Long Qawwali Poems
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That day that way we met
the nightingale sang while
whooping cranes bowed
their heads the sun danced
between the blue skies as
the clouds rushed by I
remember that day that
way you walked the way
you smiled that funny
way you dazzled me with
your cunning charm like
no other man ever had the
pink flamingos were wearing
my dress while gone fishing
signs hung about the broken
drift wood store fronts hot
sand caressed my skin the
turquoise waters released
a soft salty mist that day
that way the kiss was met
I awaited your arrival in the
midst of it all we knew full
well death would follow the
sullen hints betrothed frightening
were we wrong to fall so deep
in love destroying a brilliant
friendship by falling in love
a connection so valid why
were we wrong to hide such
a great love to covenant a love
that would someday blast off
shattering the moon sending
pieces of our love into the
universe racing sparks ignited
the stars that twinkled back
down to the earth that day
that fabulous way we met
painting a beautiful canvas
of cards hand written letters
photographs proses poetry
collection of memories that we
were forbidden to express love
hidden deeply breaking our spirits
envious minds colliding before us
an yet within warm tears flowing
shown only when a quiet storm
gathers I watch and wait
for raindrops to cover my face
this is our song for this is our time
to weep for broken hearts beckoning
thought desired to feel to touch
to only remember desperately
trying to hold on to what's left
what is really left the pain still
lingers it's truly apart of who
we are now nothing could pry
it from my aching bosom it
remains connected to my soul
like a permanent umbilical cord
that day that way our souls met
way before our hearts finally
introducing our bodies to fulfill
this sheer connection that lit
up the sky by and by my smile
and the wink of your eye why
we are but lovers clinging vessels
in time we now remain cherubs
cherbium and seraphim beauty
kelp our love an artform on display
unmoved untouchable burning flame
Word for word your obituary was read
everyone was there just like you said
mostly enemies they weren't happy
glancing at the photo you chose for
the viewing ma was so brave too
knowing full well that casket was
empty thanking everyone for the
flowers she felt so guilty she had
them all donated to hospice each
and everyone she spat on the shoes
of on lookers demanding no one take
any flowers she said it was bad luck she
didn't need she said she felt like she
would suffer greatly for this grand
scheme oh look how the Knights of
Columbus nearly dropped the handles
alerting the crowd that the coffin was
empty ma began blowing her nose so
hard into the rose embroidered hankie
damn right he's in a better place try
Oklahoma for starters she said she
hated her card buddies were there
just watching waiting on her to lose
it even a few kids you frequently yelled
at in the shop were there peeking behind
the pews asking for cake a few of your
old girl friends arrived in pairs whispering
it should have been me he was so good
that's when your buddy Barry kicked
the seat out right shouted whose ever
funding this funeral needs to settle his
debts with me before you leave this
church that limo ain't free like him
I thought oh my is he serious yes he was
the funeral director wrote him a big fat
check on the spot I couldn't figure out
why so many people lined up to view
your photo it was clearly a life size
portrait ma kelp squeezing my hand
this was all stand up for me really we
just had coffee then you give us an
obituary and catch a flight to the Midwest
shh they want me to say a few words
I can't take it I release this uncontrollable
laugh bringing me to tears naturally wait
wait I would like to thank everyone for
coming out he just called me he missed
his flight he say's will one of you imbeciles
drive the hurst get out to Ohara midway
airport right away pick him up like yesterday
before somebody sees him and you all know
what that means for Christ sakes he needs a ride
1. Shall I narrate you a tale or may be a thousand stories,
Of a lost love and fervent devotion?
Or chronicles of longing and separation?
Mayhap I, relate both as you wish, open your eyes and give me your ears.
2. For I hear no serenade and diversion no more,
I dwell in evanescence of poetry and free verses,
Yet I yearn for a rune of praise, jealousy or even scorn,
Scythe me not, in a circle I whirl and swirl, beloved.
3. This poor heart beckons the chants of your name,
It that be bounteous, splendid and dazzling,
My lungs hymned shall intone in flamboyance,
Beloved, look-see my essence, my being.
4. Be it, am a sycophant, for your favor,
Behave the heart of peccadilloes and lapses.
Reveal to me the cryptic and the arcane,
The venal lushness of your vision, beloved.
5. You are ubiquitous, beloved,
I attest the signs and the hallmarks scattered,
Yet my caravan never reaches the apogee,
Even in silence, in solitude and slumber I journey.
6. Like the moon, sun and star scads,
Darkness and light, in their sheer vanity,
You are the whole and abound in majesty,
Behold arrogance and vanity are veraciously only yours, beloved.
7. Like a spinning wheel always in motion,
Not a second escapes a nix from your vision,
Yet foundered in my bewilderment you notice me not,
Withal, I carry on until that day when you do, with devotion.
8. Betide a sudra untouchable, so be it my karma,
Yonder I move stubbornly towards my moksha,
Let fate excruciating me to annihilation and redemption,
To my nirvana, peace and nothingness in you, beloved.
9. Importuned, the day you alight by the door,
Ready will I be, no need to knock, alas just enter,
For all doors are yours, be sited beloved while I fetch my flute,
For the flute had been seeking its reed bed.
10. No doors, no restraint in my heart, there is only you,
Always plenteous and as wide as the ocean,
No walls, no locks and no curtains can resist,
For this heart is your dwelling place, for, you never left, beloved.
Why Am I here do you Need me Lord
The reason why we are here,
Worship
The reason why, we’re here,
To give praise
The reason why we’re here
God DOESN’T need us
Why Am I here do you Need me Lord
Yet, He created us, AMEN
He made us like angels
Yet just a little bit higher
He made us for His pleasure,
In his image He created us
He made us to be caretakers
Part takers
Co-parents
He made us He Himself in the image
Of God and angels
Alas we sinned
We are the blame, who blames us
Why not ourselves, So God came down in flesh
In the person of Jesus the Christ
To save us all the believers and the lost
Yet, He created us, AMEN
Why Am I here do you Need me Lord
He made us like angels
Yet just a little bit higher
He made us for His pleasure,
In his image He created us
He made us to be caretakers
Cultivate be caretaker of God earth, this world
Part takers
Co-parent, humanity
He made us He Himself in the image
Of God and angels
No matter what I do O God
You’re my everything
and Father I NEED you
And all the love you bring
Love all you say and do
I need you, Lord I really do need you
Why Am I here do you Need me Lord
Lord, I need you
I need you, forever I do
I need you
NEED YOU
The reason why we are here,
Worship
The reason why, we’re here,
To give praise
The reason why we’re here
God DOESN’T need us
Yet, He created us, AMEN
Your spirit within me is the Breath I breathe
For without it I’m just “gone” misplaced energy;
Breath in me
In me YOU breathe
Why Am I here do you Need me Lord
The reason why we are here
Is to praise you…
8/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Being from Florida
after a severe nervous
breakdown I suffered
social phobias anxieties
fear panic isolated raising
my children witness
protection I collected
every Disney movie
every Disney book
I wasn’t able to watch
regular TV or news
only movies we collected
this kelp the children
occupied when video
games were just starting
Mario brothers funny
looking back my grand
children get to hear
the stories of how
granny collected every
Disney movie real treasures
the real treasure is having
my 97 year old WWII
grandfather watching his
favourite Disney character
with us my being a retired
daycare teacher from Munich
Germany retired PTA organiser
special olympics organiser
volunteering from the cover of
the healthy start magazine
Fox News having 8 children
26 grandchildren two great
grandchildren i feel absolutely
blessed to be apart
of so many positive lives
from gifted honor students
architecture engineering
orchestra stem drone pilots
Bio med teachers
whom I raised in Florida
and it all started with
Disney 100 years ago this
is why I collected every
Disney movie being an
American Mouseketeer
we’d visit Disney every year
M.I.C.K.E.Y M.O.U.S.E U.S.A
Spelunking inside her mind,
searching for the answer she cannot find.
She keeps looking, draped in fear
as she asks, why am I here?
No one is guiding her path
she only exists as an aftermath
of two drifting, lost souls
who were unable to define their goals.
Two humans united on a withering night,
giving spark to a life without delight.
How could they in such despair
not be fully aware
that the seeds of poverty they sewed
would grow up to be predisposed
to a life of abject gloom
because their spirits contained not one bloom.
Growing up with a feeling of being alone,
keenly aware she didn't belong
in a community with a rare glimpse of grace
for a family seemingly out of place.
Streets lined with false facades
of people believing they were a favorite of God's.
A little child unable to discern and find her way
became the nasty people's prey.
After years on the battlefield of life,
she again feels the pain that cuts like a knife.
A divorced mother of two; one a father, the other gay,
they both live far, far away.
She bows her head to pray,
and ask why does it have to be this way.
Her heart is empty of cheer.
She softly whispers, why am I here?
I never understood this condition
that continued to invade my writing
skills at first I would write then go
back to put the punctuation in this
made my poems end abruptly when
I needed my readers to continue my
story hadn't ended until that punctuation
stalled my readers from finishing my poem
I sat up searching for why I composed this
way soon my style of writing was compared
to e.e cummings he too often left out the
punctuation I read further there was Ulysses
James Joyce Cormac Mc Carthy I began
to realize I was different but I wasn't alone
great scholars and Nobel prize winners
also had my condition why there was
a word for this style of writing a word
for why I was comfortable leaving out
the punctuation defamiliarisation in fact
I believe this allows my readers to know
right away this is my original work I wouldn't
change a thing in further research I found
a few more poets just like me in Russia
why I Certainly would call this a poem
perhaps a commentary of sorts a very
creative way to use this new word I'm
quite fond of defamiliarisation absolutely
driven creative culture of an awesome read
He prowl very still across
the calm merky waters
I can see him and he can
see me with his big yellow
eyes his pupils are lime
green slowly he crawls not
even shooing the cranes
from off his back he crawls
past the woodstorck perching
on one leg the tall Cypress
trees seems to sway as the
moisture dampens the earth
it's July already Christmas
trees are ready to be cut and
shipped off in time for the
Christmas season I love this
time of year although the heat
covers the swamp not a breeze
in sight the female alligators
panted all night laying eggs
upon the drift wood herons
flying high as egrets feast
on snakes the sun peeks in
around noon as the alligators
approached the grass sun
bathing watching the golfers
tee off sipping brandy in all
this heat commotion beckons
someone fishing just lost a limb
my mind wanders the nature
of this prehistoric giant unseen
until prey invade his space again
chomp bones breaking cracking
like branches the lake swells wails
screeching lots of feathers the
deer rush through the forest just
keep moving continue on stop your
squawking and keep on walking
Dancing with the Devil
Hand we hand we danced the night away.
For I was your queen... or so you had made it seem.
But I knew the truth
You had another lover.
You gazed upon my body but you seemed to have been staring at my soul,
For I had glanced at yours a few times and I saw that you were cold,
I was dancing with the devil.
Somehow I couldn’t allow myself to stop.
Somehow I thought I’d win this game
I then realized it was a losing battle and I was playing myself.
I was fighting for a heart that was owned by someone else.
Even though I refused to accept it I knew we’d eventually grow apart.
Why should I stay when the goal was to exchange hearts?
You give me yours and you would have mine,
The plan was that I’d love you till the end of time.
Love someone who’s already taken? Then what would be in it for me?
A heart that was already broken? And reopened scars that weren’t fully healed?
I danced with the devil.
He dragged me through hell but I still stayed.
Because I tried to convince myself that somehow he’d change.
But I was dancing with the devil… stuck in his maze.
I was dancing with the devil; playing his game.
I shall remember you when
night crawls under day
dressed up in sunshine and
colorful hues I shall remember
you in every single book I
read catering to the fundamental
findings craving thought like
Langston Hughes I’ll fondly
remember civil rights field
trips dancing through cattails
in the woods wandering
between dandelion patches
and rows of daisies peeking
through cedar slats nestled
upon a garden nook I dig the
magnificent magnitude of our
telepathy designs of hope
courage and joy I will always
remember your smile opening
the window letting fresh air
inside a dull dim room something
about William Butler Yeats
Yolande Giovanni something
about me black power rings
the subtle warmth of the
voice of dignity human need
to express one’s own abilities
communicate with all walks
of life we are who we are
I thank you for giving me
encouragement my humble
beginnings I shall see you
tomorrow in paradise sunshine
In loving memory of Nikki Giovanni