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the great bard and Elizabethan play wright
begetting complete dramaturgy
explaining fate hollowly airtight
succor starved, riddled smitten tattered
sir real body politik blight
under whelming enthusiasm
witnessed blank quarto copyright
more tragedy than comedy
visited mine biography to date
expressed as dearth
decayed delight
devoid absent audience
hip...hip...hooray
three chairs to excite
zero non-exhaustive effort
summoning stagecraft
imagining hardened
faced spectators
muted nonexistent ovation,
sans anticlimactic action
superfluous stage fright,
thus retrospective stance taken
billeted envisioned
anachronistic gunfight
signifying emotional crisis,
especially high anxiety
pained height
incorporating mine every birthday
newly aged since
LIX January
thirteenth orbitz insight
oppressive ominous gloomy glum
obscuring highland dale light
whereby substantial sole action
asper arrival of midnight
celestial curtain call enclosing
somber static theatrical night
hoop fully explaining deadening
copious heavy breathing
followed by extended lapses
of utter silence outright
spartan mise en scene
absent agit props
nsync with holographic thespians
staid theatrics displaying plight
uneventful sleepy representation quite
leaving entire cast
(singular char actor his shun
of myself) remaining
soporific steadfastly right
lee measure for measure
much ado about nothing
hermetically sealed, NON GMO
vacuum packed no sight
worth seeing on the twelfth night
starkly barren aimless
padlocked mortal soul asylum
no, not even Romeo and Juliet
love's labor's lost passion
a comedy of errors,
viz unbridled trothplight
mock king lear ring alls well that ends well
where me crushed psyche doth unite
with death vis a vis
as demise of Julius Caesar
et tu Brutus I in vite.
Why you taking all that energy and time
Being ungrateful pouty wasting all of your life
You hourly daily time disgusting unredeemable on making up lost time
Complaining sustaining in your sorrow in your brief lapses of unbelief
Miss spoken unspoken silently and loud you're disbelief
A wise man once said you may kill time but one day time's going to kill you
Revelations part sometimes hard but yet so true
Lord I ma stop mine confession find the right now confessing I'm praising I am in worship with you in my mind in my heart continually so second by second by minute by minute by hour by hour audibly and intangibly in my mind now that I praise you been made free, in Jesus Name always
Amen
9/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Children we all were once
little spinning centers of our own universes.
How they come on the wings of a prayer
in the throws of passion, or in lapses of judgment…
No matter, the gift of a child is the gift of a new start.
My son, “Ah the dreams I had for him.”
Yet, from day one he was his own man,
leery of the hard road, full of laughter
precocious beyond all measure
“Oh you’re so handsome and so smart.” I’d say
and he say, “And funny too Mommy!”
Always in the winners circle
with something unique and unusual making me proud.
Science projects on The Lost Continent of Atlantis
[proven by linguistic drift and the movement of tectonic plates!]
Wunderkind, he is…National Merritt Scholar,
White House and State Dept intern, now he works to help
raise up the workers of the third world..
Makes a Mother proud, he does.
No longer the center of my own world,
as I willingly wait for grandchildren...
Bamboo leaves
Speak to the wind;
Ancient murmurs
~~~~~~~~~
New day hurls fast
Hymn of birdsong;
Sunburst glare
~~~~~~~~~
Birthday moods
Moments parade;
Hawkish sights
~~~~~~~~~
Curious tourist
Digital memories;
Another picture
~~~~~~~~~
Silent sentinel
Watches over me;
Guardian angel
~~~~~~~~~
New air-con poise
Cool ambience streams;
Outside heart wave
~~~~~~~~~
Evening dark
Hungry baby birds;
Chattering instincts
~~~~~~~~~
Here by this beach
One solitary figure;
Early excursion
~~~~~~~~~
Shoreline at dawn
Sun beams dancing;
Bird wing moments
~~~~~~~~~
Transit trains
Crowded station;
Rush hour devotion
~~~~~~~~~
News flash
Another plane crash;
Aviation tragedy
~~~~~~~~~
Bay window view
Two black birds;
Morning choral
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku soliloquy
Speak to the dawn;
Dazzling skyline
~~~~~~~~~
Joy comes again
Melancholy lapses;
Mindful moments
~~~~~~~~~
Crowded spaces
So many faces;
Loneliness presides
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Leon Enriquez
24 May 2016
Singapore
It’s comforting to me to know
I always can depend
On something to replace whatever’s
Gotten to the end.
For each liquid soap or tissue box
Or butter, ketchup, bread,
There’s a new one waiting on the shelf
To take its place instead.
When growing up, what I’ve described
Was not the normal case.
If we squeezed out all the toothpaste,
There was none to take its place.
So I guarantee when my supplies
Are getting kind of low,
To the market or the pharmacy
Or stationer’s I’ll go.
We may repeat the lapses
Of our parents in their realm
Or correct what most annoyed us
When at last we’re at the helm.
I'm blissful with blest matured certainty!
Growing well is wondrous reality
I welcome with glowing serenity
As my steps are now ushered to this stage
Delightfully showing blest advantage.
I'm rejuvenated with transformation to fly!
Knowing signs of aging I can’t defy
My hair does agree and never deny
Though covered with dye so age-truth may hide
Memory lapses confirm mind has tried.
I'm transformed with advancement for God's name!
To grow old graciously is my heart’s aim
Embracing aging’s beauty without shame
Midst wrinkles are mirth-filled smile prevailing
While blurred eyes hinder not prayer-calling.
I'm jubilant with progress-triumph's delight!
Grateful to God for life’s grow*-go-glow height
I choose to grow old, doing what is right
Optimizing faith, love and kindness best
Sharing Christ’s goodness and peace to the rest.
*2Peter 3:18 But grow in grace, and in the knowledge of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. To him be glory both now and for ever. Amen.
May 5, 2023
Edited on June 26, 2023
2nd place, "Whatever happened to "Jordan'" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 7/15/2023 for the entry "Graciously Maturing Jordan."
Garland of fragrant buds in my neck,
Saffron-mixed sandal paste softly smells,
Upon chest cuddles heart-stealing love,
Heaven’s happiness here as if dwells.
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Translation (quatrain, anapaest meter) | 31.08.2025 | heaven, woman
Note: Here is a verse (in Rathoddhata meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). The poet lapses in imagination: A garland of fragrant buds is in neck, the saffron-mixed sandal paste on body, and she, who abducts your heart, hugs like a garland herself. Ah, it is as if heaven has descended down. Here is the transliteration:
Maalati shirasi jrmbhanot-mukhee
Chandanam vapushi kumkum-anvitam |
Vakshasi priyatamaa manoharaa
Svarga eva parishishta aagatah || 49 ||
Mending holes in time
Healing rifts in space
Moving always moving
Place to threatened place
Disasters averted
Mostly
Mistakes can prove
So very costly
Here an entity slips through
And is only just caught
Its unplanned birth
Could have brought to naught
Eons of planning
In that great scheme
Carefully monitored
From the Halls of Dreams
The Great Whales are moving
Singing as they glide
Through the Whole Cosmos
In their endless ride
Effortlessly waltzing
To the music of the spheres
Their eternal duets
So beautiful to hear
Concentration lapses
So very easy to make
In a nano second
A Catastrophic mistake
But the Watchers are watched
Gently eased back to plan
Observing observing observing
Through a duty span
Mending holes in time
Healing rifts in space
Moving always moving
Place to threatened place
Ah the schism, the gap...
the once electrically charged space that now,
seems to hold only hollowness
like a wicker effigy… before the offerings have been placed
before the lamb as been brought to slaughter.
The line between sanity and insanity blurrs
water on glass.
Laughter has never been a recourse
not for me…taunting a perpetual bridegroom
no release from sleepless nights but tears.
What soothes my "weary wrinkled soul"
naught but tears.
Hold back the anger the misused fuel of fools.
Waylay the rampant strands of kinder thoughts
feed the seedling of understanding
pity the blighted hearts.
There can be no groom for the withered crone
for time has come and wisdom was the choice
life the sparkling firmament has reclaimed
for your words ... your thoughts
have oft called to me at night.
With newspapers all read and dinner done,
I put out the lamp that shone like the moon,
And stretched into my bed hoping deep sleep.
Through open windows, stars began to peep,
And framed the nearby hills and darkened woods,
Which wondered, gazing from their altitudes:
‘Why should these fleeting mortals sleep when we
Keep watch all night across eternity?’
The thought amused me a lot like a child
And I felt like laughing aloud and wild.
I knew not when or how I fell to snore,
Nor how long, but awoke with sudden chills,
Hearing no sound, no shadow at the door;
The steady brightest star had set past hills,
The moon in stealth had tiptoed through the door,
Ashamed to look upon the bedroom floor.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana,
divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.