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Some Fallen-Leaves Regarding Longevity 4 - 5

4. 
the sex-appeal of the telephone 
and the bugle of the carnies-breaking cock-crows 
are all harmonised seamlessly 

the noon in the blood 
is flowing along the river 

all the dialogues are covered 
with misspelling of men and women 

the tailors want to increase life 
cutting rightly the walking of clothes 

after the vanishing of collyrium
from the eyes 
there is not a single being 
in the relief-camps 

as far as the eyes can travel 
i can notice in the ear-lob of the village-boats
the water-colour of fire-flies 
twinkles 

then let an agreement be signed 
with the defence ministry 
on the right 
to enter into private bathroom 

5.
in the air 
on which flowers are engraved 
the union of the betel leaves are making their outposts 
anew 

before the calling of the next pine-woods 
you all the butterflies do take on board the tram 
to go to the south-pole 

is it well to incline so much 
towards the tv-screen 

who can say 
the waves of the terracotta 
would never make revolution 

i’ve sent some full-moons of winter 
and some water-bodies 
into the holes of the handkerchief 

the lacking of the colours 
may kindly be excused 

the birds that are blind from their birth 
has been singing till now 
the songs of the cave-civilisation 

there is no question any where
this eclipsed-valley is adorned 
with the answers only


Premium Member -i Got U-

"When I say, “ I Got U”
What this really means to you from me
I will always be a friend beyond the ends of time right past eternity
I will “always Pray aloud and quietly first about you unto God
Daily blessings always release blessings to you first, you family and friends
Daily blessings Holy Godly saving of all those whom may not be
I feel you I understand Praying did I say Praying for you longevity of life on this Earth
I got you not in monies nor in material things
I got U in what ever God says that’s in His will
I got your spiritual back
I got you to make you smile
And laugh I got U in the quiet of your heart
I got you even though I not that
I got you in trust
I got U in Jesus
I got your back always in prayer first I feel you understand
I’m not an ordinary 
I’m here for you 
I cover U in prayer
I understand I won’t knowingly try to handle you
I have hold of you 
You’ve touch me spiritually
So glad for the Holy Royal Friendship
A spiritual responsibility
I’m here for you
I thank you
I accept you
I see you, Hallelujah
and I see you in Agape — Unconditional Love
Philia — Affectionate Love
Philautia — Self-love
 Storge — Familiar Love
Pragma — Enduring Love
Ludus — Playful Love may God bless you evermore
I GOT YOU"


3/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Premium Member Heart Folds

Heart Folds

Beginning so small
this mound of tissue
time's perpetual resuscitation
life's bellows for passion
protection's engine of flow

So simple its form
this muscle of pulsation
innocent of harm's way
liquid breathing of body's dependence
wanting only to maintain tomorrow's awakening

Sentries stand guard
immunity's breach driven back
poisons held at bay
health and longevity made secure

So flickers this flame of flesh
resisting winds that might extinguish spark
designed impervious for decades to come
until the kiss

Fold one

Intrusion of passion
begs emancipation of opened heart
as anguish of unrealized pleasure
hints
but
withholds consent

Rhythms explode
prying open the chambers of mind
exposing the unknown magic
inner eye bliss
distinction
disruption
dysfunction
bends arch back on themselves

Fold two

More kisses
pausing ventricles to stop
breath taken away
glimpses of forever

Until

Folds become pleated
become a chaos of creases

Wrinkles constrict passion's meadow of bliss
tributaries of spirit become dry beds of fossil remains

Will reason ever concede
to love's unspoken treatise
heart's hidden secret of survival

Or

Forever remain but love's monitor
life's data bank of questions without answers?

How precious the newborn heart

How precarious its journey
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Struck Dumb

Nobody wants to die.
But now I am old
I wonder why.

I sometimes feel very ill,
And take many prescription pills,
To help strengthen me and help me strive
To have an even longer life.

At lunch, while watching the TV
I learned something that bothered me,
A. I. artificial intelligence is coming here
I feel this will be something to fear

I know now why life feels unreal,
It's fast becoming true
If this phenomenon comes to pass
It could be the end of all we knew.

It doesn't make sense,
To this uneducated old girl
It makes me feel tense
It makes my old brain whirl.

Has the World gone wild,
Or is the Wild one me?
Why am I taking pills
To give me longevity.

Only to realise today
We will have no choice
Unreality will come to stay
And we won't have a voice.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member We Are Lovers

Throughout history, we are lovers
Throughout history, we are soul mates
 
We are Romeo and Juliet
We are Anthony and Cleopatra
We are Lancelot and Guinevere
We are Tristan and Isolde
Scarlett O' Hara and Rhett
Elizabeth Barrett and Robert
Pocahontas and John
Jayne Eyre and Rochester...
 
Blended inside one another
Melted inside one another
 
Two hearts are one
Two souls are one
Throughout the ages
Throughout eternity
 
Forever was
Forever shall be...

You and I
The sweetest symphony,
and if there were to be
another life
than the one that we now live,
I know your soul would find mine
We would be 
the next world renowned lovers,
our names immortalized 
in the books that will be written,
for a love like ours,
this passion we share,
defies the boundaries of time
It's a living entity
infused with heaven's light
and its longevity

You and I
We lived; we live; we will live,
for we are the embodiment of love
We ARE love
Personified
You and I
Love's sweetest refrain
Yesterday, now, and forever

YOU and I

Collab between Tim Ryerson and Eileen Ghali
For Carolyn Devonshire's Contest
Past Lives
June 25, 2014
* A fictitious write


The warmth around kalshi, my chatterbox

The appendix and punctuation and learning new words
As they sift and make the dough pliant and smooth verbs
The morning dew drops and the ear infections , as you had your inactive gold ear-rings, paired
The early morning, haphazard memories and yet so long for so long a ribbon, tightened.
"Rabbi zidni Ilman", and the wisdom, and the turtle and the slow and the steady, for a steady pain, off and on.
They beat around the heartbeats , and beat around the bushes too, in the fish-o-fillet
Or a thousand dollar contract with relocation to move your sofasets, beds and the canopy that added on, in toothpaste
bad-mint-on when Rome must burn! 

Why so much noises around a sunlit day? When nothing matters in a significant way? 
still the passing day felt a mere Sigmund truth, shivering in high fever and so to say.
Noise walls and Walgreen corona tests in Michigan, they all seem in perfection, to sync in tune, in an asynchronus way. Attuned though.
I am no one in this wide world, a mere plain thinker in a simple living, coping underneath a magnificent sky, visible from a petio.
And the visible impeccable the enormity and We , as the next week may see, might never be, 
as the story must go on, replaceable by a wiser call, when unseen faith should debate less, 
even without a visibility, aftermath serenity and among the prettiest face, 
an innocense that grew up, on its own, for many reasons to disown, within a traveller's grace.

Still, I saw you there, also, at the end of a tiresome day
I felt, I am a longevity in a dark silence, where supplication in faith may
Without pointing fingers to a mannerism in equity and dwelling in a voice synthecizer...

As kalshi was looking back in the black and white again, before we parted, for ever.

1:37 AM
8-6-2024
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Friends Are Not Happy About Them

We watched the them tiptoe around each other
On a sandy beach in Florida during a June moon
He was handsome, tall but not lanky, built right.
She was dainty, petite and she moved like a ballerina.

I am her friend, so I was not doing cartwheels.
There was something about him that felt sad.
I am always a bit shy of the injured puppy types.
She did not see it, he became “the one” in her mind.

His friends were not excited about her.
She is not from their preppy side of the world.
Was she a gold digger? Would she pull him down?
A spring break romance, none of us expected longevity.

We were all wrong. They have been married forty-eight years.
They have six children and seventeen grandchildren.
All because two teenagers began tiptoeing around each other
on a sandy beach in Florida during a June moon.

Some Cherry-Blossoms Regarding Longevity

1.
the crystallised handkerchief 
of one’s span of life

your handloom-bird brings with its lips 
some musical notation of the nimbus  

holding that waves within the heart 
how much growth does occur 
to the sandal-line of a man 

or 
it does 
fall 

the blades of grasses are known well 
to be vegetarian 

the eyes of the reindeer 
have cent per cent smelling of fish 

then what translation would you suggest
for the fingers of wild titlark 

the shirt 
they have put on the body of this night-stone 

what best word-meaning does match it 
but land-lotus 


2.
i’ve re-constructed 
all the trees and plants

with 
the dry straws grass twigs collectively
fetched by beak

and the monsoon 
as well

the full-brim of vodka 
is deep in the palms

in that moonlight 
a sleeping-tablet 
does take a dip-swimming 

within her enfolding 
there may be the whole works of rabindranath 

from the breathing of cd-player 
spreads around
the sound of horse’s hoof  

there is the bed-sheet of dusts 
on the anger 
kept bound within the cover of rexin 

it’s true 
our vineyards are still 
prone to stones 

then it does not seem 
that the boiled moon sets  
into the tea-cup  

3
in your songs 
still lies 
immense green 

the bed-room is too 
very bright 

the walnuts 
walking along the path 
that touches the rain-shore 
make me think likely 

on a sunday 
kept in an envelop 

when the bedcover of the early morning 
speaks frankly 
what’s in its mind 
to the soap-water 

the ears of the horse 
in the wall-calendar 
look very crazy

i can remember 
one day
the sun-boats would tear their wrappers 

their whisper would want to discover
the inclinations and thoughts of the creepers and herbs 
possessed by the lady-volunteers 

their yawing would notice
so many unused handlooms 
taking a run-away on the clouds 

now 
would the cat  under the beautiful jersey 
finally think of waking up 

then i’ll go 
to deposit the clever apples 
along with 
all the triangles accompanying it 
to the nearest cold-storage

Premium Member Hi I Am 92

HI, I AM 92,I have
Lived through a lot from depressions to recessions.
From flu varieties and ebola, Sar’s Polio, H.I.V. And more.
Praises to the lord.
Daily he reassured.
Yes, alot I have endured.
Outdoor toilets, indoor plumbing,
A well from which to drink my water.

Hi, I am 92, that day you saw me I was alone;
I have outlived my children and my peers.
People usually Ignore me because I am
Just and old man, that drives on my own,
I use the bathroom on my own, I also walk,
Shop, and, and use atm machines, on my own.!

I have survived many wars, and escaped lynch mobs.
Why then did you come and decide to take my car, and my life.?

Hi, son who looks like me, I am 92 you look 15, God has spared me,
…and why couldn’t you? Easy,weak old prey, you needed a car,
I would have given you the keys;My insurance was paid.!

My last thoughts were if God gave me longevity, and good health, why couldn’t
you have shown me mercy;You did not have to club my head and knock me down. O' Heartless boy, I would have traded my life for your future.

I was tired, but now your retribution has been entangled
with my karma, and God's will. I who was healthy yet weary, was willing to do another day upon this contaminated planet called earth. 

You let the forces of greed,hunger, vanity, and or fear allow you to give in to cowardice. I was 92,not much I could do against you and the other two.
I regret you allowed satan to use you. 

I hope you get to be 92 years old on planet earth.
And remember me every day.
‘’FOR WHO GOD BLESS, LET NO MAN CURSE.’’
Form: Ballad

Premium Member FATHER COVER OUR CHILDREN-

•	FATHER COVER OUR CHILDREN

May Our Father give you?
 Extra special covering. 
May He touch the hearts of our children? 
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Giving them new reverence unto us. 
Through you Heavenly Father. 

We so know that our children
 Which are on loan to us, 
Receive our Father's blessing
 That’s tied to us
 May suffer not as we, 
But glorify Elohim our Abba Father
 Referencing Him first. 
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children

May our children be in peace, in joy and love? 
Give them an ear to hear.
 Set a watch over them.
 We speak Longevity of Life.
Abundantly Always
 Obedience until our Father 
To God be the Glory, His way, His will in theirs and our life.
 Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children

Forever in Jesus mighty name Amen and Amen
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Father please O’ please cover, cover our Children
Forever in Jesus mighty name Amen and Amen

2/21/24
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© CR HEART
Form: Lyric

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