing from time to time,
In silken green, amber gold
And in dazzling white.
But...
All in partial haze!
Everything fleeted past,
As through the window,
Of a speeding train.
Neither did they linger long
Nor were they daubed bright
In paints indelible on my mind’s canvas
To call them back to mind at will.
Leaving no impressions, they flashed past
Never evoking thoughts of gratitude
I lived my life in acute haste.
Colors, shades, and myriad scenes
Passed me by as common sight
But now with a heavy mist,
About to block my eyesight completely out
And an inexorable darkness
Hovering over me like a shroud,
That might plunge me into darkness
I regret all that I have missed seeing
I resolve now to pause and see all that is lovely,
Graciously created for man to enjoy.
Suck in the delicious ambrosia to the lees,
Thanking God as if I won’t get another chance!
Dec.31.2022
~ Placed Second~
Then and Now Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
The grace of God is so wonderful
God has given it as a gift to mankind
for without it man is lost completely
their spiritual eyesight is totally blind
God's grace is truly irresistible
when man has been regenerated anew
this grace affects the heart of man
melting its defiance to receive it true
God's righteousness at Christ's expense
what a vivid picture this conveys
that Jesus is man's perfect sacrifice
His living saviour, for sins price He did pay
When God gets a tight hold of you
knocking down all your doubts and fears
His way becomes so clear to attain
then you know His presence is ever near
This Christ will be your living saviour
one that's always at your side
shows His grace is irresistible
so make sure you know Jesus will abide