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Storyteller weaves his tales
throughout my mind and heart.
He alchemies my leaden days
into golden thoughts.
We soar above the shrinking earth
on word-filled wings at night,
glide on intellectual planes;
it’s Truth we seek to find.
Charting unknown territory
of heartlands, minds and brains,
we plumb the depths of mysteries
that rule cabbages and kings.
Like Capote penning portraits,
his stories glow so real.
Their 3-D essence touches me
in déjà vu surreal.
He’s captured me in tidy yarns,
with friendship for a knot.
Allowing him to nurture me,
he feeds my starving heart.
He takes me here, he whisks me there,
with legends of the fall.
But one place I can never trod
is deep inside his soul.
Between the fibers
of this page,
an ancient magic
has been laid
Pressing leaves
with mystical power,
and kissing the corners
to grow sunflowers
Cherish a word
a wish or rhyme,
making it grow
deep in your mind
Taking the letters
that are your divine,
weave them into
a master design
Make your own mold
and pour yourself in,
to not be yourself
is the greater of sins
Feel the earth
beneath your feet,
build your own kingdom
a heartlands retreat
With the gift of hands
you can shape a world,
and the only barrier
is what your mind holds
Sowing the seeds
you collected through life,
tend them with love
they will flourish with light
Dream with your heart
and ever be true,
the universe will gather
just to know you
After searching for faults
letting pride blind my eyes,
I stripped off all masks
to soar a blue sky
Now planting my seed
with love in my sight,
I wish it to flourish
a precious long life
Covering these pages
in tendrils sublime,
Thus binding loves magic
I send it through time
was a strolling through the heartlands
and you are in the foliage
Woodlands
When I thought of the woodlands
there are the trees never pining
Death shall never come to the maples
and the peonies never foresting
the burr oak brought such sorrow
Tomorrows
Much I marveled the thorn less butterfly bushes
Take thy grassland from out my heartfelt kisses
Woodlands
Tomorrows
Embracing much I marveled those grassy cypress trees
My mind always strays to hedgerows also surrounding me
I saw the forests by the grave
All those host of nest those insects they enslave
Well behaved
and the prairie never soiling
As the arboreal barberry bushes bowling
The woodland wetland waiting
An echo murmured back the word, 'rain-forest!'
Tomorrows
Woodlands
2/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
Loss fills the air
As people queue;
Death can speak
~~~~~~~~~
A common thread
Links us in gloom;
Mindful faces
~~~~~~~~~
Dry humid March
National mourning;
Heavy hearts
~~~~~~~~~
Gratitude speaks
Multi-racial tones;
Heat wave trials
~~~~~~~~~
Gun carriage cortège
Last journey route;
Crowds salute
~~~~~~~~~
Heavy rains fall
People brave downpour;
Final goodbyes
~~~~~~~~~
Public affection
Never seen before;
Singaporean grief
~~~~~~~~~
Six days of heatwave
Hellish hot and humid;
Seventh day torrent
~~~~~~~~~
What a great loss
A Singapore icon;
Stuff of legends
~~~~~~~~~
Old and young
All races here;
Braving the rain
~~~~~~~~~
Sea of faces
Shouting your name;
Astounding legacy
~~~~~~~~~
Mood of the moment
Loss feeds the strain;
Sky oozes tears
~~~~~~~~~
You cried for us in '65,
2015 we cry for you;
History shows
~~~~~~~~~
Huge debt owed
Our hearts know that;
Rainy salute squares
~~~~~~~~~
See the flags
The heartlands wave;
Broken hearts wail
~~~~~~~~~
History will write
We will remember;
Lasting legacy
~~~~~~~~~
Two names stand out:
Lee Kuan Yew lived
For Singapore
~~~~~~~~~
A people mourn,
In your passing;
We gel as one
~~~~~~~~~
Rest now in sure peace
Your work is done;
Singapore prospers
~~~~~~~~~
Sign a few words
Condolence Book filled;
Gratitude uplifts
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 March 2015
Singapore
And it will be served proudly
Shore to shore, long highways roam undignified
through heartlands of wounded fields, crying
overgrown long of factories closed,
unemployment, crime,
homes foreclosed on, lives given to dust,
coughed in past dreams now dissipating
along barren horizons, where prosperity
once flourished and visions found a future waiting,
not running to hide behind another’s idea
of the perfect way
When at last, a friendly sun finds its peak
and hope is reborn, replenished hearts reach,
hands held high, not open and low,
hanging in lines, creating excuses,
taking, taking, unearned…
Promises echo and are held, common words,
Thoughts spoken, not disguised for popularity,
Strong words spoken in truth,
to matter once again, to be a man, a woman,
a child, proud with bright eyes and a destination,
regardless of color, blinded by opportunities,
wondering why hate still screams, loudly,
from near left alleys it bellows, chanting victims,
confused, ignorance is confusing
A new day comes, people will matter,
living will mean something,
difficult days lie ahead, but few…
the greatness will shine, the country will prosper,
and the forgiving will unite,
accepting those who can’t, but will
and we will be great again,
and proud to be who we are
Still some will linger in the offices of old,
faded ceiling tiles and paneled walls,
buying the lies at three times the price,
drinking the tainted kool aid,
following those who would lead them to the edge,
jumping because they are told
and blaming it on another….
Noon today means lunch, not free,
nothing is free, but it will taste so sweet,
not the bitter aftertaste we have grown use to,
something to be enjoyed,
nourishment that has been needed,
desired, waited for,
and it will be served proudly…
to everyone