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Premium Member Flowers They Are So Beautiful and Alluring

'Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral'
Once I sat engaged and blossoming
When I thought of the flowers
In a kingdom full of wreaths
Once upon a midnight peak
I saw the sunflowers
In a kingdom full of seedpods
Flowers - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the flowers
By the grave I saw the sweet peas
I heard an ornamental, flush treeing
When I thought of the flowers
It threw its ghost against the geraniums
They are perfumed from unseen showers
They are perfumed from unseen craniums
Suddenly, I heard some dewing
In there stepped a thundery flowering quince
And the acanthus was doing
I am shorn of the morning rinse
Of the rainstorm's that is suing
Much I marveled the peak flora
The bio-diverse botanical garden breezing
Flowers!' said I, 'thing of floral
There’re so beautiful and alluring…


8/8/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©


Closet

Downplayed it's impact in it's infant state
Threw more bones of decadence for a better taste
Satisfied it's insatiable hunger and thirst

Took notice of it's growth, couldn't care less
Marveled of it's becoming, as it brought in a companion to "nip in bud" the solitude of it's dark layer

I guess you are beginning to get the idea?
Why I comfortably soak in this pool of conviction
Why my moral compass points south
The reason for the wall around me

Shadows move around these walls
Can't converge the courage to let you in
Lest you stumble upon phalanges peeping through
Acknowledging that the impeccable persona I portray, Is far from the character of my reality

In it I nurse something volatile
A creation of my own volition
Form: Persona

Premium Member Grand Pa Falling Again-

I heard a weakened, hap tumbling
I had fell, I am falling
Someone here please catch me
I’m brittle boned can’t hardly see
Don’t quite know what’s wrong wit me
Got dizzy

When I thought of the fallen
Thinking of me falling
Much I marveled the lapsed hit
As my nose, face arms and upper torso hits
The ground, sidewalk, the bricks
I’m brittle boned can’t hardly see
Don’t quite know what’s wrong wit me
Got dizzy

I heard a weakened, happy tumbling
Then I heard a fierce snap, crackle a pop!
When I thought of me fallen
Much I marveled the lapsed hit
Once I sat engaged and slumping
Then I juz got myself, jest got up

The spiked slide slowing
the dead drop dying
the depressed deceased drooping
the sputtering sag stumbling
Yeah, you know I just keep falling
I have fallen and I can git up

I was a fall and you a hit
And the plummets never hanging just watch this
the lower, lower lessening
Spurring and spurring with my slump stirring
Ah! distinctly I was landing, ever so just kept falling
I was a fell and you a tumble
This is how I got this knot on my head I don’t remember

6/12/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©

Dancers

Went to see some dancers dance
And marveled as they moved.
Their bodies were in perfect shape
And could not be improved.

Such discipline they must endure,
The hours of practice spent
To get to where they are – 
The sacrifice is evident.

And yet, I wondered, as I watched,
What happens as they age?
Where will they be when they no longer
Can command the stage?

They love their craft, but likely
Will not garner fame or riches.
For artists, struggles such as these
Are the expected glitches.

But for today, they leaped and stomped
And dazzled for the crowd.
Their joy was etched upon their faces
As they smiled and bowed.

The future is so far away
And they are in no hurry;
But as I clapped, I thought of it
And couldn’t help but worry.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member God, You'Re Good

God, You are just so good in all ways.
Everywhere I look I am reminded of Your goodness.
Your majesty speaks to me from the lofty mountain peaks.
Your mighty power merely hinted at in the surging waves of the ocean.
Your loving kindness and forgiveness expressed ever so minutely in the warmth of a mother's arms.
I look up and see the clouds drifting across the face of the silver moon and think no artist ever painted such a mystical scene.
I see the forest in the early morning mist and think how magical a place this is.
I see the roses kissed by morning's dew and think no human could create such beauty.
I have watched my own belly move as the child within me grew strong and marveled at the magic You had created within me.
All my life I have been surrounded by Your abundant blessings.
You have proven Yourself over and over again.
How can Mankind be so foolish as to doubt You?
I am amazed by Your goodness, Your power, Your patience and Your mercy.
I stand in awe of You.
Lord, when You return,
Remember me.
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose


SUICIDAL WOMAN

I
Moonlight, shone upon her collied, weary heart. 
scarred by a life of many failures 
and dreams unfulfilled
now she is a slave to her own thoughts,
and undying feelings of indifference. 
the master of puppets 
pulls on her heartstrings. 

she lives on the dark side of the moon. 
yet her volcanic beauty is like 
a rare celestial body Galileo laid eyes on for the first time
through a telescope back in 1610 
and sketched into our history books 
for future human beings to gaze at and be marveled by. 
this is what her beauty is like. 

her eyes are like Egyptian Pools 
they show a reflection of her eternal soul 
which flows like the Nile; 
it could give life to entire civilizations. 

she doesn’t see the big picture,
she doesn’t see her beauty, 
and these are both great tragedies. 
still, she lives on the dark side of the moon, 
the girl who was afraid to be…

Premium Member Cognizant:

Poems By Vicki Acquah

Cognizant:

You have shown to me
my GREATNESS
- YOU
Having been discerning 
But were not always 
in agreement
You were there for me. 
AWARE OF ME.'

You have known me
in my weakest flesh
You have marveled 
at my strong spirit.

I will have to visit 
you when I transition. 
You will know it's me still.

Not like some" Duppie " 
in a third rate cinema ! 
When I Come to you,
I will whisper poetry 
loudly and crassly-
in your ear,
in my stern voice.

"Yes it tis I" -
I will say..
You know me.
So when the air is not stirring.
I will be as a gentle breeze
floating over 
your body,caressing you.

Whilst your perception 
reveals me to your conscious.
When OTHERS- don't get me-
CANNOT FEEL me ,
CANNOT SEE ME.

Cognizant you are -
of my existence.
Awake - you are 
in my dreams 
and my reality. 
WHILE others slept on me.

You were fascinated by all of me,
analyzing the 
" tic tic" of my clock" 
Too aware of my very being.

Alert, even to my batting lashes.
responding 
with that certain look -
You'd address my emotions,
my humor and my dread.

Conscious of each 
others existence
sometimes we'd clash.
Wittingly we'd exchange love taps. 
stimulating the intellectual.

I am your muse-for now 
You are my smile for today. 
Often times you'd 
relent -pretending to be
simple, soft and unassuming.
Allowing me to be Just where I am

Like Frost

The stars on a clear night
Do not make me feel small
Lonely or lost anymore
They are like frost
They appear and reappear
As a cold calamity 
Of some ancient heartless truth
Left out in the deep airless dark

A warning
Not to ever look upon the face of creation
As if it were a thing to be marveled at
And in that marveling
It somehow had an invisible power to transfer
Wonder to you
You not realizing
Or mistaking
Its most obvious capacity
Namely
To transfer anything 
At all 
But emptiness

In that stark understanding
You may feel
Small
Lonely and lost
And like frost 
Those emotions will come and go
But if you do not nurse them
You will forget

In time they will disappear
Perhaps

Premium Member My Bed the Grave- -

'Grave!' said I, 'thing of deathbed'
Oh, I'm remembering many critical, weighty burials
Say you will not accept my spirit
As my cold flesh body lies dormant

Much I marveled the appalling graveyard
That moment my soul grew enormous
By the grave I saw the burials
The catastrophic cemetery coffining

Say you will not accept my spirit
As my cold flesh body lies dormant

Deep into that darkness sobering
I awoke and flung the profound

What could there be more purely close? 
And the burials never pressing
'Grave!' said I, 'thing of deathbed
I refuse to lie here
My true self is with God and Jesus


4/19/19

Premium Member God, You'Re Good

God, You are just so good in all ways.
Everywhere I look I am reminded of Your goodness.
Your Majesty speaks to me from the lofty mountain peaks.
Your mighty power merely hinted at in the surging waves of the ocean.
Your loving kindness and forgiveness expressed ever so minutely in the warmth of a mother's arms.
I look up and see the clouds drifting across the face of the silver moon and think no artist ever painted such a mystical scene.
I see the forest in the early morning mist and think how magical a place this is.
I see the roses kissed by morning's dew and think no human could create such beauty.
I have watched my own belly move as the child within me grew strong and marveled at the magic You had created within me.
All my life I have been surrounded by Your abundant blessings.
You have proven Yourself over and over again.
How can Mankind be so foolish as to doubt You?
I am amazed by Your goodness, Your power, Your patience and Your mercy.
I stand in awe of You.
Lord, when You return, remember me.
                                                       Amen
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.

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