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a hungered in the desert---
As I walk on this open rugged terrain
Thirst bites me on the back of my throat
Can't shallow it hurts stopped by the milky-way
Cut open a cactus spray drops of honey flowing
while white glistering juices fall down my chin
Eyes blink and and wave and sparkle at the new horizon
Can't mourn for no one 's died
Yet still thirsty I drink and guzzle the prize
Smack my lips drinking all of this
No longer thirsty now I'm ravished
Stomach full of liquids now demanding solids
I burp and Belch! Now I'm sober
Ready to eat moon rocks PoP! PoP, PoP!
Still walking this rough terrain
Lungs and brain full of dust of the land
Can't shallow it hurts from eating moon dust and rocks
Eyes hurt too, burning itching wish it would stop
Eyes blink and wave and sparkle at the new horizon
Can't mourn for no one cries
Yet still thirsty I drink and guzzle the prize
no longer a hungered in the desert
9/10/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
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.
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
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.
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
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glistering
ahhh yesss
radiantly
out glinting la ciotat's
white
perfection
milez uv it
in wait
for tramp
edvard'z
yesss
hern pretty
bare
sparkle'd
directly effecting
mine deep
pupilz
moooon
')
*la (see-oh-tat) ciotat
<]')
.
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 ;)
Fields of Gold
God's endless skies golden field
Emulates of pasture of golden yields, fields
On ward and all over
Over and everywhere
On ward and all over
Over and everywhere
there are fields of gold
And there are stories told
And there are hero's bold
these are fields of gold, glistering
Shimmering views of yellow
These are fields of gold, these are fields of gold
Golden yellows, autumn leaves
There are fields of gold for me
There are field of plenty
Much more for me, there are field of gold
There are fields of gold to reap I'm told
These are fields of gold for me
The treasures are mind to mine
God has even given all things
As I stand in line to find
These things the field of gold for me
There are fields of gold for me
On ward and over
Over and everywhere
On ward and all over
There are fields of gold
1/21/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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She came to me
With the bouquet uv
Sprouting flowers
Fruits
glinting
glistering
screaming with bright
I in mine twisted
Reached for
the florescent
the nectarine
screaming with bright
And fled
Mine eccentric
Mine my went wild
mine flower
beams
mine nectarine
produces fruit
Mine literary
stops not
*she'z pregnant in other werdz ')
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.