Long Mushrooming Poems
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MISSHAPEN
surreal shadows
across
terrazzo spaces
erupt
to depict fragments
of antique
tapesteries
a backdrop
mushrooming
in beautiful
fungal features
swaddled tightly
in a softening display
of suave elegance
festooned
in tastefulnesss
so
arresting
a repetitive
attraction
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
my heart withers within me
swamped by my fancies for thee
longing to hold thee as mine in a caressing embrace,
long awaiting from thee a telling smile.
maybe from it i shall gather courage to give free reign
to my tongue to sing the urges of the heart.
each day a part of me fall and withers
and light from mine eyes fade,
at night rest eludes me,
though my eyes fall heavy with sleep
in my mind dwells a constant strife,
the fracas i meet at the fading of the light
thoughts of you caressed by another.....
lives to haunt my dreams and i shan't find a peace of mind.
my love for thee blosoms,
mushrooming in my mind,
my heart and soul 'till all i think of is ye
with neither little hopes of telling thee my urgies
nor do i seek redemption by purging my fancies
Lest what i hoped will ensnare thy heart,
only frightens thee and grant me only heartache
and yet another day passes and my heart withers from the pain in desolation
nobody knows what gnaws me within
nor shall any ever learn the source of my agony
i hope to learn to curb my urges and cloak them with friendliness
but shall i trust myself to one day watch you walk way from me,
embracing another whispering to another, caressed and loved before my famished soul
your fading scent lingering still, to cut through my heart and remind me of my fading sanity
that alas ye! was surely not a dream my mind forged,
but a beauty i beheld and let slip through the cowering heart
that strained to curb what was a gift of the heart with hopes to ensnare a free spirit
this consuming passion shan't deminish, it enspires within me soul abandonment
how can i hope to walk away, when you weave for me this sensual leash
my heart is ensnared, my passion curbed, my tongue tied
all wrapped in together as a gift to my heart mate.....
like a run away hubcap spinning down the road...your life spins out of control;
how will this end—on a rocky hillside or a soft grassy knoll?
with forehead wrinkles and squinted vision you watch hopes and dreams burst into flames
flames igniting your inner core to not give up...
from this damnation of life’s bitter cup...
anxietic thoughts mushrooming like an atomic explosion inside your mind
space
in a toxic drunk you struggle to hold on—with clenched teeth— you cry out for savin’ Grace....
all the while destitution lurking in the shadows to capture your soul...
as beguiling sillouettes of enchantment tap dance to the intricate fibers of your being losing hold...
like a broken string sending a yo-yo on a downward descend
flat on your face—hard—you fall
questioning— from this— how can I mend?...
at rock bottom you lay...
you pray...
the dam burst— too heavy— the weight of bitter confection
cheeks quivering you gaze into your puddle of tears;
you see a reflection...
at ground zero...
staring back; it’s you—your hero...
you hear a voice whisper...
“there’s no place to go my child but up—
hand over to Me—thy bitter cup”...
while brushing my teeth …
tragedies occur worldwide
clashing ideologies
iron mixed with clay
stoking all my fears
while brushing my teeth …
railroad crossing warning lights
ignored by mankind
choosing to beat the turnstile
Russian roulette on steroids
while brushing my teeth …
greenhouse gasses mushrooming
fossil fuel burning
weather patterns alarming
what of our children?
while brushing my teeth …
our friend Time becomes our foe
what’s wrong becomes right
heads buried in sand
darkness perverts civility
while brushing our teeth …
who will rescue us?
creation or Creator?
Master Potter’s loving touch
coils of clay willing to yield?
Sweet heart my passion dear pumpkin
Sweeter than a cabbage you are my sweet corn
somewhat louder than the bourn
Deep into that darkness sprouting
Liken a flower blossoming
How they were shouting, touting - flouting
those the farmers and gardeners
They abloom allemandes abstracting
Ah, distinctly I was defoliating
Your stock, your stem the bud of your flower
My mind always strays to you you’re beautiful as the trees
I crave your sweet, shrubby sycamore
I crave the awash, abloom abstract almond leaves
That, that the moment my soul grew cute
What could there be more purely brute?
Sweeter than the summer sun
Hotter than 4th of July
somewhat more covering than a parachute
you warned me about the spreading roots
Come grow with me
Come grow within me, come go with me
Deep into that darkness rising
the palmetto seemed happy synthesizing
what could there be more purely enterprising?
And the Tasmania was utilizing
Of the emergence's that is realizing
Deep into that darkness pollarding
Deep into that darkness spiraling
Instead I uncovered the squash
There stood an engaged goulash
While I pondered, awesome and swash
Much I marveled the square cherry tomato
I crave the gorgeous, glorious garlic
Remembering many cacciatore, horrendous mounts
The many microlight mushrooming
Such you are as I am
A pollenated vegetable won’t you be my flower
Come my sweetheart my flower stand with me under the rain showers
8/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Sylphs, Fairies, Imps, Sprites
Moonlighting on the dark side
Bitstreaming the Night
Ology fractured
Today's Client, a new breed
That's the business
Mushrooming sales, sniffs
Crystal, clear intent
To manufacture
-oting with money
At the Poles, even my wife
There's Aurora now
Lunging from darkness
Retro grade it forward, Ho
Think plunges work well
Everything's for sale
Well, Specially People, Hell
Got a few right here
Ever since Biden
Been no need for deception
Magic, fade to black
That's a rap people
Cut it, print it, Sell it high
I miss the old days
Video stores, love
Obeying Constitutions
Common decency
mushrooming circle of lights wax and wane,
distant explosions greet to cheer the heart,
series of rockets whistle up a train!
colours sparkle celebrate a new start!
distant explosions greet to cheer the heart,
happy excited children clap agog!
colours sparkle celebrate a new start!
white thin swirling smoke mixes with the fog,
happy excited children clap agog!
series of rockets whistle up a train!
white thin swirling smoke mixes with the fog,
mushrooming circle of lights wax and wane!
2nd place
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10 syllables each
Pantoum 12 lines
written 02/01/2020
On a rough jagged rock, I sit
high above a waterfall
whose roar is loud...yet soothing
it pours upon the large rocks below
in a violent rush
mushrooming up, bubbling mists of rain
that are carried by the wind
caressing my skin
the day's twilight sheen
casts a dim light and a sense of serenity
I watch the sunset sweep across the horizon
in a vibrantly painted wash of colors
taking me on a quiet journey
of wondrous dreamy thoughts...that beckon my soul
to a beautiful world of expansive scenery
the red of the evening sky is the perfect dress
with ruffles of yellow, to end the day
the last flicker of light vanishes
and the night drapes its darkness
over the shoulder of twilight
comforting the majestic splendor of sunset
in a black cape of luminous stars
welcoming the rise of the moon's crowning light
to illuminate the waterfall
in a soft luster...taking center stage
allowing shades and shadows to form in silence
moving slowly across the landscape
filling my eyes, my soul, with peace and tranquility
as I whisper...yes, it's a beautiful world
Our stay in the
mushrooming subdivision
Ashley Springs
can achieve full ownership only
by meeting the developer’s
latest requirements...
six bushes and two deciduous trees,
keep your garbage can in the garage.
Such restrictions have put the whole
neighborhood in the throes of unrest.
Gears are clashing even as I write.
To sully the community spirit
in this way evokes emotions which
attempt to sidestep legality.
We more flexible newbies,
about thirty in number now
are pitted against
the established oldies
who could grandfather out of some of
the constraints based on length of residence.
Solution? It’s our property now!
Mr. Developer. Your raw power gains nothing
by the forcing of personal preference.
written May 27, 2018
“My soul is a black maelstrom…” ~ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet.
Molten lava spews from my eyes
My mouth feels dry as the scorching desert sand
Fear like a heavy boulder sits on my chest
My heart is chasing a Chimera
A pit is forming in my stomach,
My head is riding upon a vortex
Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind
forming a surrealistic whirlpool,
Grim and gloomy feelings shroud my being
permeating a fatalistic suspicion of society at large
dragging me down the road to depression.
A sense of emptiness is mushrooming within me,
like the morning miasma blurring the view,
All hands of hope have been withdrawn
Every moment henceforth
is pregnant with some novel challenges,
Tackling a new task overwhelms me
and despair prevails over my soul undeterred —
Bogged down by fate,
Tethered to my faith,
and mired in a spiritual quagmire
I am unable to claw my way back up
to Mount Calvary.
~Prompt 2: "As I slip into the void of this endless black."
~Contest: Venom and Stardust: A Birthday Prompt
~sponsor: Sara Jama.