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Energeia
Spaced energies from of God’s collective, galaxies;
Ingested forged energies created from;
I intangible, total pure energy;
Placed in an earthen vessel, I’m not of this planet;
Energeia
A little higher than the angels;
I know whose and who I am, I am able;
I am energy placed in a vessel
Mighty I am potency
Vitality vigorous life Energeia
Animation vivacity spirit
I am a spirit, I am a spirit, and I am spirit
I am spiritedness passions fire
I am effervescence exuberance power
Mighty I am potency
Energeia
I am living force, tensional force dynamism effervescence
Enthusiasm passion; Potency am a spark, I am light,
I am Power fuel I ignite I am strength, force, vitality vim, enthusiasm,
Dynamism, I am might, potency, stamina total dynamism,
I am a power spirit force vitality verve animation spark sparkle
In the image of Him, Elohim I am Energeia
5/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Circling thoughts true and imagined
comfortably sitting on the irrational
roping fear around feet and arms
without a spark
from lukewarm heart
to burn the stubble of lies
that gives body
to the wolf of inaction
stretching out mouth to a smiling pout
while the heart silently cries
and who will balm or answer its why:
words weren’t sent
tears left unanswered.
Lighter than smoke from a hidden fire
more like fragrance from ingested wine
mismatching the lying of the mouth
rising from a trembling heart
sadness wells up in the vacant eyes
and the tone of voice
that never lies.
First Place: Brian Strand-Any Form-2/8/19
First Place: Bob Carmack-Premiere II Open-2/8/19
Courtesy the mighty Amazon successful deliverance reported...
Regarding unexpected Gadshill gift
(as if delivered from Magi)
tamper proof wrapped,
thus an obligation goads me
to communicate following
trademarked™ poetically apt
reasonable rhyme capped
with feeble airborne attempt,
no matter arms waved futilely,
madly, and ridiculously flapped
fortunately I eluded being kidnapped
by men in white coats
spellbound and rapt
before arriving at 20965 Young Avenue
Bend, Oregon 97703-8461
without energy being zapped.
The abovementioned transmission to whit
hesitantly, yet immediately, wisely scuttled
cuz analogous to Icarus, a free spirit
ignoring Daedalus warning soaring
too close to the sun
earning stronger epithet than "you nit"
true to adolescent hubris,
the son blithely ignoring
his father as a hypocrite,
but honest to goodness truthfulness
of above line entails
caution and discretion I readily admit.
Just now, I sample
Navitas Organics blueberry
hemp power snack(s)
wondering how many chewy squares
yours truly needs to consume
before me noggin
goes wickety wickety wack,
but... just maybe amply ingested
cubed plant based superfood
could allow, enable and
provide me means to take flight,
whereby off gray carpeted tarmac
goes Matthew Scott Harris.
So best be on the lookout okey doke
for one nondescript buzzfeeding bloke
long haired pencil necked geek fella,
who juiced awoke
and suddenly found himself at Trader Joe's
(with a twenty dollar gift card)
among garden variety generic folk
such as special people spanning Costco calendar,
who sport and trumpet surnames such as
Dunning, Harris, McGeehan no joke,
yet amidst madding crowd there could be
spy versus spy donning dagger and cloak.
anyway hoop fully thee above laughter did evoke,
perhaps e'en yar own literary juices
I didst unwittingly stoke.
The young and naive question their fate,
expecting love, unprepared for hate.
Armored with lies, defending the truth,
a warrior lives inside each youth.
Scars and tattoos display anger's mark,
insipid badges—oft crude and stark.
When pain morphs into panic and fear,
Hope vanishes, replaced by a tear.
Memories store what feelings impart
deep within a troubled teenage heart.
A ramshackle look drains one of pride,
frightened inside, unable to hide.
Bodies of friends ingested by Night,
traced in chalk by a city of light.
Surviving the streets, your dreams erode
as nightmares travel that lonely road.
I could be quicker to apologize
and more deeply reconsider
healthy and safe restitution
restoration
restoring right relationship
restorying win/win potential
resolutions
To become more integrally confessional
when I have lacked transparency
hidden by invulnerable
chauvinistic silence
Fearing to offend
on matters not deeply mattering
to me
but almost certainly significant
to this one before me
and/or those beyond me
who do care
However selfishly
needing to be heard
respected
Wanting to have control
over healthy
safe possibilities
truthful
potentially beautiful
where they have invested
Even though I may see
and hear their outcomes,
smell
and taste these same yields
touched
and felt too win/lose
zero sum infested
congested,
too hungrily ingested
injected
I would be quicker to apologize
reconsidering healthy and safe restitution
restoring right relationships
restorying win/win
cooperative
more inclusive
open
vulnerable
and yet resiliently resonant
robustly forgiving
co-invested
EarthTribal
resolutions.
Particles of Dust
Dust floats through the rays
of sunlight in my window pain
Unsettling it just flies around
never landing on the ground
Metaphorically the message is clear
only suppressed in constant fear
If ingested you'll probably sneeze
or contract some horrific disease
Seemingly unharmful best beware
community airborne toxicity shared
Examples of a terrorist plot
chemical warfare graveside lots
Thinking too much on terrible things
like dust that floats on death wings
Life is all walls in built up defense
Made to fear through violence
So dusty as the air might be
It's always going to be in the air we breathe
Instead of thinking about it's effect
or the negativity in which to reflect
Try making it through just one day
then watch the dust clouds pass away...
in a moment that gave her a semblance of clarity
my Mom expressed without a shadow of doubt
at long last I am allowed to do and say as I want
it had been a very unhappy marriage
she had felt dominated and oppressed
but played her part in wilful collusion
dementia had robbed her off a functioning body
her mind was not even now a beautiful place
which it might have been had she made it to be
maybe the war was to blame for despair
the convention of until death do us part
partnership on an unequal playing field
I will throw myself into the cold river to perish
but before I drown I will stab you with a dagger
into your heart and draw blood and just retribution
darling remember that you are a champion
of swimming and therefore you will float
but it haunted Dad until his natural passing
why does she turn a knife in my soul to hurt me
have I not looked after her and gave her my love
there never was an ill-fated weight in our union
it is not your wife speaking but the illness
but he would not let go and therefore I told
of her sadness misery and utter dejection
how do you know she never said a single word of it
because she confided in me ever since I was a child
hid behind my rebellion and consulted me for support
I never knew whether it was the right thing
to speak because I don’t and he is now gone
maybe I owed it to Mom and he thanked me
looking back in sadness about her never having a voice
me the sounding board for her agony and contempt
I am not sure who suffered most from the switchblade
but self-laceration was never far from her skin
of course there have been happier memories
but I cannot brush over the darkness and anger
I love you with all my soul innocence and wisdom of age
ingested your love and felt comfort kindness compassion
but the pure thrust of a skean left an unforgettable mark
28th March 2021
Mother Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
There is a magic elixir
With secret healing powers
Throughout this big wide world
It is ingested every hour
This elixir is not costly
Is available for all and sundry
From every walk of life or culture
In both hot or cold countries
It calms the nerves and aids the sick
Gives comfort when lonely or afraid
Cheers the sad or unhappy souls
Helps keep troubles and woes at bay
Brings a sense of normality
When all has gone astray
Rationalises situations
To make it feel “Ok”
It can help relax in a social situation
Creating a connective atmosphere
Is cheered in celebration
Way back from yesteryear
It is available in various colours
Like black ,white, green
Can be weak, strong, bitter or sweet
Hot , cold or anywhere in between
You can consume it from many a vessel
It has many a different name
Enjoyed by both young and old
From its benefits all will gain
So ,wherever you are
Or whoever you may be
It’s time to pop the kettle on
“And have a cup of tea”!
"The Hummingbird Cake"
The day started bright -
Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against
Electric Blue
crackling along her lips
like Lightening
Sizzled on
her bitumen
her mind
winked at you...
Splits two
into one
not three
Taken slowly
deliberately
cake digested
swallowed like swallows
nibbling freely on air
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm
stairs to you she stares
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle
shaken and caste
on a playing board
pure white
not black
She,
Third person,
always Third person,
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the
words you have put on
and slowly worn warm
Revisits in her evening
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer
Blueberries and
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws
The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers,
reckless kisses and an unplanned
Storm;
A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread
In dreams while you watched
a movie in bed
Spoken to you
through
mind cerebral
not Reality read
Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips
that silently bled Red
Words
Meanings
Life
Read
Red
Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.
Australiana
Fed.
Sleep,
Bed.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI
"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU
"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics
We endeavor vigorously from dull dawn to dusk,
As we fly from bloom to sprout in quest of nectar,
Men stand to amass by swapping honey for bulk,
The hive will be mostly empty and left slightly ajar.
As per rhetoric, our stool can serve to treat cancer,
All ulcer forms respond finely to this therapy,
When ingested, it bears the body solid and denser,
Humans would not contrive osteoporosis misery.
We search the fertile soil at the crack of dawn,
As the visible sun's beams reveal raw floral life,
Fertilization is a side effect the same as a prawn,
The pollen grips our hairy legs, with no strife.
Men, however, are woeful with our free work,
But destroy our beehives to use honey and wax!
Our fiefs of bees are mostly massive and spark,
So we may glimpse the flowery grins and relax.
But people have utterly built microwave stations,
Working on the noble quest for sprouting nectar!
We drudge incredibly firm with little diversion,
And preserve our line going from our scepter.
Our hives are purely mangled by man, too,
And for syrup and paraffin wax, of course!
God who supplied bees in the grandest view,
Humans damage the ecology of the universe.
The clamoring bee has no time for sadness,
The mumble of bees is the garden voice,
Hear to bumblebees and follow their lead,
Some words are golden, and many are dread.
8th Place Contest winner
Written: May 25, 2022
Bee Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri