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the me gets lost
in the vastness of the you
a drop in the ocean
meshing in harmony
symbiotic the stillness
at the heart of my storm
I give in and feel the power
in unity with our universe
silence flows through me
with the galaxies’ secrets
lifetimes cycling and recycling
orchestrated breaking and merging
the crests of waves as one
in continuous motion of life and death
one day we will wake from this dream
and reunite on the other side
illusion is time on a continuum
I let go and I am
I let you go and there I find you
closer to me than ever
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on June 22, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (JUN 23) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
HallelujahMy heart has a mouth and it speaks life
And my heart's eyes sees visions of angels in the skies
And my heart beats rhythms essence flowing
Alas my beating heart afflicted in my chest
Lungs that hold the breath given to me by a living God
He who caressed me he kissed me gave me his life
My heart has a mind within my soul
My heart has hidden treasures unreleased untold
My heart beats rhythm essence flows
My heart has a mind within my soul
My heart has a mouth and it speaks life
And my heart's eyes sees visions of angels in the skies
And my heart beats rhythms essence flowing
Alas my beating heart afflicted in my chest
Lungs that hold the breath given to me by a living God
Hallelujah
7.7.23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
"The Queen's Slippers - Part 2"
There goes my heart
with bags packed
no turning back
or final wave
seated hooded next to huntsman
innocent, gauche, temperamental
There will come a time
to save,
but save oneself
on this dark road,
one must -
There will come a time
to talk,
but walk the talk
on this dark road by oneself
‘tis the True Lesson,
to Win-Win,
one must.
A gold wedding ring
A delicate diamante crucifix
An open heart
Some words inscribed
Latin to remember
casually tossed aside
Sterling Silver
broken in seconds
That is the past
Life now beckons.
Lost. Much later. Lost.
A Soothsayer sees –
A Soothsayer knows.
A Soothsayer has walked
the same Road.
Bluebird's and Cuckoo's nests
glittery material things
carrots dangled by withered carrion minds;
True wealth are the hidden maps
buried in the Lost Forrest of Time.
There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
it softly hoots, too diabolical
for screeching
The Owl slowly turns it’s eyes
towards the Reader
a silent voyeur trespassing on the kill,
it digs it’s talons in sharper
blood flows claret stained
drop by drop
into the Poison Chalice, again,
blood flows warm and free
it’s pumping with life yet, see?
Soon, too soon it will come
tomorrows are never guaranteed.
Above it’s right talon a sterling silver anklet
it holds life in balance, still,
Warm with life
Cold with death
The fine line drawn between
Imperious over lifeblood’s flow
Inscribed, in font Gothic,
The Owl’s name is POE
Gently, the writer places the hood over POE’s eyes and kisses the top of his head. Our writer, dear reader, brings out her Queen’s Slippers. Hearts are in her mind, she’s playing “NO TRUMPS”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
1. In Australia, the Joker in the Queen's Slipper brand of playing cards depicts a Kookaburra, a bird native to Australia with a call that famously resembles human laughter. In Australian games of 500, the Joker is often referred to colloquially as "The Bird"
2. "Do You Love Me", Nick Cave
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZGPB4463mM
3. "The Day the World Went Away", NIN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtmI6j3R-Y0
**The Next Zimbabwe: A Call to Rise**
In lands where dreams were forged in fire,
A tale of strength, of fierce desire,
From ashes of despair, they’ve learned to climb,
Zimbabwe’s spirit soaring through the sands of time.
A currency’s fall, a lesson steep,
Where once was value, now shadows creep.
Yet brothers and sisters, with hearts aflame,
Have risen from ruins to reclaim their name.
Across the borders, they sought a way,
With every rand, they’d chart their sway.
Determined souls, they harnessed the grind,
While others indulged, their vision aligned.
In taverns dark, where laughter flows,
Their laughter echoes, where no one knows
That diligence crafted on foreign ground,
Now boasts of success that astounds the town.
“Oh, they take our jobs!” is the weary cry,
But it’s passion and grit that lift them high.
While some chase vanity, or fleeting thrills,
The Zim hearts beat strong, finding strength in their skills.
From cleanings to braids, they’ve mastered the art,
With every endeavor, they've played their part.
Boardrooms and mines, a tapestry spun,
Where barriers crumble, new futures begun.
Look closely, dear neighbors, it’s time to awake,
From slumber of habits, it’s change that we’ll make.
The bars and the bottles won’t fill us with gold,
While wisdom’s embrace maps a future more bold.
They carry in pockets what we too could claim,
Values that flourish, igniting the flame.
So rise, South Africa, from shadows of doubt,
See the wealth in hard labor; let the spirit sprout.
Success isn’t stolen; it’s built and it grows,
On sweat and on tears, the determination shows.
In unity’s strength, there’s a chance to thrive,
Let’s learn from each other, let the best of us drive.
In the heart of our struggle, let’s sow seeds of trust,
For in every challenge, there’s power discussed.
Rise up and awaken, let visions collide,
In the next Zimbabwe, let our hopes coincide.
Snow flakes falling
and the world is a marshmallow land
Crisp is the kiss of the chilly air
the earth blanketed by the snowfall's fan
Winter white like a snow globe shaken
snowing strong as the northern blows
Bundle tight wear layers of clothes
roll up a snowman with a carrot nose
Boy and girl running holding gloved hands
the frozen earth becomes a magic wonderland
Drifts of snow piling ever so high
best now to stay warm going inside
Peer through the window as a blizzard flows
Mother Nature giving quite a winter show
January burst with a crown of winter white
frosty cold wind with a nip that bites.
Out of my body profusely worn
Pours out assuming blood flows hot
Burst of a wounded second enemy showering bits of ammo
To and fro outward burst of a wound second triage
Pounding breath he's a wounded soldier off in a war
He didn't order heart is beating blood is flowing
Lying on the ground wounds deep and hollow
Pangs of Joy bleeds through the morrow
Shadow sweats rolling down his head to his chest
Breath hollow thump thump thump muscle pumps
Blood flowing through the veins out the wounds
Bleeding out yet living on wounded bloodstep flows
Been shot
4/25/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I've been listening to your eyes
And I heard of them recounting
A past life connected to an afterlife
Filled with love and passion
As they drown and succumb to the beauty
Of mysticism as it sparkles with the mystery of existence
I've been listening to your eyes
And in their poetic serenades
I felt your longing to merge with my fate
As you thirst for the divine as intensely
As I do and you can see, surrounding me,
A garden which never gets hit by lightning!
I've been listening to your eyes
And I've started to wonder
At how I could have been deaf all this time?
Was I following the instructions from the skies?
Or was I merely deluded, thinking that I am in an
Evergreen valley while it was just a photo stuck on a wall?
I've been listening to your eyes as
They glimmer with unspoken words which yearn to be said
I can see in them a million moons lighting up my dark confinement
I can see in them a hidden sanctuary which has not been explored yet
I can see in them, the contented smile of the Gods as they feel comforted
And this comfort gets transmitted to my heart
As it flows from your eyes into the lines of my secret diary!
On the silver sands of the beguiling beach
spectral rays of the rising sun rush to reach,
brace the mystique beauty of the deep sea,
flushing the iridium skin of her satin body.
With colored coral she combs her golden hair,
swirling around the ivory face in the rippling air.
The song of the swelling waves she could hear
in the shining concave shell she holds on her ear.
The whistling zephyr flows with her pearly glow,
brings to her the music of the distant rainbow.
Butterflies float with the scent of the spring day,
the loneliness of the queen of sea they waft away.
The shipwrecked sailor is lost in the stormy sea,
the shore of yonder beyond the surge he can’t see.
Before the last lights of the sinking sun on sea fade
he is embraced by the loving arms of the mermaid.
September 28, 2019
The northern wind sweeps away with the arctic gale
the swathing grandeur of my mesmerizing garden.
The pallid patina of the distressed florid petals
freezes beneath the withering frost of discontent.
Seraphic spring saunters in the air with ripples of rapture
from the garden of Eden up above the veil of blue.
The spectrum of hues cascades in splendored shower,
as the latent beauty blooms in a rose of my listless garden.
From its verdant vibrancy flows with scented fervor
the musical resonance of the serenading breeze.
Its captivating cadence set in harmonic congruence
hinges the enticing fragrance of rose in dulcet dawn.
The self-obsessed free will dormant in floral exuberance
envelopes the blooming mind with an unreal veil transient,
obscures the ordained pathway God’s benevolence paves,
that l need to travel for it’s designed for me at His will.
The unseen glow of the omnipresent light
floods my possessed essence, but I don’t discern,
for I formulate life’s tenets encompassing the ego
in the ignorant realm of fantasized self-deception.
After the ill-conceived venture the errant mind
finds the gloomy path of introspection lightened,
as the secret door of the inner sanctum opens,
where suffused with divine light the lotus blooms.
Unshackled out of the dark abyss of despair,
I take the inward journey through consciousness layers,
perceive the radiant fulcrum of divine beacon in the soul
illumine the corridor, leading to the abode of bliss.
A Valentine's Day Poem
Valentine, my sweet Valentine
Would you be my Valentine?
Waltz with me with the soothing,
Warm, rich, clear, and relaxing
Sounds of the violin
While in concerts discipline.
We'll float on an endless cloud as the bow dances
Around the strings and filtrates
Under the splendor of the brightness
Kisses of the full moon and stars glistens
Revealing beautiful velvet red rose
Sweet aroma of moist dew flows
Silently yearning for the heart I've chosen for love to ignite
Whispers of my soul, to embark on a moonlight flight
Whispering good morning, refreshing
Kisses good night, quenching
With the person I'm in love
Heart full of emotion for the one I love
2/1/2016