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There's no prophesying drooling 'bout
mine think's lips
Only
What before me
Glistering
you too see
I'm not the prophet
From mine eyne's eccentric
Into the depths uv yourn
hear
Anomalous many they are
tempt
thrust
transcend
Amorous though each their thought
For
From mine lips digits
You read mine see
"hers
spinning
in the oak's leaves
bedazzling mine
draped in her white sweater dress
just az sweet az yestermonth
crossing mine ready
in her pink morning tea pima frock"
Her pretty's about to say 'goodnight edvard'
I'm certain she's about to kiss me
to shut me up
i gave her the frock ;)
Like a royal parade,
they waddled across
the well traveled thoroughfare
teeming with autos crawling to a stop;
otherwise road rage reduced to admiration.
The regal drake held his head high—his eyes
piercing straight ahead—oblivious to the traffic.
The obeisance of his trailing brace
reflected a solemn reverence to their chief.
A mother hen shot an evil eye to a baby Donald
who quickly got back in step before exiting onto
the dew laden emerald grass—Glistering.
With the aura of a spa for creatures
bearing wings or fins or tails, as well as feet,
the pond awaited them—one by one
quacking with pleasure as they entered.
As we mounted our bikes
to continue our ride, auto horns
began to honk and obscene words
abated the serene ambiance.
1.Darkness lit
A jot of light
Glistering is…
Rays of light
Over-coming darkness sight
Blinded by the light…
2. Always.
Shows that they really are.
Honest with you when it matters most
Yet tears goes unflustered
Substances sticking together
No matter what there…
Never hurtful, always forgiving
True friend is not only honest bout themselves, but they are also honest about you
Never boastful thriving to be fulfilling
In happiness and sadness
Always, always got each other’s back with gladness
Deceive you no not
First Revelation In Every Notion Dependant-dependable
3. How can you hate someone and its dark?
Open up your hearts eyes and see the light;
A friend is an enemy whose blindly sees;
Open you’re embracing hands and arms can lead;
So when that hated forgiven enemy;
Becomes a friend so endearing;
Thank God for the light
For He’s righteous
Only He in your heart can turn the darkness into light
Only your true friend was your enemies turn right;
12/18/19
For You've Got Style Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
She sprinted through a rugged woods
Away from free loading fathers and filthy no-goods,
Away from tear soaked teddy bears and lungs filled with smoke.
She found herself unmoving, crying in the arms of a weeping willow oak.
She is what remains of a fractured household,
A rotten tapestry of liquor stains, bruised bodies, and secrets untold.
She imagined what lied beyond the waterfall of misery that cascaded infinitely over her,
For she was stuck observing the world in a melancholy blur
Her blistered ankles fell weak and she crumpled towards the ground,
Peering up at a glistering light that left her wonderstruck, spellbound
She made out the shape of a body descending from above
They gazed at each other, her eyes as doleful as a mourning dove
He whispered in her ear as softly as the whistling wind,
Leaving her once perpetually dark world seeming only to be dimmed
He held out his hand to her and urged her to run away
To a place called Neverland, a world where all somber thoughts are kept at bay.
Though it seemed of her to be giving in to her broken mentality,
She longed for an escape from pain and poison personality.
As they floated above her home town,
She suddenly couldn't hear bottles shattering or doors breaking down.
She felt the pain lift from her small frame,
And the inferno of sadness that burned interminably was but a flickering flame.
They sailed across the second star to the right and flew straight on ‘till morning
She hadn't prepared for the wondrous sight before her that came with no warning
She broke through clouds that brushed her face with cotton candy kisses,
The world of true happiness and ephemeral sunshine was once real only in her wishes.
It was in the land of everlasting childhood that she was freed of all regrets,
And she held flowers between her fingers instead of cigarettes
Her face was flushed with shades of pink instead of black and blue,
And she decided it was time to write her story anew.
That night she traded her tattered nightgown for rags and a dirty fur coat,
She chose put her past in a bottle and set it afloat.
In that moment she could feel her true identity come unbound,
They called her Lost Girl, but in that moment she never felt more found.
Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please -2- Poetry Contest
N/A- 100 in a ROW contest--15 9/24/16
(the sound of rain, a storm)
As I fathom the sounds of jubilee;
Raindrops, falling, raindrops falling down on me
Showering, blundering, drenching all around up and down and on top of me;
I feel the breathes, I see the rain;
And I'm wet of the tears from heaven;
and I'm blessed by the lighting and thunder falling down;
Falling down, drenching me, wetting me from my head to my knees;
so why am I running. . .
Stay, stand still feel the rampart;
Feel the blessings from God's rain;
Showering blessings though I can't comprehend it;
Everything's flesher after the rain;
Stay, stand still feel the ramparts;
Feel the precise part;
Oh, what a beautiful start;
As God rains down in my heart;
So why you still running;
Stay, stand, stand still and feel the rampart;
Let's start feeling the blessings though I can't comprehend it;
Everything's flesher after the rain;
better, don't you feel better;
flesh, clean, so clear don't you feel better after the rain;
God rains down in my heart;
So I now feel better after the rain;
And after all;
From the heavens, from glory, to the rain lands turn waterfalls;
I have it, I have it, I got it all;
So wet, soaken wet, yet I'm blessed;
Cause God rains down in my heart;
And given me a new start;
I have it, yes got it all His showered blessings;
and after all;
From the heavens rom glory to the rain lands turns to waterfalls;
I have it all;
I shall not fall;
Because God is showering me with He presents;
Tho, I've sinned and yes I too fell, but live to tell;
that I feel better, fresh clean so clear;
drenched from the heavenly;
This is what God done to me;
As He reigns , He rain down in my heart;
Staying, standing here to feel the rampart;
Feeling the joys precise gifted part;
Of what this is a beautiful start;
As God rains down in my heart;
As I fathomed the sounds of jubilee;
Raindrops, rain from God falling on me;
Showering, glistering, thundering, blundering all around me;
Now I'm drenched in His love from end to start;
God rains down in my heart;
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. (c)2007
July 31 2007
From the anthology "More Than An Apple Tree"
In A Frozen Bed
Dr Ranjit Dutta
In the land of beauty
In the realm of nature's grace,
The mountain peak
Touches the sky,
Where the snowy beds ascend.
The mount adorned in pristine white
Where a jewel in the crown
basking in golden sunrays.
An icy embrace where
The harmony does sleep.
A topstry of snowflakes
Delicately spun,
Glistering like diamonds,
Well beneath the rosy morning Sun.
An ethereal landscape,
Untouched and pure,
Where dreams unfold and hopes endure.
The mountain whispers
The stories of love and hatred
Conquerors and sages
A silent witness of battles fought and lost,
A testament to the human spirit's utmost.
The wide bed of snowflakes,
A miracle of nature,
A treasure so fine .
Through the ages
I have stood serene,
A emblem of beauty
Eternal and pristine of my love's smile and tears.
It Was Spring When I Met You.
I met you in the spring,
When blue birds gather and sing,
With butterflies' wings fluttering,
Stirring above flower petals.
Our whole life's beings, in joy,
In full swing, of living things,
Amonst slices of green leaves,
Deep dreams risen, in morning sun.
I met you in the spring,
Bee's humming, fairy ring, highland fling,
Picket fences, honeysuckle vines clinged,
Cardinal sings, in glorious tunes of joy.
Seen them through your eyes,
Our hearts sang in union.
With love bloom of stars bright,
And now, how love turns to ice.
Here I sit alone, in the quiet of the night
Staring out at stardusts in dark sky,
Basking under sparkles of moonlight,
Dreaming of days gone by,
String along, sad songs, out of style.
My eyes drawning in tears,
Glistering smear as dew drops,
On top of rose petals,
Fresh from spring rainfalls.
Wind blows through my hair,
Warm air caressing my face,
Bright sun shines on my body,
The sage scented is swell.
Of wildflowers smell, pale and sweet,
My heart beats with memories of love,
Of you, spring, so far away in time,
In time of magical, passing thoughts,
It was LAST SPRING, when I met you.
Copyright ©2001 Jieranai Maier
O WHAT A VISION-
Picture this you and I alone with God and Jesus
Imagine just us walking along heavens wake
Just you and I God and Jesus
Stepping on those golden streets of gold;
Nibbling on manna-bread
Kiss of fountain springs
Water's glistering
Angels choirs singing
I see grand ma and em' praising;
There's no one crying
God shines ever on a light no need for the sun
O WHAT A VISION-
No one in pains
Long life living forever
Everyone's loving friends
The lion and the leopards affectionate licks the lamb
Not for the taste of the meal
But for the love of God
There is no crabgrass nor pollution
Everything in perfect order
Man's the perfect soldier in the army of the Lord
O' what a reunion I see many loving people of all creeds, races and nations;
O WHAT A VISION-
We all come together in loving praises to the almighty God our King
Let us all sing Hallelujah AMEN
Thank you Father for heaven eternally with love
O WHAT A VISION-
8/31/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A patriarch, legend, family man,
A moral compass,
An arc of proprietary leadership
With octopus creeping advancements
Inducing pomiferous effects
Africa’s epitome of
Struggle against racial oppression
The Great Madabe :
An iconic glistering personality
Held the jugular of
Erstwhile oppressors spell-bound.
According to him :
‘Exhausted all peaceful means’
Spear-headed weapons of warfare
To tackle this gamut
Rivonia Trials :
Black face in White Court,
White Court in Black Country,
Black Country White Ruled,
A sizzling paradox.
An illustrious Amicus Curiae
Who ought to ensure
Right persons do not
Travail in Court
Travailed but prevailed.
In Prison :
Remained a dignifying character,
Bubbling with unending
Vigour and vitality
Though sequestered within
The prison’s iron-gates
The ideals he stood for
Could not be suppressed
With draconian laws,
Separatist illusions cum policies.
Prisoner of conscience
A.K.A. 46664 Robben Island
His heart for his people
Obviously exhibited by
Willing sacrifice of
His freedom for countless numbers.
A multifarious personality :
A former herdsboy,
Won the Almighty God’s Heart
In tendering the herd
He saw another King David
Mindful of His creation
Nkosi Dalibonga,
Elder Statesman,
World Ambassador,
Amicus Curiae,
Exemplary Leader,
Reconciler of his nation,
Negotiator of peaceful end to Segregation.
Papa Madabe,
Indeed had a heart
For the people
No wonder God
Emplaced him as
The Primus Black African
To preside over his Country.
The Last Journey :
Home going,
From Pretoria,
The Military C-130 Hercules Jet
Hurtled through the morning skies
Landed safely at Mthatha Airport,
Eastern Cape Province
Where this son of a Chief
Spent the happiest years
Of his childhood.
Last Parade :
Colour Party of White and Black faces
Previously unheard of
A resounding result of the Struggle,
Carry Matata Madabe’s remains
To the dark coloured hearse
Amidst full
Presidential Honours…
Adieu Great Madabe
You were a Great light
Now in the far beyond,
Good night for your passage
Has caused an irreparable
Generational chasm for
Years to come.
HEAVEN WHISPERS HER NAME
My days of the past
Comes to fore at last
Fulfilling desires of the heart?
The start of a known new path
Promise to keep a gem
I'll make her my emblem.
My Wisdom Sesay seasoning;
Skin glistering, voice blistering,
While I'm listening,
Whistling to the sound jingling.
Your whole thought's underneath my heart
And just like that...
We are gloriously gone,
Media world will be stun.
A journey into ourselves is on,
Voracious Voluminous appetites,
Overtly Overfeeding tonight,
Heaven whispers in my ears, thrice,
Flashing Genesis 24:15 in my eyes,
Visions sporadically visionize my Rebekah,
Televise my movie, pictures so spectacular,
Heavens whispers in my ears - Wizzy
Then my breathing becomes pacy
Though the weak night gets lazy
But reality I am facing,
My heartbeat sporadically racing,
The happiness of artificial waves,
Numb and insane in my dark caves,
Replaced by the green lights...
That bade me come over to new height,
Together in quickening of release
To leave this weary heart to easeful peace.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 2017.
Rewritten: 2020.