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From his bizarre behavior and unkind words everyone
assumed he was a would-be psychopath seeking revenge;
he had no outside contacts, only conversations with his vicious mom
who daily sat in a squeaking Victorian rocking chair and scolded him.
" All friends with no morals have a bad influence on good souls,
keep away from them, avoid the whip when you break the rules. "
Mia preached to her frail son shaking and making strange, low sounds;
Charlie replied with a sob, " Yes, mother they can be horrible monsters."
" This Bible is a rod teaching discipline, it makes strong men fear God,
never think of molesting a virgin girl and leave her on a deserted road;
I've based this existence on obedience and trust in the Almighty God,
do the same and no harm will come to you: swear and keep your word."
Charlie nods while tears swell his light pupils, he wants to scream
and let his anger out to release his pain, he clutches his smooth hands
and whispers, " I want to get married and have kids: lots of them;
Mia springs forth from the rocking chair howling, " They are no good girls. "
No words came from Charlie's trembling lips and did not dare to lash back,
" I'm going to sleep. " Her response was delightful. " Say your prayer, son. "
" Ok, I won't forget. " Charlie murmured plotting revenge later that week;
his freedom was restricted, his mental state wreaked havoc, his head spun.
Under the sky like an ancient parchment, etched with falling stars,
I told her I would be the shadow of the tree under which dreams rest,
I said I would be the place where tears turn into butterflies,
That I would be the silence that embraces the echo of extinguished pains.
But when she came, carrying a universe of storms in her eyes,
I was a stone tree, frozen in my own existence,
No word escaped, no gesture disturbed the air,
Just a glass void, a silence rolling like a frozen river.
My promises, sculpted in clouds of light, shattered,
I spoke them with the voice of the wind, but couldn't hold them in my palms,
I discovered I am just a shadow before the rising sun,
Crushed under the weight of words that turned to sand.
In the depths of her eyes lay a bird with broken wings,
And in my silence, betrayal wove its web like a silent spider,
She murmured... it's okay, like a leaf gently falling to the ground,
And I, I looked into that ‘okay,’ seeing all I had not become.
I saw how I failed to be a beacon in the night, an anchor of words,
Remaining trapped in the flight of a promise that found no destination,
In a universe where words scatter like waves of sand,
Leaving only silence to be the echo of an unfinished song.
Snuggling up to me with words that endear
Whispering sweet nothings into my ear
Enchanting words murmured bring me such delight
Encircling my waist you hold me so tight
Tenderly kissing me before its time to say goodnight
Next minute you surprise me and get down on one knee
Open a red velvet box and then you propose to me
Tears spring to my eyes and I whisper to you
How happy I’ll be when we wed and say ‘I do’
I lovingly look into your sapphire blue eyes
Now we share a kiss, our love we cannot disguise
Gently we embrace, you wrap me in your strong arms
Such a perfect night… I surrender to your charms
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11-18-17
An echo murmured back look at yourself, You see you'
Reflection – mirror image of me of my dreams
Staring all I see is me in you
Glaring and glaring with my reflection
Selfishly pointing in at my direction
The ephemerality brought such sorrow
My visage I spy on the morrow
Even now clouds watch
Mount Kilimanjaro, Mount Kilimanjaro!
Clouds hoover and follow
And its eyes have all the brainstorming
The Jungfrau seemed happy performing
It was heartwarming, under performing, nonperforming!
Peek-a-boo looks at me as I look at you and I see myself
From within my steps
I walk on my shadow as my shadow holds me up
Drinking I from the clouds spilled cup
I spy, I see, me I see within the cool breeze
Even now clouds watch
My visage I spy on the morrow
Murmured echo back look at yourself, you see you'
Reflection – mirror image of me of my dreams
Staring all I see is me in you
Glaring and glaring with my reflexive reflection
12/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
She danced with wild abandon
she danced without a care
With sun kissed skin, her arms flung wide
Wild flowers in her hair
I chanced upon this secret glade
while walking early morn
A sacred aura surrounded it
a jewel in the dawn
A type of place where angels dwell
A place of Hopes and Dreams
A magic place of lush green plants
And sparkling bubbly streams
I drew back lest she saw me, I dared not break the spell
The Autumn leaves swirled round her and to the ground they fell
Like homage to a Goddess, that she must surely be
For Gods to but gaze on not mortals such as me
She twirled around so fast I could barely see her feet
And even though I stood afar I knew she gave off heat
Then her tempo slowed right down the air became quite chill
The Elements were but her slaves, she ordered them at will
I could have watched forever so mesmerized was I
What would I give to dance with you I murmured with a sigh
To dance with wild abandon with this Angel from above
A hundred birds would sing out loud to watch us Dance To Love
This story continues in my Poem arrangement 'The Sequel - Dance to Love - Part 2'
The clock in the Cabinet room struck midnight, then fear.
Each tick was a boot heel approaching the ear.
The map was a scar, turning red with the tide,
Where the promise of safety had nowhere to hide.
?A grey wind was blowing from a continent lost,
And the price of defiance was more than the cost
Of the gold in the vault or the ships on the sea,
But the spirit itself, and the will to be free.
?Bleakness approached, a cold, heavy rain,
It dampened the resolve, it clouded the brain.
They spoke of détente, of peace that could be,
A whisper of surrender across the dark tea.
The weight of the world, a stone in one's hand,
The choice of one man for a beleaguered land.
The generals murmured of odds too severe,
The end of an empire drawing too near.
?But a roar was awakened beneath the dull dread,
Not a bullet, but words the old lion had bred.
No smooth, subtle logic, no clever defense,
But a will unyielding, a terrible sense
Of the final last stand, and the duty defined,
To leave no stone unturned, no honor behind.
?What saves you is the memory of who you must be.
The grit in the mouth of the common decree.
The fisherman, the factory hand, and the clerk,
Refusing to bow in the perilous dark.
?The challenge was faced by that voice, rough and deep,
That told the tired nation it never could sleep.
And the island stood firm, not on metal or might,
But the strength of a spirit that welcomed the fight
Two Freaks
Two freaks sat by the side of the road.
Ostracized by all their kin.
People laughed as they passed by;
At the very sight of them.
One was twisted in body and soul;
With hair like a dandelion.
The other sat quoting sonnets of old;
He was quite diseased of mind.
One had hands that were crooked and gnarled.
The other the face of a child.
One ate grass like the beast that he was;
and murmured and groaned and growled.
The other put violets in his hair;
And swore to be good and kind.
To Pray to God and remember those;
Society left behind.
He quoted Longfellow, Shakespeare too,
Matthew, Luke and Paul.
The other wallowed in the mud.
And didn't care at all.
And so they lived by the side of the road;
With so much valor and poise.
One fool making love to life.
The other making noise.
Then came a day when folks didn't laugh.
They came with ropes and guns.
And did what seems and awful thing,
But a thing that had to be done.
For in this weird, unhappy world;
It is a sin to sing.
They murdered the gentle poet,
And crowned the Monster king.
I stand upon this aging wooden bridge
peering into depths of the swollen stream
a fingerling flowing to waters of the sea
grief is rhythmic like the beat of my heart
tears ebbing in rise with the morning tide
each breath escapes in a murmured sigh
Three months gone by since my love left
bereft am I since there's been no word
no news of his vessel, now long overdue
a great storm cast its eye on his ship's course
If prayers were diamonds I'd have great wealth
currency in which I could never take pleasure
In my worst nightmare he lies tangled in kelp
without help to free him he surely will drown
a torturous fate that nearly drives me insane
Here, on the bridge, amid my sighs and cries
I beg that somehow he finds his way home
escaping the wrath of an unmerciful sea
Day after day, when dawn has barely broken
I stand on the bridge, sealed bottle in my hand
inside is a note in which my sad heart entreats,
"Poseidon, please send my love back to me
before loneliness becomes the cause of my death."
To the current my plea tossed. Hope, not yet lost
June 21, 2017
September nights, reflecting moon’s soft glow,
Whispering in wind’s song afore leaves start to blow.
Haunting tales spun from the wood’s still blush,
Gentle moments reveal the Creator’s clever brush.
Oaks and maples begin to lose their summer hues,
As laughing pines sigh and dance to squalls who bruise.
October reasons with the heavy hand of twilight,
Ripening in star studded skies, glittering so bright.
Healing hearts and soul with melodies of rustling leaves,
Spending the sunny days with a mood who grieves.
Lost in the season, feelings bleed through the shadows,
Lasting through hesitant reflections, gales decompose.
November lends her mystery to the heavy scent of glory,
Falling beneath the frosty mornings, telling autumn’s story.
Bitter groans from the dark gray skies, leave a trail of woe,
Bringing autumn to a close with the first warnings of snow.
Resonating breaths of fall reveal the ache of mourning doves,
Those who know autumn’s trail leads to alluring leave’s last loves.
December quiets the spirit who is taunted by summer’s death,
Reassuring the soul that, despite it all, there is a silent breath.
Rustling leaves and hissing winds feed the mind with hope,
Restoring moments of darkest doubts with the strength to cope.
Beyond the vibrant life of summer, beyond fall’s murmured peace,
There lives a dream, so alive it seems, that it’s grip will not release.
Spring echoes through summer’s grace, abiding into the fall,
While the close of every season sends excitement through us all!
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 23
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 23
Rati* saw her husband burning,
In the fire of God,
In great panic, she ran to Him,
Terrified and trembling.
She prayed the three eyed,
She is becoming orphan,
The expanding fire would destroy all,
Including her beloved husband.
Prostrate at Shankar’s* feet’s,
With deflated pride and ego,
She murmured in weak voice,
To arouse His kindness.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14th May 2012
To continue…
Shankar*- The other name of Lord Shiva the
supreme God of Hindus.
Rati*- Wife of Madan (Cupid) for more details
Of Rati please see Episode 10