Long Human Poems
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The light
is not its own, but
caught and passed on
to comfort a darkened world.
It inhabits the lonely places
and where absence
has gone unhealed,
becoming a summoner
of dreams and visions
as if seeking a form
to manifest something
of itself in the apparitions
wandering human sleep,
or in a memory
that gently brushes
the mind when still,
or drifting far away,
as the image
of a mother's cooling hand
caressing a child’s
fevered brow, or
comes upon the senses
like a breath
in the soft sweep of hair
across the lips
of a summers evening,
when love, for a moment,
has the power to make
the soul believe
it is not alone.
And there too in a song
surfacing in a few haunting notes
that sets a longing loose
to hear it all.
RACE
Bolt is not who I am
I run but I will not ran
What am I writing about
I am race
And I run this race
I'm in this space
Running to this place
I belong to this human race
I run this race
Bolt even though he's won
One, running this race
Can see the veins in his face
Lightening fast eyes collapses
Just a blur a flash to the winner
I'm in this space
Running to this place
I belong to this human race
I run this race
All humans are apart of this
Running to this place
Belongs to this human race
So I run and I stand for different colors
Yet I walk, no run from others
We run from our self when we're hysteria
Come quick we run from Mother Africa
I am race
And I run this race
I'm in this space
Running to this place
I belong to this human race
I run this, I am this...
RACE
12/0717
by james Edward lee sr.
We are each a spring of therapeutic kindness
and pathological unkindness
emerging from and toward a rising river of time,
flowing down deep through universal oceanic absorption,
ebbing back upriver's EarthBound regeneration
back through time
leaping to confluently touch healthy integrity
if only for a timeless golden moment
Rapturous waterfall of time's compassion
sweeping back and forth
across Earth's ecoconscious eyes,
radiantly elational
swirling smiling joy
in love enjoying OtherPresence
CoPresent.
Kind and unkind communications
among collegial parasitic ecotherapists
often unequal in power over potential futures,
produce both generosity and stinginess of empathy
Which responses ego-consciousness invites
as appropriately proportional
are transactions between mutual time-flow mentors
of gratitude and unforegiveness.
River's Way,
paying love surging forward
and fear ebbing backward,
co-invests our human natured
Business as Fluidly Usual
Water's EarthConscious Way
always prefers co-gravitating
polycultural therapy,
rather than swamps of decay
seeping monoculture's stinky toxins,
ebbing lack of flowing love
as healthy nature's
effulgent spirit spring.
Hoof beats...palpitate and pound,
A sudden rush...rapidly...rushes by.
Leaving overturned leaves in a swirling...whirl.
Pursuers...persistently follow the tainted...trail.
A Magnesian...mare crosses his mind,
A debt of dreadful...death woefully bestowed.
Death...the debt to breed on forbidden lands.
Centaurus relentlessly...races his hurtles.
Leaving his luscious...love behind.
He’s a Chiron...Centaur at heart,
A masculine...defined...toned...torso,
Merged at the waist of a horse wither,
Where a horse's neck should...solely be.
Being chased for besetting and breeding,
A pallid moon illuminates a fast paced night.
With a timid...terrified look over his shoulder,
A fearless heart...fears the approaching masses.
He not only reaches the edge of Magnesia,
But the edge of a cavernous...cliff.
Caught...trapped...lodged between two natures
(Half-human...Half-animal)
(His hunters...the bottomless cliff)
Thoughts race his mind...mixed reflections.
Flooded by a montage of frolicking memories.
Of a bond not meant to be...destined to not exist.
A desperate attempt to fight extinction,
To successfully mate with a Magnesian mare.
He searches his soul for strength and with his
muscular arms he quickly unsheathes his weapon,
Raising his Chiron...steel sword in cold...defense.
A fatigued heart...a fierce...fight ensues without fear.
Ferociously...fighting to the death paying his debt.
A Chiron heart slain by a legion of Lapithaeian hate,
For a sole attempt to live...to simply breed again,
On the forbidden lands of Mount Pelion,
He faced...fate with its’ risks of death,
Under a Thessalien sky...illuminated by a pallid moon.
For the one beckoning notion called love.
So there she is, a park bench crone, mother of the listless,
the passing-by;
head bowed, caught between dark and light I sense her
yet.
There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch,
at peace despite the incontinence of an unlooked for
wisdom.
And there I am,
of a sudden snagged by her knurled spell
as if she were the Virgin Mary, and I
a stumbling beast wandering through her stable.
“Look at the sky.” She wheezes
not looking upon me.
It is hard to hold up my cripple-necked creature,
to force my knotted spirit to blunder
up into the muddy air;
low clouds press shut, pewter trap doors
forming a sunken roof.
I want to keep my silence
let only my hot breath snort through stupefied nostrils
but there, on her creaky bench a crone radiates,
as a young girl would
holding her newborn joyfully up to the heavens.
I surface, my mood rocketing upwards
to a roofless place where the ages, are all still babes
rocking in a shining crib.
Shoulders back and head high I stroll past her.
“Good morrow mother,” I say with a light-head
(the archaic phrase seems appropriate, as if now
were already tomorrow).
“Good morrow good beast, will you witness”?
“I shall wise crone,” I reply,
“for am I not almost an angel, part conjurer,
part diviner, part beatific daemon,
a human thing, growing to be ever ageless.”
Together we both laugh out loud again
as children may do.
My eyes are open,
My long sleep is over,
I know whose side I stand by.
I see where my loyalty lies,
My voice will not falter,
As I take a stand.
I know there is a price to pay,
That some I may have to leave behind,
Going ahead instead with those I may not like,
Who have been chosen by a higher authority.
Another walks in front to pave the way,
To a place I know not,
How long the journey will take,
Or how many wrong turns I will take, I know not.
Yet my eyes are open,
My heart is committed,
To the part I must play,
And the pain I have yet to suffer.
To be confused is human,
Yet to turn away from the light,
For fear of temporary blindness,
May only serve to make it a permanent state.
Jelly roll
Watch em fall
Sadness of a lost season
No time to reach out and touch a life or a song
Jelly roll
Theres so much a child in you
Things we talk about appear nothing extreme
But although my mind always wants it all
A hang glide in the sky won't happen today
Ill tell you what I hate
You can show me what you...like
There's no other way it can go.. jelly roll
Each day every step
Each day every step
Every step is another Feeling away from paradise
Away from the strongest human desire
Its not chocolate
Not caffeine or cigarettes nor booze
The talent that you sling
Its the kindness of your lips
The unknown treated like king
The wrestle of your hips
The Van morrison thing
melody loops in my mind..... in my brain
She got ...something
about Blue Money and Tupelo Honey
The likened matters
of the magic in music
Songs for sunshine songs for rain People were kids
Chains replaced Innocence reines
Make them young
The cowards and bastards
Make their desperate shadows
Disappear
A room in heaven
A white silver bed
A cherry gold carpet
Windows of perceptive
Air as thick as steel
My love a crush
On my Jelly roll
Night's silent shadows softly fall
from moonlight's muted, mellow glow,
that shroud the land with sunless shawls
on cold ground glazed with glinting snow.
Tree branches, seen with broader breadths
by shadows that bestow their form,
splayed stark atop the snowy depths;
by wind, they swirl like snaky swarms.
Small bushes sway between the trees
to shadow snow like ghastly ghosts
that dance deceptively to tease
and harrow wary human hosts.
Pure, peaceful pageantry at night;
such lovely landscapes, to be viewed.
But, sometimes shadows strain our sight-
with varied visions misconstrued.
March 27, 2018
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon
Mile 6 Poetry Contest
What an adoration it is
To receive a gift
Of victory
Of an entity only i created
In an old misery
Believing
That only I can bring
What i seek
And achieve in controversies
Where at times i felt weak
Quit
Could I
I asked
But then it was only until then I open my eyes to only realize
The lies made needed to succeed in strives
Was only a controversy that I
Let in
Maturing from the immaturity
No more
This energy in me that's arose
To soar
In what i look for
A door
Of which I'm grateful to explore
The new beginnings i hoped for
Acceptance of not what i am
But of what I can
Motivation and guidance
To guide
In what's right
Breathe in my own prosperity and defeat
Not looking back at what was
No love
No trust
Only lust unwanted in the one's i loved
But upon it all
I stand tall
Strong and ready to take on
What I have not yet saw
In person
Cuz my heart knows where i belong
At ease
In peace
Actions that only i demand and understand
That only i can command in direction i have set plan
Because in this human
Failure has no hand
I have been able to withstand
The curses that followed me in which i ran
And here i am
Blending
In what i thought could never be
An entity of victory
The Abyss In Loving Someone
Falling in love with the darkest abyss of someone's soul,
Finding their ugliest, darkest part of them.
Rounding up the demons that lurk around inside of them,
The deep darkest abyss of their souls' sea.
Then when no one is watching,
You get down to the deep level of their souls.
And then there you'll feel as though,
You've seen and felt their hell.
When you get that deep inside someone:
You'll find that;
You'll need to love the hell out of that one person.
Or if you've to fall in love, for that one's light,
Before having to stand alone in the darkness of them?
Then you'll be loving those people,
On top of the surface, they show you.
But that isn't real:
It's lusts of their flesh.
Where the eyes of a human had opened:
From the temptations that were born;
By dark forces and were ashamed.
And that's the devil's playground,
Wanting you to bite from it's forbidden.
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out of 100. Sept. 22, 2020