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Her coffin slowly drops into the ground,
the little group of mourners huddles there,
all standing pokerfaced, without a sound,
the vicar speaks his lines without a care...
I watch and gulp the frosty morning air.
Although I hadn't been there when she died,
my heart is breaking, overflowing grief;
it's been so many years now since she'd lied -
and yes, although our love had been so brief,
our feelings never died (that's my belief).
And as the rest depart, I stand alone
to wonder if she somehow knows I'm here.
My ear detects a sudden muffled moan -
has she been buried still alive? I fear,
or is she telling me: 'I know you're near'?
written 22nd July for Constance's Q contest - Death
Coming into My Own As a Poet
It hit me today, with a poem of great
beauty I wrote.
Assiduously avoided, naturally.
(As I had expected.)
And that's as fine, as fine can be!
It literally hit me over my head!
My plans are to not sell myself out
to two devils:
A Crown and the Cape of Popularity!
I don't want the rank and file following
me like lemmings!
Why? Go exploring and find the pearls
of non-bests here!
I dare you! I entreat you to read them.
I have no idea what happened to me
in writing that poem.
I just knew that a door opened and it
screamed at me..
"Panagiota,you made your own home"
The flooring is not made of comments!
But of the sturdy, unbreakable soul of
Panagiota, me!
I gave up theater of the absurd of
Being the Best of anything here.
I choose not to be best in anything
anymore...
Except in crafting my verse.
To be honest, too. I cannot compete
in any contests ,unless they are only
the written word.
Images and sound do not a great
poem make.
I do appreciate them greatly, be clear.
Thanks to the group who got me going
on this road....and all the new ones to
discover as I grow, so they find the
gleaming golden candle in their soul.
Thank you all and with love~
Panagiota, a new born poet
5/17/2019
111pm PST
So many people all together
Not an angry word can be heard
Everyone is getting along fine
But there are a few
They hate some group of innocent people
Feeling that they are right
They start screaming and fighting
Attacking anybody whom they consider lesser life
It could be race or religion
Maybe where they were born
Something just makes them worse than us
Makes their lives totally worthless
Most people do not hate
But it only takes a few assholes
Armed with guns and bombs
And too many are victims
Wounded and murdered in just mere moments
Massacre added to the list
And more families in grief
All because of unnecessary bigotry and hate
And we cannot say stop
© Poem – X/I/MMXXVI
LRET
I tranquility
I’m calm
I restfulness
I’m peace and quiet
Peacefulness I am
I quiet in quietude
I’m silence
I’m soundlessness a hush
I’m calm
In the calmness of the Lord
PEACE
Stillness still am I
Privateness seclusion in mine solitude
Isolation retirement
Freedom from interference
Mental calm in mind serenity.
I am at peace and forever be
in a larger sense, peace (or peacefulness) can alas I’m always in a state of harmony,
Quiet or calm
I’m in serenity
Peacefulness, tranquility
I’m calm
In the calmness of the Lord
My composure placidity placidness and at rest
I’m repose so at ease in comfort contentment In God’s security
Bliss
Joy
Nirvana, Hallelujah
Mixed in law and order
Peacefulness harmony
In harmoniousness accord Jesus concord
Amity I am amicableness in goodwill many friendship
Cordiality nonaggression and nonviolence
Respite
Lull
A ceremonial handshake or kiss exchanged during a service in some Churches symbolize I my Christian love and unity.
PEACE
That is not disturbed by anything at all,
I’m like a still pond with no ripples.
PEACE
I release myself of my emotions
I am not humanity judge nor jury
I am free
Freedom from dispute or dissension between individuals or groups
I agree and receive and believe in God’s grace and His glorious
PEACE
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
Peace is a time without any fights or wars.
law and order I speak and live order peacefulness
Peaceableness harmony harmoniousness accord with my brothers and sisters
Concord amity amicableness goodwill friendship even if you proclaim to be my enemy
Cordiality nonaggression nonviolence respite lull
I’m so peace now it’s borderline unbelievable
PEACE
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
Peace is in my life
In my minds world
I pour my heart out peace is mind and it can be yours?
This I receive it, speak it and I believe it…
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
1/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
January 7, 2020 Assignment
RUN BOY RUN
It runs in the family
green flashes
catch him before he’s free
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
penny warm glows
Marine morning glories,
yellow jacket...
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
Blazed wars and strife
Whose behind it
killer weed control
Just like Agent Orange
it runs in the family
Yellow flashes
cowardly runs
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
Wiggleys ™ Double Mint gum
Shoot first, die now
Die now colored child
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
21 gun salute
Blazen battle helm republic
What’s the matter with u?
An American carnival
Everything’s free vote for
Bernie Sanders
RUN BOY RUN
what's the matter wit me... gonna get ya...
9/17/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writers Group (NOW) assignment
*exercise from "Paint Chip Poetry"
Broken,
Dostoevsky's Idiot,
Scene with Pinocchio,
Hands and nose on dial of clock,
Mechanical toy,
Time is up,
Heart knock,
The blocks,
A toxic fog,
Like polonium and novichok,
Specters of scorpions and frogs,
London, Moscow, Lyon, Porto,
The show,
He is, for some, the antidote,
On arena in white cloth,
Born,
Human now,
By vineyard's blood,
The tree of the cross,
Freedom for puppets gobbled,
"CHVRCHES" group indie synth-pop,
Tuning fork,
For worthy communion,
Seven virtues like notes,
Cyrano de Bergerac nosy,
Only for the fire fox
With network,
Gladiator, red dragon,
Fall on the town,
Ask gobble the good Word,
Island foggy, dangerous,
Eve, teen, on auction of phantoms,
No ones, they make a puppet, toy, function,
Not, not, stop,
Else the wall of sand and stones don't stop the ocean,
Storm of albatross,
Waves in the form of dinosaurs,
Ark from wood of Sherwood forest,
Humans who cover only may float,
In green, blue, and yellow,
Natural bow with arrows,
Pinocchio transformed,
In outlaw,
And outlaw - in the voice of the Dove,
Against albatross and his owls,
Among comers,
Dance of John Precursor in mother's womb,
On Virgin's voice from bosom,
The choice of God Love,
On cordial strings for pure joy,
Threads of human tissues, fabric purified by the blood of the Lamb,
Eye of the needle gives the vision of glory,
The newcomer on the noble road,
Gears became asters and halos,
Blind cat and fox cannot see even by touch, like Herod and Iscariot,
Two cheeks only, the single crucifixion,
In hell almost - the Hope of Thomas the apostle,
Winter, fall, autumn, October,
Yellow became golden,
From paradise taken alive onyx,
Outside Herodias's daughter,
Fig tree with only leaves cloned,
In exterior court,
Without a heart, desolation of abomination in this woman,
Totalitarian fashion of this world,
Desert and wilderness with topless evil passions,
In war.
Fra Angelico Sermon on the Mount
Jesus and his tight knit group
the pristine sculptured scene
breathtaking and serene
a halo light surrounds the head
of keen ears leaning in
it’s as if the disciples have died
and gone to heaven to relive
this ultimate speech
robe’d in blue, red and pinks
yet there’s a disparity, a blot
Judas’ halo is black
he’s nothing more
than a crescent moon
to be blown off the mountain peak
be the absentee scourge
remembered no more
floored
to the basement of hell
O that each one a saint
bereft of sins’ chains
the silver in his grip
a shark in their midst
shamed, shamed
by the Lord in chains
who’d die for him
a lame duck
who’d not embrace
the words of God’s lips
as if they were life itself
2/4/2021
Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads
the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose
that train of thought a garden of delight
but the problems of tomorrow life will choose
I'll have made my decisions life to change
like those who swear off a habits lent
but when I awake the flesh will rule
and for its desire time will be spent
I can tie my shoes not even thinking
the customs of my fathers not forget
every path of life is set before us
but living without reasoning I'll regret
If I do not reflect upon all history
or upon the strand of life I live
I'm doomed to failure of its mystery
if attention to its standards I not give
But so embedded in my body its demands
that wars with my minds intelligence
though I know of carnalities commands
my will power will make light of its pretense
So only of my own needs will I seek
I'll not consider your life or your duress
for I only look upon the man in mirror
and of all its lies I'll not confess
My focus will be only what I can see
its mind not be shaped by what I do
for the spirit belonging to the carnal man
will never seek or rely upon what's true
I will flatter myself and you with praise
I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness
unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor
or to fill what is empty I'll not address
With assertions of the common beliefs invoke
for upon my peers I lavish jest
what's intricate has likely suffered broke
for this is why you'll never see my best
I plan to fill my life with pleasures song
for the universe cares not about my grave
there is no such thing as right or wrong
so with merriment I choose my road to pave
Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense
the struggle of its strife too hard to fight
I have no shield for all my lacks defense
in all of this I've failed my own insight
I will speak to you as though I really care
but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend
because of course all know life's not fair
like all actors only my role will I defend
So there you have it a nutshell
If I do any good at all I'll want its praise
for I have set to establish my own glory
and to be written on your memory my days
source 1Cor 2:14 , but read the whole chapter
Romans 10:3
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
I see more of them every day,
Vessels devoid of any beliefs of their own,
Compassion not listed on their cargo manifesto,
Empathy never having been loaded on these vessels,
That fly flags of convenience.
Their code of ethics determined by what they see as normal behaviour,
In the group at the time,
Be it good or bad,
No soul searching or due diligence attempted by these vessels,
That steer clear of other vessels that carry cargoes not sanctioned by
Majority view on the day.
I see more of them every day,
Empty vessels that sail wherever the winds of change care to take them,
Until the day they sail into port flying the wrong flag.
Who amongst us can say they never provided timber that was unsound,
Maps long outdated,
Or a compass that gives false bearings,
To the captains of these empty vessels,
That I see more of every day.
I swam inside the Mediterranean Sea.
In what would be my Glory Days, off Valencia’s coast,
I dipped my foot in freezing water;
withdrew it; then dipped it in again.
(I’d always had my own will even then,
just didn’t realize how strong it was).
Disappointingly, my one day to enjoy the sea was cold.
I still cannot recall if others from my group
ventured out there with me and stayed for long
although I remember a few of them were shivering
riding on the bus to go back home.
Oh, it was so very long ago!
Nor can I recollect the suit I wore
(I do know I was plump then;
"Gordita” the men called out to me).
The season - was it early spring or still the winter?
And what specific color claimed the sea that day
along my beloved Iberia’s splendid shore?
Of that afternoon, I remember only this:
Aimlessly I let my body float first in one direction,
then another; keeping my eyes always on land,
my body numb, accustomed to the freeze.
No one was around me; I drifted, sometimes nearly straying. . .
just I - all alone -
letting my whole self go. . . for maybe 40 minutes.
It was something I felt that I just had to do
so that years later, standing here today
(“Gordita” frozen deep inside me)
I can say that I swam in that mighty, ancient sea.