Long Lightness Poems
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When a wise person speaks, just listen
don't waste candles while the sun is shining
inspiration we seek is already within
Pondering complete stillness
blackness in the ears
Aloneness no longer eased worries.
Embedded into our stud essence
reasons are being sought
away from the awful silence
weary, thoughtful
eyes gaze into the calm reflection
stillness soothes mental turmoil
soul shores are bathed in peace.
Alone in quiet awareness,
all blunders are forgiven.
In pursuit of greater consciousness
to unravel the untied truth.
When outward turmoil has subsided
echoes fade into quiet
resound with harmony
melodies create a peaceful symphony
Into the deep, deep woods
marks, notches, and scars
so many rings
and connected vines
a ripple of silence
still not a rustle of trees,
skewed the sound of the wind
where it used to be warm and satiated
now there is only stillness.
Hush is a faithful mate who never betrays,
in an inexplicable lightness
reaching the desired goal at last
touching souls requires stillness.
Written: February 15, 2023
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Never Look On Trouble (Children's song)
(Music and lyrics by Joan Donnelly written 1982)
Verse 1:
If there's a song in your heart nothing can keep you apart
From love ,real love
If there's a tune in your ear, a lightness in your step- suddenly appears
Chorus:
Never look on trouble but always on the love that fills the air
It's everywhere, everywhere
Verse 2:
If you've a melody m all the world will see-you're wrapped in love, real love
If there's a rainbow in your eye, the clouds will -in confusion-roll on by
2nd Chorus:
Never look on trouble but catch a glimpse of love that fills the air
It's everywhere, everywhere.
Love is what's experienced when you sing a song
A song joyful and friendly,
Come on sing along
Never look on trouble but always on the love that fills the air
It's everywhere, It's everywhere, Everywhere.....(then whispered loudly) Love is everywhere!
I formed a pre-teen, all girl choir in the 80's. I called them Rainbow and they performed publically songs I'd composed. We had a lot of fun and I am still in touch with most of them
My feeling heart feels cryptic pain:
Words jerk and start to ooze again.
My body aches with turn of age:
Writes fail to rake the murky page.
My thinking mind plays like a fool:
Thus crazy finds net in sure pool.
My gaze is calm when all is said:
Verse lines ooze balm to one undead.
My primal need is beyond scope:
I look to feed as senses grope.
My simple quest can be so hard:
No time to rest for this old bard.
My way ahead a blurry mist:
Fear fashions dread to oomph a list.
My plot and play weaves thoughts cryptic:
I rhyme my say, sculpt verse mystic.
My time is brief and I must cite:
Both cheer and grief that fund my writes.
My passion play springs from sure zest:
My lightness strays to greet and bless.
Leon Enriquez
03 August 2014
Singapore
It keeps me coming it keeps me coming the environment surrounded by the darkness it keeps me flowing keeps me going my dark is not light
As 4 whose wrong myself
4 whose am I
I am breath energized
Light I shine effortlessly bright
I circumcised the darkness
Dark now light
So shine I bright
I stand in the darkness I am the lightness
Beneath the crevices are mine lessons
Surrounded by people covered in their own personal darkness am I the vessel so I shine
God N me cries joyous shouts mercies graces peace
So devine in Jesus mighty name so shine
Dark now light
So shine I bright
So darkness was
Alas my Father Our Father makes us LIGHT
Shine on so shine, shine, shine on now in Jesus name shine
As 4 whose wrong myself
4 whose am I
I am breath energized
Light I shine effortlessly bright
I circumcised the darkness
Dark now light
So shine I bright
So shine our light
So the darkness knows it not
9/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
She stroked his hand in passion and gave him life’s ultimate blessing
It’s time to go in love and peace she would miss his gentle caressing
Strokes of desire and passion from a wild sharp and emotional mind
His loins desire and poetry the spoon for her moon hot and entwined
It seemed an eternity since they first kissed and he gave her a peach
Gathered union sea shells and driftwood and built a hut on the beach
Tides had moved their Universe since heaven and haven joined together
Tickled their fancy lust and compassion and in turn she gave him a feather
Of lightness and light and they talked through memories and surrender
Now it had to be the final farewell from this journey of joy and splendour
Thank you and let’s not fall prey to gloom sadness but rather kindly rejoice
In those one thousand and more moments since we made that firm choice
Do you remember how everyone was against us and not gave us chance
Just a fling an illicit affair must be all about sex and mere flirtatious dance
But we stuck to each other like a butterfly courting a lavender blossom
Licked lips and skinfuls of perfume your hands on my quivering bosom
Read books together after you swam in my ocean under Turkish lights
Flew on magical carpets to ends and beginnings of daylight and nights
With glow worms and dolphins we mounted our kindness and destiny
in crescendo we climaxed on satin sheets in our fantasies breathlessly
The bedroom is now adorned with an IV drip stand and a catheter bag
You look haggard and worn out are so exhausted and wave the white flag
One more pull on the trigger and I honour your wish with one last shot
Syringe full of morphine full to the brim a promise when tying the knot
Farewell my Prince travel well for when you enter the kingdom beyond
I know you’ll wait for me patiently until in essence we realign that bond
Let us not talk any longer I shall simply hold you in my knowing embrace
Our infinity last forever anywhere anyhow and always in that new place
15th September 2020
I see a beautiful monarch butterfly
Gliding up in the backdrop of sky
Widespread wings caressed softly
By the sun and kissed by the wind
Arresting beauty of the universe
In the fleeting geometric pattern
Suspends me in numb awe
I see the complexity of life dialectics
Moving smoothly from one life form
To the other through reincarnation
Of one being passing through stages
So extremely distinct and separate
So uniquely uniform and wholesome
In one passionate attempt to reach
The perfection of lightness of being
Expressed in the pattern of wings
A tiny egg at the edge of a leaf
Of an orange milkweed hatches
Into a hungry caterpillar that is
Focused on eating and storing
Energy of leaves sun, and wind
Like solar panels equipped with
Tesla batteries absorbing sunrays
And converting them into energy
Of life then hanging itself on a branch
Upside down like crucified Peter
Slowly transforming into green
Magical shell that guards miracle
Of inexplicable transmutation
Happening inside steadfast cocoon
Where a caterpillar’s sleepy form
Mysteriously being transformed
Into a totally new living being
With one primary genetic ring
Holding the secret of life
Around which magical wings
Painted in arresting ornaments
Striking colors of stripes and rings
Butterfly emerges one morning
Out of the shell that she was confined
And flies into the blue open skies
Does it remember any of her past stages
Or each time she starts from the scratch
And sees this world in arresting awe
Over and over again as if she
Has never seen it before
Just like we do every time we are born?
THESE ARE OPEN(organic) VERSES using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretation unique to the moment
FIXTURES
pulses
of
latticed
fantasy
extraordinary
perspectives
allusions
in
reassuring
constructed
shadows
an
invisible
perpetual
niche
purpose
filled
with
grace
unquestioned
SERENITY
a silent
rhythm
a relaxing
ritual
the
solitude
uninterrupted
thoughts
instinctively
grasped
so
fragile
&
translucent
in
unspoken
rites
lightness
evolved
imperceptible
&
wistful
I walk through a dark and empty apartment and find that
Freedom is naked--for it takes a dose of loneliness to find oneself
to creep back into life
Through a lovely, temporal wait.
I ball my head through the rush of green and brown
For the first time of many first times, then I move
To relaxing muscles in my mirror, and, still,
freedom is naked.
There's nothing in a good blackness.
It wraps you between glinted, pale street-lights
and calls on a sick pain
For-the-washing-into-the-whiteness-of-day
The sick-hungry-whiteness-of-day.
And the blue is naked
Because freedom is naked.
It takes no trouble--no effort.
The darkness is the lightness
I walk through it on a Saturday night.
I feel and touch and try
but it takes no trouble--no effort
For freedom is naked.
Blissful emotional, physical, and spiritual state
(alternately titled Ataraxia)
No rhyme nor reason
explains ecstatic feeling woke
bright eyed and bushy tailed psyche
weight of the world
(think Atlas shrugged)
and/or mysterious Sisyphus
regarding former fate did unyoke,
while immense burden freed the latter
either one or 't'other analogy
allowed, enabled, and provided
unexpected reprieve, each reconnoitered
at convenient joint
rolled their own,
and took prolonged smoke
felt themselves as if in dreamland
hooping, pray née wishing
never to provoke...
stealing their lightness
of being with one thunderstroke
of wand, now think Voldemort
(Harry Potter nemesis), i.e.a mean bloke
exempli gratia re: "theft of death"
one whose path,
I would never fain
to cross, wha... iz zat
some kinda lame joke???
Nevertheless the two,
albeit fictitious gents
aforementioned larger
than life characters,
no no no... agents
provocateurs did espouse feeling
unbridled exuberance
communicated nonverbal
crystal clear subtle signals
to each the other regarding
most striking events
exceeding giddiness re:
measured in iambic accents,
than any costly expense
sieve sabbatical writing poetry,
especially Mephistophelean tense
chock full of suspense
romance, drama, comedy...
danse macabre no absence
spanning any genre
plus unfortunately saddled with immense
Earth shaking burdens without sense
and sensibility, hence...
analogous to this poem,
not worth two pence!
Early summer flowering deciduous shrubs,
And I among them came and went with
Philadelphus virginalis,
Their brightening solar ships.
Its natural tendency is to grow vase-shaped,
Clipping encourages the plant to fill out
And become dense, and in my final spring
It performed beautifully, flowering prolifically.
Mock orange is not a heavy feeder.
It loves sun and reads memories
On cactus leaves with sideways glares,
Though on an "established" plant,
One should prune out about one-third
Of the old growth (the trivialities of life's Agur),
Allowing the gloried lightness of day
To seize upon bright green leaves.