Long Liquefy Poems
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While the dislodged pain flows on tear
I stand in the raging river,
dragging sands of grief in wafer
that seems to not lie still ever,
raked from river bed like sliver
of broken heart when it quivers.
Shards of your ache I discover
in crumbled wings of bird that you’re,
the silent moan in air I hear,
its nest wrecked by storm surge severe.
In the desert wind blowing dry
on your pallid face I descry
mist of sorrow clouding your eye.
Though with frozen feeling you’d try
so hard, but you couldn’t stop to cry.
As dark clouds start to liquefy
like the thunder struck stormy sky,
your chilled eyes melt, you don’t know why,
it forms river that flows me by,
for me to swim or drown to die.
I float on gloomy river’s flow,
flooding the banks of your sorrow.
Its source in your heart I follow,
destination I’d never know,
for it doesn’t fill my chest hollow.
Up in silk sky my hands I throw,
I could touch my designed rainbow,
but across the submerged plateau
I couldn’t reach you, hold your hands though
you drench my lone dry land fallow.
In lush garden I make for me
luster of joy drips from the tree,
while in unfurled flowers I see
nectar sucked by longing called bee.
We walk flushed path of fantasy,
draped in the scent of ecstasy.
Flood of strife comes in night stormy,
dreams woven in mind’s tapestry
break to lie in heap of debris,
in the surge I float away free.
See your caving banks disappear,
nothing is left then to endear.
Let river return to your eye,
lost dreams fly back as butterfly
to my garden in sunrise glow,
and at dawn start life’s nascent show.
As clouds of torment drift and flee
breeze whispers bygone memory.
In spring love will bloom in your heart,
like dew it’ll shine when I depart.
(As per the original requirement I have used 8 syllables in each line,
checked on howmanysyllables.com)
October 28, 2019
Contest : LUDix-Rym
Sponsor : Lu Loo
You run like hell just to wear
yourself out
Keep up while falling flat
Tired, constantly tired, never
enough sleep in a day
Shut your brain down, liquefy
your thoughts, keep your
mouth shut while keeping
it open
Your run like hell in circles
around the room
Keeping up while spinning down
Tired, constantly tired, never
enough time in a day
Shut your system down, liquefy
your life, keep your
brain dead while keeping
it alive
Your run like hell, pretending to
be alive
Keeping up with others falling down
Tired, constantly tired, never a
new moment in the day
Shut down your life, shut
down your soul, keep
your eyes open while
hoping to keep them shut
The languishing life with future tentative in tormenting time,
writhes in its crushing clutch of stifling suffering,
the bearing of the being breaks and bleeds in pining pain,
finds the stretch of no solacing arms to dedicatedly grasp.
As the boat wrecks in the tempest of toiling agony,
the marooned mariner seeks shelter in the shore not in sight,
someone from within tells him to be detached and see
palliative hope rise like the sun after the miserable night.
When the dark dungeon of the inflicted mortal suffering
gets filled with melancholic miasma of desolate despair,
it needs to be lighted with the candle of unfaultering faith,
illumined incessantly by the generous grace of God.
As in the encompassing inner emptiness of ethereal solitude,
the essence of awareness unfurls the petals of the lotus soul,
the template of tranquility begins to liquefy and pour
in the morphed mind as the soothing shower of bliss.
Under the new acuity sky emerging from the gloom of grey,
in the garden of piety blooms the essence of consciousness,
where within divine air in the perceptive devotion flight,
the servile spirit set free from the ailing body soars high.
Remember when each of the tastes
bitter, sweet, sour, salty and umani,
had their own special place on your tongue?
When you could lick and flick a tongue tip
to savor one by one,
each titillating and tantalizing tidbit,
and avoid the bitter, sour and salty,
in the hors d'oeuvre samples and starters?
But turns out all the taste buds
of different types are a mishmash,
spread all over the palette
like mixed berry jam jelly on toast.
So blitz the blender,
pulse, pulse, pulse the mush to liquefy,
to make your next bender meld,
to an homogeneous amorphous blend,
a potpourri punch
fit for a sourpuss.
I stand in the raging river in flood,
brown water flushes the sand grains
that seem like the cells of dry blood.
I feel the pangs of your hidden pains
when your broken heart bleeds pale,
hear the moan of the wounded bird
the nest ravaged by the summer gale.
Vaporized sorrow makes eyes blurred,
I see in the distant niche of your face
the frozen eyes melt uncontrolled
like snow crystals under the sun’s rays.
The eyes strained red and anguished
liquefy in tear as a river in flood brown
for me to swim away or to drown.
I stand in the raging river in flood,
the water compresses my chest a lot,
doesn’t touch my heart of cold blood.
The gloomy water throttles my throat,
I don’t stretch my hands to reach you
for I live my own life, I needed to float.
Have I let my inflated mind to brew
an ego nesting hollow negligence in rot
or weave motive of conscious rejection?
Have you sunk your mind in the thought
of groundless and fragile expectation?
Hope doesn’t float on a flooded river
sympathy doesn’t know how to swim,
you don’t grasp the idea called life ever.
I step out of the river, your melted dream,
I wait in patience for the right time to start
to make the river flow back to your eyes.
Let it gather shards of your broken heart,
let pieces of sunk dream from depth rise,
let the river lay fertile silt on the wasteland
spread the seeds of green hope all over.
Saplings would sprout in the desert sand
your mind would turn into a valley of flower.
Love would again blossom in your heart
I would leave my dream with you and depart.
November 12, 2017.
Contest : Choose a Topic.
Topic : Hope.
It's there I sat, in a shower of spray.
In that of warmth as the shower sprays.
In that of heart as the water fills the part.
Deep in my mind the water runs broad.
But there in soul, you liquefy my thoughts.
As you run like water through heart and soul.
As a warmth of water, you cover each drop that falls.
It is there to which you are a shower of love.
As I have found myself showered with love.
With that of comfort and soothing warmth.
You have changed my temp, to luke warm.
It's being next to you to which I melt.
As the water falls from my heart at melt.
It is there behind the curtains to which you don't see.
That of the nakedness to which has brought me to this scene.
That of a love divine to which reins in my heart and time.
As there's nothing but just thoughts of you, showering my mind.
As each thought of you seems lonelier, as the water wash down the drain.
It's there to which is my loneliest when I sat alone.
Thats there's nothing but you in thought as I remember what we shared.
With that of love and happiness and companionship we compare.
But it is that of emptiness and distance to which I cry.
As your love, I have found none to which compares.
To the feeling I felt when you showered me with your love.
With that of your heart you care but that of your words that cut down deep.
As you said you cared and would never part.
But now, there's distance and us far apart.
As I have found myself sitting here feeling that of no love.
As it is just me as my tears wash away that of old love.
But iit is that of a showering love.
To which has brought me crying out for love.
As you have caused my heart to shower in tears of love.
As with you, I have found that of a showering love.
And that was having you and the warmth of your love.
Prepossessing pair liquefy as a still river’s exquisite glaze ~
An undercurrent ripples in the lazy meander to ply compliance
Yellow tones of twilight seep slowly, warming a cold demeanor
These two play in crepuscular light, ensconced in downy fur
Wearing black and white, is moonlit night,
only half-lit, as unfolding dawn's fawn, denigrates the dark...
Proportionate seconds rake nails in a rhythmic clickety-click
Long strokes make feasible winged flight, high with the half-moon:
a cogent straight-cut through a curve of semi-shiny symmetry
Yielding to heat, dews exuberant, deluge chilled lungs and fog river’s gaze ~
(2/4/2021 - '05 Fountain Fever 29; Rancho Cordova)
Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.
Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs.
Freshly budding peonies liquefy;
Veils thin, evaporating the delusion of reality.
Why must I mould to the edges at your bidding,
Contort to the point of my own dysfunction?
For such fleeting worship, this devastation lingers -
Devours and disconnects my inner workings.
I lie highlighted in shadow, a beacon of quiet distress;
A dislodged scapula desperate to be labelled angelic.
Grounded, wingless, and forever out of time -
Wearing the last face you cared for as a comforter.
Neon venom warming twisted arteries,
Sinister patches stitched upon a breaking back.
A narcissist's crown digging into my head
Like rusted nails plunged into worm-infested wood—
Permanent disconnection, frayed cerebral cortex.
Blurred vision obscures insidious figures hiding in hushed corners,
Whispering in Babylonian tongue. Hallucinatory illusions haunt
What was a once-pristine sanctuary,
Now morphing into a surrealistic asylum.
Revelation exists above shadow in temporal machination,
I'm consciousness not yet swept up with sand;
Closed eyes cleanse my corneas - I rest in a balm of clarity.
Your power superficial, a cankerous cataract peeled clean off.
It is you who is bereft, washed up with the shell you created.
All the walls of your empty room fallen flat,
As I unfurl in the mirror beyond the shoreline,
I realise - it was never me you couldn't stomach.
You’re the dawn of despair and gloominess
You’re the sunset that discards my gladness
You deceived me…you made me trek the road of calamity
You grieve for me…you yearn for my sympathy… but I overlook your pity
Horror strikes me, scorching away my destiny
My confidence has slowly departed from me…so what should I do?
Terror swallows me alive, now I’m begging to flee!
My self-reliance has disregarded and fled from thee…now I’m crammed with woe
Digest the emptiness that I feel deep inside
Heed to what I’m about to announce to you…
Digest the affliction that I brushed aside
Hear what I’m about to warn you about…it’s all true
You deserted me…melt the isolation that has filled us with woe
You brainwashed me…you tarnished my bliss
You captivated me…now I have nowhere to go
You terrorized me…you singed up my happiness
You’re the dawn of anguish and shame
You’re the midnight stars that burn with fame
You betrayed me…you made me cut down my garden…shedding fertility
You mourn for me…you long for my forgiveness… so I’m ready to accept your plea
What is the code that will animate your presence?
What is the code that will liquefy the ice of silence?
A gnat a small winged insect
Gnats often fund in large swarms
Cohabitated with a house fly inept
They lived together shared a room outside a barn
In the blink of an eye
The fly spied waste/manure
The gnat said hey, wait what ya doing, sigh!
The fly licked and washed his hands maneuvered
Opened his mouth and the fly liquefy the manure waste
He asked the gnat, oooh yum you want a taste
Making it substance, suitable for their taste
The gnat said no, he’s got a better taste to behold ooh! waste
The gnat at the dusk, flying in swarms near water Sources Rivers and streams
Declared his attraction to moisture, clean organic matter
And wet soil Fungus and human eye water
No, thank you I’ll settle for sweet fruits know what I mean
And vegetables, nectar, human blood and plant roots
I don’t want no part of that manure
the gnat imparted, I AIN'T EATTIN THAT MESS?
11/20/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©