Long Lightening Poems
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When vultures cast sardonic smiles on his waning soul
Rehearsed their hisses for a feast of agony and epitaph
She gripped the moment and clawed her nails into his skin
Like pikes into a lover’s cross
A wake-up call struck the mind of the silent falling ghost
Whispered like a distant ceremonial angel in spiked disguise
Lit a scented candle and disavowed her festering claws
Scars turned into lightening stars
The wounds became too loose for manicured incisions
Thus he wound free from cynical talon’s lacerations
‘Keep the coffin with broken seals and rusty hinges’
Return to sender mailer demon unbeknown
26th May 2019
It was dusk and eerie, rain dripped from
Leaves that rustled in the trees
Of the nearby woods, each shadow cast
A reminder that danger lurked about!
A shrill scream cut through the darkness,
Bringing with it fear and dread,
A certain warning, that murder was the mood!
A fox sneaked back into its hole,
As a snake slithered in after it and the
Rain turned into a torrential downfall
Lightening was the only form of light
In this frightening scenario, the thunder
Boomed forth, as the storm came nearer
And nearer, until another scream was heard!
The storm abated and stopped and the
Moon lit up the sky as did the many stars!
It was the 20th March, and the Pagans were
Celebrating the Spring Equinox, so they
Danced around a fire, reason, ritual fertility rites
The vampires were also aware of this festival,
Hiding, Drooling, and fiercely hungry !
Their sharp dirty teeth glinting in the midnight
Moonlight, their filthy rags already soaked
In blood as they had snacked on latecomers.
The pagans unaware of their pending plight
Screeched and screamed, as the vampires
Fell upon them chaos ruled, as they drained
Their blood, leaving them dead, and shriveled.
Overfed, they forgot that dawn was nigh,
The sun now showing, the vampires scampered
Away, like cockroaches hiding their ugly bloody faces
From the sudden sunlight engulfing them, but their greedy
Feast resulted in karma for these haunting, daunting
Monsters, then came the werewolves and finished off the
Skeletal Leftovers! Don’t visit the woods on the 1st May!
He enters, she feels the tension, the heat,
Knowing eventually thier bodies must meet.
Both hearts start pumping,
Desire builds you can almost hear it thumping..
Both know that soon there will be no more waiting,
Closer comes the explosion from mating.
Her hands, her body tingles as he moves near,
the thunder rolls and the lightening bolts appear,
His body hard, rigid, blood running hot
An intense storm growing in this very spot,
Her eyes gathering lustful clouds, her body giving off sparks
With hearts racing, thier bodies melting, heat keeps building til finally electicity arcs.
The explosion is swift almost bitter sweet,
Toes curling on both thier feet,
A kaleidoscope of color so immense.
Burden and stress no longer intense
Laying spent with chests heaving
Niether one looking forward to leaving
Comprehending only what thier bodies are feeling
While passion and lust covers what they dont want revealing
The Winter Hours
Cold is not my friend.
It loves me,
but it is not…
a mutual affair.
Slowly, artfully, cruelly,
my joints begin to freeze up.
They ache in the morning.
They are soar in the afternoon.
They are painful later on.
Yet the pleasure of the snow,
the soft clouds,
the holidays,
they are worth,
some discomfort.
They are worth,
things not being perfect.
In favor of all that is gained,
by their sheer lack of imperfection.
The hope of our tomorrows,
is far shorter than expressed.
Seasons, come and go…
Most without notice,
unless you plant and harvest.
How many winters are left?
How many springs are forth coming?
Will summer ever be here?
The sky warns the animals,
of dark intentions ahead.
Not out of kindness,
but natural example.
Lightening,
rain and more,
soon to follow,
before the days…
are ever long again!
short circuited and
the fuse of purpose keeps tripping
high voltage boredom
on auto pilot in slow motion
the roundabout is not a funny circus
currents alternate
directly challenge
polar opposition in contradiction of truth
‘it’s a beautiful day and you are in it’
thunder clouds bolt hail and torment
for no reason at all
five layers of clothes just to keep warm
a frosted swamp submerges reason
because it can and it will
webs of confusion crushes through ice
as if waiting for landslides and mud
so much is clear
lightening emboldens the scene
as water colours bleach the canvas
pierce through fabric dreams and anticipation
thin skinned the jester keeps smiling
an empty façade persona and mask
reaches out as a poet who writes
with frosted nib and inked consternation
lost for words founded in screamed silence
like her own meta-morphed metaphor
muck seems like a euphemism
warmed up in a microwave of sorrow
maybe she will walk to the beach today
watch breakers and tides
gather a sea shell
listen to what can be heard
when all else is quiet
24th January 2023
Resurrection
Rise above the swirling waters dark recess.
Rise from deep within the water’s pounding press.
Slowly rise above the centered womb
While tossed by storms
And spun by icy currents;
Break through the surface tension
Inch slowly, with measured rhythm
Through black, to blue to aqua light
And reach with tiny, outstretched, fingers
To the warm, the ever lightening sun of life –
Magnetic, gentle beacon
Of the ascending dawn.
Come! Lift above the surface swell
Escape the tight, restraining bonds;
Climb above the grasping waves;
Rise above the streams of earth
To hear the calling sun
Sing enchanting melody while deep within nativity
A tiny heart responds in love to love;
Quietly slip into the air
Before the waters know you escape
To softly hum in harmony;
Seed of winter
Transcend the wondrous scenes of trees and sky
Of aspen, jay, of color – freedom’s hue -
But do not linger in this finite place,
Stretch for light more bright,
More distant, than this enchanted palace
To soar above the envious bonds of earth
Running free before the channels of the air.
Still higher fly! Lighter –
Seeking oneness with the soaring song
Heard within the waters surging depths;
Rise into the space where torrents gather
Into spiraling circles.
So cold this dwelling,
So cold their breath,
So cold their hands,
So like the blackness of the waters.
Gone the light! Gone the love to love!
The softly singing cradle song vanishes!
Listen. Listen to the murmuring winds
Lay their hands upon the turbulence
Within the stormy crucible.
Be still now. Wait –
Wait among these misty clouds
To bear the signature rewritten
Here in metamorphosis
And singing full the melody, so distantly heard
Deep within the water womb,
See the whiteness – crystalline –
Unique and set apart from commonality,
Released from clouds of swirling storms
Spinning on the whispering breath of morning
To softly fall so light and breathless,
Flower of the winter rose
Through which the sun reflects a sparkling dawn
That drew the birthright from the water’s frozen energy
To rise again,
To ever sing creation’s primal round.
ON THE BREAK OF A NEW DAWN
In the still of night we contemplate the dawn of a day
when we shall be free of the mind games shadowing
liberation sustained by generations whose lives were
put on hold: lives often ending in holes.
The chiming moments of the shades of night strike nerves
playing blues/jazz/gospels awakening dormant minds
to the un-televised revolution whose seeds were sown
in the youth of fertile convoluted brain matter.
Each stilled night, in its season, generates new revelations
revealing the I am because they are the steady black bridges
spanning over the paths that with blood had been watered…
Steady black bridges over which we have crossed over on.
Yet, despite the toils and tribulations of these ancestor
travelers, we’ve forgotten the blood debt to be paid.
Now is the time to let Jordan Roll like the rolling thunder
that follows the flashing lightening! Now is the time
to grasp the baton the torch bearers have passed on to us;
and pursue the dream’s vision to the reality that must be.
The fathers and mothers who have gone before us, must
not wallow in sunken graves of disappointment.
Indeed the ball is now in our court and now is the time.
Let us lay up new legacies for those in the darkness of wombs;
let us lay up new legacies that they may follow the light
of a new day…dawning with the power of the Lion of Judah!
Now is the time; yesterday is gone and tomorrow is too late.
Now is the time: People get ready…there’s a train a’coming…
As the parched earth sighed
Mother nature orchestrated
The grandest show on earth
Thunder rolled on invisible drums
Cymbals of lightening clapped
As dancing raindrops lined up
To cool down the heat of the sun
Curtains of dark clouds parted
As dancing raindrops twirled
And descended unfurled
Smoothing out the rumpled leaves
Sliding down window panes
Smoothing out those heated frowns
Dancing raindrops whirling into town
A raindrop catching it’s breath
Sitting on a blooming flower
Sparkling in the twilight hour
Raindrops hurdled together
In little muddy pools children
Splashing laughter so cool
Catching silent raindrops in
Little hands with little help
From the wind reeling out
Raindrops from a giant spool!
18.6.24 ( FIRST PLACE)
SUNSHINE SMILES By James Edward Lee Sr.
When the tumults of pressures
Tornado reactions
God's got the problem solved in the darkness
Sunshine smiles
When the clouds group together
And there's no way around
God's got the problem solved in the darkness
Sunshine smiles
Toonami relationships, spun around encapsulating
Destroying and employing gravity falling earthquates
And when the perils and gloom hangs down and on
God's got the problem solved in the darkness
Sunshine smiles
Lightening ever so freitening
we only invite the light of God and He's calling
When the storms of darkness life got you covered
Pitch blackness holds you within it's grips
Become one with the light get out of denial, let
God's got the problem solved in the darkness
Sunshine smiles
12/05/17
Tribute dedication verse to Poetess "Sunshine Smile"
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
It's good to celebrate
Or may be not
Our tale's effect brought
How on campus, we acclimate
I remember her, the smile and rapport
In memory of what activity do and did
How grades' influence was so candid
In memory shall live evermore
Heartbroken is of no factual cure
But fighting back is a grace, for sure
That failure is not a one-way track
Tightening focus' stigma a hunchback
Never again, after SPED I did swear
Will other worlds be proved unfair
Up the same part in pursuit wandered
Focus and fighting back, longer pondered
Though distraction may lament the two
Maturity and experience will come so true
Little will it ever come to really last
In time, the dance, the stumble of mindache past
The treasured past time was unkind
It left wall, well, and wish deep behind
Moving on fuels the weather's heart desires
To cope with each passing changes' fires
Your signature has been smartly found
Amidst the quests of the severe ground
Older but you are wiser by the day
Rough-smooth tides, yet you turn each your way
Happy birthday to the troubled peace
The ease of craving unrelentingly, masterpiece
Growing from the day's raining cloud
And the dim lightening tearing the thunder so loud
In the life and dream you sought
Live gracefully the way mercy ought
Time wanders interestingly with no grin
Your dream(s) fade sure not in aged skin
To you whose care is no ghost
Thy warm spirit, I forever toast
Grow old with love and sweet fun
Counting blessings through graceful luck you won
KEEP LIVING...