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Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin.
Within its bleak and brazen embrace,
My brisk days are turned brief and barren.
They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights.
I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation.
Once I stood with you immune to wanton winter’s wild whiplash.
You wrapped me warm from the wrath of winter’s whirlwind.
Our life moved in homogeneous harmony.
With one glaring glance from you, my heart hummed halcyon tunes.
I danced blissfully in tandem to your sweet soulful songs.
Your luminous, lambent light shone brightly,
Blazing the dark and desolate caves and crevices within me.
Now I stand and stay rooted like the trunk of a leafless tree,
Giving no shelter or shade to anyone.
With despondent dread and disappointment,
I watch the sap and serum in me going dry,
And the feathers on my wings wilt and wither like dead leaves.
With the flaming fire put out, winter has brashly barged into my life.
My lips once so eloquent now have fallen still and silent.
All the words I have carefully gleaned and garnered,
Have slipped and slid into a bottomless abyss, never to be heard again.
My lulling lyrics are replaced with the reverberating refrains of a lament.
An icy crystallization is speedily spreading,
Through my sentient soul like an ache, I have never known.
Grey cumulus clouds of pain have rolled into steal,
All light, luster and luminosity from my bright sky.
Now my world has cracked and crumbled into a bleak void of grey.
I twitch and tremble in cold as you have withdrawn your warmth.
A late realization has now daringly dawned outside my door.
I am not to perish and putrefy in this cold,
But be dauntless and dashing to fight, thaw and tread my way,
Battle the intense cold in flaming, flaring fires.
After every frosty and freezing winter, other seasons will arrive .
Summer is an inviolable and unassailable power within,
And in its warmth I can vanquish the chilling cold.
I shall wake up with a syrupy sweet song in my lips
And find myself in the luminous light of a dawning day!
Incomplete metamorphosis of this stilled adolescent...
petrified, sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent
I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned, hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o' Montgomery County ne'er
went leaving larvae stage,
now no divine providential
power can assuage,
yours truly metaphorically locked
within invisible iron bound cage
every occasion to shower
validates steep wage
permanently doled out,
yet tis futile to rage
against this human machine
i.e. body dielectric rampage
clocking three scored
orbitz chronological gauge
forever fixed feigned fodder,
when unlived uber story
of mein kampf writ faint
chicken scratch final page
gin hated anorexic
regressive toddling cribbage
deadly game of mine Life pampered
post infancy attended
Aladdin (a lad in) his hermitage
late childhood marriage
with grim reaper as
coefficient co-inhabitant
feasting emaciated lovely bones
verily scrawny, puny, and
nerdy, yea easy to lyft
courtesy lost livingsocial scrimmage
trademark spindleshanks -
stagnant embarrassingly useless
two legged equipage
at childhood's end...,
me skinny package then
weighing, eh no
more'n half dozen stone,
these days when
undressing to wash
forced to espy physical
*****sapiens wreckage
constant visual reminder
this spare rankled, stunted,
tendered ship of state,
yours truly nah oh sage
enlightenment gleaned i.e.
20/20 hindsight kickstarted
quickened, leveraged, mortgaged...,
principly unbalanced worthiness
anatomical disparity
impossible mission to salvage
accounting rent permanently askew
fixed APR rendered
amortization sabotage
irreversible penalty suffrage
escaping serfdom volunteering
self as webbed vassalage
til death do me part.
Far moost o' me
three score minus one year
tethered upon terra firmae where
planet Earth doth veer
(spins upon the global axis
(tilted 23.5 degrees from the plane
of its orbit around the sun),
terrestrial genesis (perhaps accompanied
for Pete's sake by Gabriel
blowing his horn) in all honesty unclear
boot more oven concern
points to thermonuclear
and/or subnuclear
war, particularly at forefront
of thine primate noggin
actively hypothesizing
theoretical armageddon,
when non plus ultra gravitates
with e pluribus unum necessitating
each individual to bend over
and kiss his/her rear
goodbye unless total merciless *****
hue loss atomic fallout immediately
incinerates e'en
the moost savvy profiteer,
which aforementioned prognostication
arose from overbear
ring hazy, hot and humid
dangerous heat spell near
lee approximating insufferable
temperature nearing triple digits
(along Eastern Seaboard
of United baked States
makes this human,
an immediate convert to climate control
(though he happened tubby already)
basking, glorifying, and luxuriating
within delightful 60º Fahrenheit mere
really expressing gratitude for such
creature comfort donning my
stretched out birthday suit,
(yet thee moost comfortable leisurewear
then thrift store "special bag
mountain of clothes
as mooch as Yukon sales,"
no matter mine ill mannered
mirrored reflection doth jeer
at such a sorry sight, and/or
laugh reading interlinear
monologue colloquy,
which message gleaned between lines,
and should this poem be red aloud,
thy orgasmic passion linkedin
with humming HVAC, ye would hear
courtesy hove cochlear
(hollow tube in the inner ear)
sensitive to deafening sounds...so beware!
Oh, Marry, my love, my heart's desire,
You refused to marry me, citing poverty's fire.
I don't deny my current state, my humble means,
But have you seen the future, the dreams I've gleaned?
The bright horizon beckons, a promise of tomorrow,
A future where love and fortune may bestow.
Though born in humble circumstances, I won't be defined,
For life can change in an instant, like a shifting tide.
You refused me, Marry, due to my attire,
The way I look, the exterior, not the heart's fire.
I work tirelessly, striving to ascend,
To shed the skin of poverty, and let my spirit transcend.
I haven't found the jackpot, the fortune I've sought,
But there's no shame in trying, in pursuing what I've caught.
Oh, Marry, I promised to swim every ocean's tide,
To climb every mountain, to brave the stormy night.
If it means having you, my love, my guiding star,
I'll traverse deserts, cross rivers wide and far.
I'm just a seed waiting to germinate,
A flower awaiting its bloom, a king awaiting his fate.
I have a dream, trust me, a vision of our future bright,
A life filled with love, laughter, and endless delight.
There's much I aim to accomplish, to build and to create,
A life that's worthy of your love, a life that's worth the wait.
Oh, Marry, marry me, don't let me go,
Stay by my side, and let our love forever grow.
Be with me through trials, through triumphs and strife,
Together we'll navigate life's journey, as husband and wife.
Don't judge me by today's circumstances, I pray,
See the potential, the love that drives me each day.
I'm not just a man, but a dreamer, a believer,
A partner who'll love and cherish you, forever and more.
Oh, Marry, my love, my heart beats for you,
In your eyes, my future shines, my dreams anew.
Marry me, and let's embark on life's grand quest,
Together, we'll conquer, and find our love's sweet rest.
Oh, woooh oh oh,
Ever so true,
Jesus
All I want
All I want
Jesus, all I want is just you..
God your world is nice,
But it’s no longer Eden
Father, animals are alright;
But sin, sins nature has overcame
All of this, all of them
Now I’m to blame
So with all the gold and diamonds
All of the riches in the sea
And all that you’ve gleaned to inspire me
Nothings more valuable,
Nothings more right
Nothings more valuable than Christ
Oh, woooh oh oh,
Ever so true,
Jesus
All I want
Yes, all allll all I want
And, all, all, all I need
Where I wanna be standing beside
On those streets of gold emerald wide
Wanna be, wanna be, by His side
Where I live on eternal stride, never to die eternally live on
And on, on, on and on forever on unto eternity
Ever so true,
Lord, I want more of an abundant of you, of you…
Oh, woooh oh oh,
Ever so true,
Jesus
All I want
All I want
Jesus, all I want is just you..
All I want is just you Jesus,
Jesus is all I choose;
You are all I need
8/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Indoctrinate me if you dare.
Take my brain, all of my ideas, and stomp them to bits, prove they are wrong.
Take your time, and bash them about, mercilessly and in an angry way.
Coax me out of my comfort zone, shake me away from my theories and suspicions.
Tell me what to think, what to believe, encourage me to study one agenda, a contradictory way.
Convince me that your truth should be mine, that it is more powerful, and true than my own self-worth.
Drag me kicking and clawing from my hiding place, from the safety of my own inner knowledge.
Beat myself out of me if you have to, terrify me with your mad idea of sameness, and disbeliefs.
Pour propaganda over my head, put subliminal clips into my I-pads, take over my brain, if you dare.
Make me into the masses that worship you, make me a fervent follower, no longer believing in self,
But in a greater good – your good, your truth, your ways, your majesty.
Convince me of the rightfulness of your misogynist theories, help me block out the truth of myself.
Show me a truth I never gleaned before, when I was sane, before you began to brainwash me.
Mash my dendrites into a reluctant bloody submission.
Come and get me.
I wait for you, eagerly plotting my counter attack.
Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
I am not kidding.
Come and get me if you dare.
Single for life
Alone I stride in life contented and glad,
No need of love, for it can make one sad
Just me and my mind, never divided we two
Free from worries, that come with being wooed.
False peace and joy in possessions gleaned,
A lonely life brings the chance to dream
Friends come and go, but I am unchanged,
My friends would never try to rearrange.
No angst from arguments, no flaring of the heart,
A life free of love, into that I take a start
Just me and my cat, we take to my bed of flowers,
No angst to cloud my hours.
Lasting friendship with no fear of betrayal,
That’s the life I’ve elected and never can fail
I’ve picked a life of single pleasure and content,
The chance of love I’m never meant.
Written on a lonely night 1/11/23 by Davina Browne
Start from a place of respect and love.
Prepare for flight, be the dove.
Get ready the questions you wish to find.
With intention breath in deeply. And understand
This will blow your mind.
You will be shot to somewhere else.
A familiar place. A land of elves.
A fractal expanse beyond space and time.
A place where all is entwined and combined.
A place that is unlimited potential.
A geometrical place, quite the spectical.
The most amazing things you've ever seen.
Way beyond your wildest dreams.
A place unfortunately you will soon forget.
Like sand slipping through your fingers, unable to net.
All the wisdom you have gleaned.
The big picture, the entire scene.
The part you play, and your place.
Your purpose here all your days.
Infinitely small, yet infinitely needed.
Yes you matter. Your role must be completed.
We are all just but a piece.
All connected, and will never cease.
We are all here trying to discover
What we are. Till then love one another.
Lend a hand, a kind word, and a hug.
When we do this we all rise up.
And when one falls, we all fall too.
We are one- this much is true.
We are all just another reflection.
Of each other, and at one time perfection.
Let us all find our way back.
To the source of what we now lack.
The light, the love,
Compassion and understanding.
What we were before this experience
Of life and learning.
You are an old soul in a fast paced world,
as time goes on your wisdom unfurls.
Each line on your face marks experiences gleaned,
your knowledge helps navigate futures unseen.
Your memories are golden and held in your mind,
with simple conversation a treasure to find.
Your crown a straw hat, your throne an old chair,
the Kingdom you rule is the time that we share.
The stories you tell are hard to believe,
born in the good old days, in values conceived.
Your life is a legend in a young boy's eyes,
the memories live on long after you die.
Advice to the young, don't pass up the chance,
to spend time with someone whose years are advanced.
10/17/18
Teachers are a venerable lot,
Happy that I belong to that ‘special’ sort
Instilling in young ones -
Newer insights gleaned,
Enriching their lives -
With atoms of knowledge pooled,
Brightening their paths -
With millions of lanterns lit,
Rowing them away -
From the perilous shoals of life,
And leading them to be anchored
On safer shores!
She has to play all at once, myriad roles,
More of a mentor and not just a tutor,
A physician who heals, a nurse who tends,
A parent who cares or a pal who shares,
As Socrates instructed the youth -
Through endless queries,
As Sullivan led Keller -
To the new dawn of light,
I strove to be a TEACHER in every sense.
A teacher is a sculptor who sees an angel,
Veiled within a rock!
An architect building an edifice,
To last a life time!
A warrior uncompromising in war,
On Ignorance – the most ignoble foe!
In life aren’t we all performers?
As a woman, I have donned many roles
A daughter, wife, mother
Friend, Neighbor and what not
But of all, the greatest was being a teacher
Where I coalesced many roles
To suit to every occasion
Looking back, I can say for sure
Being a teacher has been the best
Of all other performances in my life
,
Now with pride, would I wear the mantle,
Of a teacher for all eyes to see!
May.12.2022
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