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Here I am again, in a familiar silence
Inside a bustling place full of lies
In a bench of solitude, my preference
To watch the world as it dies
Before my senses, before my sighing eyes.
I see silence amid the rushing crowd,
I see silence confined in the traffic jam,
I hear it in the children who laugh aloud,
In the sound of my heart that tells me who I am.
I see silence in the smile of a man
That dies every day in his shrouded love,
In the deep glances of an unsmiling woman,
In the cries of the heart to the sky above.
I hear the silence on the production floor
Behind the tired smile of the labor,
The payday in a commerce store,
In a smile curling in shy valor.
I hear silence that is imprisoned in a song,
Silence concealed in a joyful poetry,
The silence languishing among
The strongest in the world of misery.
I hear the silence of the footfalls
As they walk toward the last exit,
The silence in the surrounding walls
That presses on the silence of the spirit.
The laughter that dissolves in silence,
In the darkness that echoes as I enter my room,
Disguising the disappearing pretense
That acknowledges the impending doom.
Dec. 30, 2023, 8:27 a.m.
Today is Wednesday, tomorrow's Thursday,
New longings arise between us once more,
Like two butterflies meeting in flight,
In a mysterious dance, under a tearful sky.
Wednesday, with scents of the approaching autumn,
With thoughts tangled in webs of hope,
And with timid steps, on memory lanes,
We find ourselves in dreams, amidst lines and experiences.
Tomorrow, when Thursday dawns,
We'll be two strangers, or perhaps old friends,
But our hearts will know,
That between them exists a bridge, a bond for eternity.
Every Wednesday, as the sun sets,
I remember you, your pure smile,
And every time Thursday's moon appears,
I feel the longing grow, my heart breaks and ends.
Between Wednesday and Thursday, in that fleeting moment,
We find ourselves in a parallel world, where time stands still,
Where words are unnecessary, and glances say it all,
Where our hearts beat in unison, in a sublime symphony.
Today is Wednesday, tomorrow's Thursday,
New longings arise between us, like sun rays after the rain,
But we know that, regardless of days and nights,
We will always find each other, in dreams or in thoughts, both of us.
Dream strider: Phantom post endearment
My dear who I long to see...
Yet deep down, I know it's just a dream...
Anonymous spirit: what do you mean?
What is just a dream?
Dream strider: phantom post endearment
You know my words, yes
My fondness for you I must confess
Anonymous spirit: speak plainly
It's meaning is shrouded, and quiet rainy
Dream strider: phantom post endearment
My heart is hidden, buried in blocks of cement
Through my strides, I do vent
Anonymous spirit: you poor dear
Your pain, I feel it near
Dream strider: phantom post endearment
Your face is hidden but it's essence leaves a print
Mine also hidden, my soul ignites like Flint
Anonymous spirit: you speak oddly,
But i do enjoy your poetic body
Dream strider: phantom post endearment
Speaking in hymns...
Knowing you'll listen, maybe read between the lines
Anonymous spirit: I can hear you, u know
'see what?' (she questions, her head hangs low)
Dream strider: phantom post endearment
What dreams may come, my love-born
I dream stride, then transform
Anonymous spirit: what is this you speak of?
Are you truly in love?
Dream strider: phantom post endearment
I'm aching for you, can you hear it?
I'm caught, helpless in your caressing fit
Anonymous spirit: no,..you can't be...
You've never even seen me!
Dream strider: phantom post endearment
My dear,
Longing for you burns...
Then Sears
Anonymous spirit: (she sighs) then disappears..
Deep down she feels it.. the way it Sears....
Dream strider: phantom post endearment
Hymn- crossed love
Might not be... no. Maybe no other
Anonymous spirit: she glances back then whispers..
Could this be love?
My dove?
Old man, old school
Young man, new rules
Self-taught all out, times bout to expire
Now the youth today look lup to themselves riding the streets with flat tires
They think they have the way
To make it on their no plans, yet they stand
Young man can't stand
The advice and wisdom of the elder man
Young man thinks he can
To do it all out the palm of his hands
Old man reminded of the plans
His children have had now they have their heads in their hands
Watching them, Washington, all the politicians
Four leaf Glover, Sesame Street and Grover
And inclined to the beings of time
Better take the advice and wisdom of the elder man
No time to sway, sag, brag or play,
Only time left is to pray
The youth are the elders of tomorrow but what about today
if they don't choose the right way
then all mankind tomorrow will lose, hey
Old man glances young man chances
The choice is yours I have the cure
Let loose speak the truths and don't let anyone tell you after
Young man still thinks he can
I'm incline to believe in the righteous ways
The advice and wisdom of the elder man
08/20/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from submitted entry "UNO Poetry to Bridge Generations Elder & Youth 2015"
Written: August 18, 2023
Pantoum Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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The moon rises high in a land where spirits swell
Passion, akin to stars, ignites a fervent heart flame
Genuine grins shine amidst silver waves of dwell
Calming whispers of breeze in the river of shame.
Passion, akin to stars, ignites a fervent heart flame
In a realm where spirits bloom, the sun rises high
Calming whispers of breeze in the river of shame
Courtly grins shine in a sea of silver, but never lie.
In a realm where spirits bloom, the sun rises high
Bolts of light arise as schooners set sail on elixir
Courtly grins shine in a sea of silver, but never lie
Inspiration, unwavering truthfulness, zero mixer.
Bolts of light arise as schooners set sail on elixir
Soul's desire glances at the divine through grace
Inspiration, unwavering truthfulness, zero mixer
an everlasting rattling—an auspicious embrace.
Soul's desire glances at the divine through grace
A melody that resonates in the recesses of the soul
An everlasting rattling—an auspicious embrace
Led by the One who transcends all forms of control.
A melody resonates in the recesses of the soul
Devotion drenches every corner where souls grow
Led by the One who transcends all forms of control
Serving as an eternal beacon of boundless joy flow.
Devotion drenches every corner where souls grow
Genuine grins shine amidst silver waves of dwell
Serving as an eternal beacon of boundless joy flow
The moon rises high in a land where spirits swell.
Why was born in that specific time,
sealing a fate too quick to regret,
when changes swept an entire world?
In some places there was war,
and in others there was peace,
but the unrest was read on every face;
and the most courageous ones joined the fight,
to defend their freedom on this once-serene shore...
who could have sensed the anticipation of discord?
My dilemma seemed to bother me alone,
everybody else went about their normal living,
without the anxiety and the worry of being
carried away by the pathetic winds of sub-consciousness;
was I being neglected and rejected for my opinions?
Nobody seemed to listen or even care:
a battle is fought by all, and the fiercest warrior must lead
them in the challenging battle-field...
to determine ways how to win it without incurring many losses;
and an exaggeration, with boastful praises, would be unfair!
I exercised caution not to provoke hostility,
or aggravating those tensions already exposed to anger,
so I hid myself in the shroud of an incognito: to bear
a day-to-day existence sensing a denial of sympathy;
to be a sentinel and warn what was the scourge of the lie,
because the evidence was as clear as a moonlit sky!
Making compromises to underline my concept...
words as concise as the ones spoken by a truthful mouth,
unvarying in their pure meaning, piercing as roses' thorns;
and then, menacing glances and sour eyes became the phantoms
that could have easily frightened me or harmed me with their enraged voices...
I intercepted that danger and ended their madness!
Approaching life without questioning one's heart,
without asking what can be claimed for every effort ever made,
implies an ignoble cause not needed to be scornfully concealed:
in the shroud of an incognito and be blameless of the internal conflict!
From close to distant, we drifted away,
A smile once warm feels foreign today.
Like strangers again, we awkwardly greet,
Casual glances where my heart used to beat.
It’s strange to think somebody so near,
Could vanish like clouds and simply disappear.
I know I’m to blame for the things that went wrong,
But what’s in the past can’t change with a song.
I’m sorry I struggled with communication,
I’m not like others, skilled in conversation.
I wish I were better at knowing what to say,
I could have pulled you close instead of pushing away.
In the end, I think it’s better this way,
We greet, we nod, then silently walk away.
Though time may pass, the memories still play,
It feels like ages, though it was just months away.
Peace gapes at the world
Broken and scarred
Her sovereignty no more her pride
What a heavy price
It has become to be able to walk free
In between the limits of Earth
Peace gapes at the world ever so silently
Her pleas have been left unheeded
Her voice, scorned
Her anguish, looked down upon
On other hand, wars boast of themselves
As they hold the upper hand
On the happenings of Earth,
Aware, that they can resolve conflicts
Aware that the saying goes thus:
Wars end wars,
Wars bring peace!
But peace shudders at the sight of wars,
She glances at the skies
Wishing she could run to some other place
Where she reigns!
Meanwhile, Earth revolves,
And maintains her dance in the universe
Stoic, so like a soldier going through torture
Unable to do anything else
As she remains bound by the actions of her children
And even if peace be her favourite,
She cannot favour her as the wars keep watching her every move!
This passion inflames two hearts that interweave,
they give off the strong perfume
of entwined roses clinging to strawberry shrubs;
distant is the memory of snows!
No other sky above this meadow glitters more,
how clear is the way to enthralling Paradise!
And if we bind together, this vernal promise
must endure as the earth itself, evermore!
Tales of Kings and Queens in love were lost to time and spoil;
enduring is this new tale in which caresses and kisses burn;
this place in time is as eternal as gray ashes in a small urn,
never scattered to wind or sea, buried in soil deeper than coil.
The Passiflora flower bears a resemblance to the pink daisy,
its aura of solar beads is the crown given for the rarest beauty;
and such are the glowing glances of woman filled with worth,
a last surrender to my fervent kisses that induce blissful death!
Entered in Broken Wings contest,
" Entwined "
Written on 2/11/2016
Love’s tempestuous when everything
aligns, and so it was the day we met
on a sandy beach in the late spring -
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
I knew you’d been swimming in the sea
when you sauntered past me dripping wet.
Something wild your glances brewed in me -
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
Good fortune! The beach had emptied fast
when you approached me before sunset.
My heart - crashing waves! There came at last
a perfect storm I cannot forget!
Just we two, the beach, and twilight’s glow.
What passion was unleashed when I let
you kiss my lips! All those years ago -
a perfect storm I cannot forget.