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The warmest kiss came in the Summer rain
when our kisses were hungry and raindrops fell
passion lived in the moments we'd sustain
that carried our hearts to a lover's well
to quench the longing thirst a kiss restores
as we cast fate into a rainy day
the warm rain invited our souls to soar
into the rain-filled clouds where we will stay
till' we fell to earth with rain down our face
our bodies soaked deep within our core
Summer rain left our lover's trail to trace
in tracks, we left upon the earthen floor
To find in Summer rain a lover's bliss
We burned the lips of passion with each kiss
We shouldn’t have gotten a shed
For I’m sure you can guess where it’s led -
Saving things we don’t need;
With it gone, guaranteed,
We’d throw things in the garbage instead.
Now the mice have a place they can hide
When it’s freezing or raining outside.
They leave droppings behind
Which, of course, I will find
And I can’t seem to take it in stride.
I should simply just clean the shed out
For there isn’t the tiniest doubt
That the things I have saved
Make me look quite depraved,
Which confirms what this poem is about.
*PoetrySoup would not let me include the apostrophe
in the word Shouldn’t!
I have a protector soldier for my soul
I have a Shepherd who comes back
when I'm one sheep alone
I have a savior who comes for me
I am confident in this
I believe and my daddy He will come to my aid
Always
and my daddy when I leave me alone or strays
and my daddy he will guard my heart for my daddy is the peace of God
It is raining yet he's my covering
my dad is not complaining
He loves me so and my daddy transcends all
All understanding and my daddy is God
always my heart for the peace of God
He transcends all understanding and my Father God
with God my heart and mind always He's my comforter
When I am in distraught and wrath He embraces me
When I
When I need caressing He's my ever-appointed anointed blessing
And He loves me and through in and around my heart
I have a guarded heart protected by the Father in Jesus
Guarded heart the peace of God
ALWAYS
1/25/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
The journalists are doing badly,
The journalists are doing well,
The world is going badly,
Our heads are sponges
That they press without remorse,
The children are doing badly,
People are cynical,
People are doing badly,
What will the future be?
The cops are doing badly,
The bakers are bad,
Julie Gayet is doing badly,
My blood sugar is rising,
It’s raining in Paris,
As every day,
The Parisians are doing badly,
The journalists are doing badly,
The journalists are doing well,
The Bretons are doing badly,
The dead are so bad,
Le Goff is going badly
The nights are too long,
who to trust?
Coco Gauff is doing badly,
The poets are doing badly
The French are doing so badly,
As much as the Chileans,
The world is going badly,
The cinema is going badly,
The young people are doing badly,
Only my books reassure me,
I look at them with love,
They are my real friends.
Soul-moving, heart-touching fabrics
of a canvas-like existence
forming vacuum bubbles of Absoluteness.
Breathless
Life resurrected into quantum pieces
Taking breaths; raining Selflessness
Shocking to awareness,
forming to Feel.
Forming to Live
Breathing to understand;
being breathless to allow self
to live a life
IN Understanding
of a painted, and cried out,
Purpose.
Alleviate "Me".
Watch it unfold
In Breathlessness
of its vast structure
through the Realization
..that there is none..
[2022-07-28, 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest, Mark Toney]
Acts 14:17 (KJV) “Nevertheless he left not himself without witness, in that he did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.”
Dew drenched mornings soften the spirit’s longings,
Drowning the night in impatient dreams,
Hungry for the hope of a morning who silences the night,
With all its dark shadows, gloomy and distant,
In colors of grief and woe, hurrying through parted seas
Sprays of loneliness and melancholy,
Bleeding impressions all through the twilight’s flames,
Fireflies risking all they have to simply say,
Life is more than merely shadows and pain,
There is wonder that stills a heart’s tears with summer rain,
Gently blessing the forests, the hills, the oaks
All the stories who return light to the morning desires,
As winds whistle through the skies, goosebumps,
Trembling on the edges of a prayer,
Sent to heaven on the wings of true love,
Who knows that this is the song of a sunlight muse,
Abiding in the rhythm of heartfelt truths,
Pouring down, showers of insight and beauty,
Graceful as the sigh who breaths out yesterday’s song,
Glowing quietly on the heart who believes
Through it all, summer’s rain nurtures and prolongs,
Bleeding hope through the dreary afternoon,
Bringing a chorus of richest splendor in streams of praise,
Drizzling over the moon and sun in faded devotion,
Alive, like the gentle in a grace,
Soothing the silence and making a way
For the gladness of summer’s acclaim,
Rushing into the thunder like souls bound by faith.
When it rains in summer, the joy is abundant,
Like the all-consuming way…
Sunlight releases the day and instructs the hills to pray,
For the rain to fall, to play, but then,
Turn and walk away – just walk away…
Raining in summer colors the heart in gray,
But promises the soul it will not betray…
Where the rain falls, the sunlight follows,
Restoring the music of each song the rain will sing,
Like a heart who is famished and finds food,
Summer’s rain restores the gentle with its flow.
Summer’s rain is the answer to nature’s yearning for hope to grow.
I was born of a singularity –
A 14 billion year-old silent explosion,
Minuscule yet massive;
Unimaginably dense
I somehow expanded –
An infinite void,
Spawning colorful clouds
Of cosmic gas and dust
I was trillions of blinding stars
Collapsing and exploding,
Raining elemental sparks
Across the great expanse
I suddenly became stable,
Pressed by invisible forces;
Molten from trembling plates;
Cooled and carved by moving ice
I was synthesized in the oceans –
A hopeful spiraling helix,
Single celled and brainless,
Growing ever more complex
I was a bipedal stranger,
Learning of tools and fire;
I hunted and fished the earth,
Uttering the first of human sounds
I am the universe in deep contemplation;
I am consciousness sprung from the inanimate;
I am carbon-based collection of stardust,
United with myself in the vastness of space.
We learn to waltz and whirl through sunless spheres,
amidst the frozen frangipanis, grieving in trembling stillness……
When summer is gone and the salmon sun slumbers in its somber sanctuary,
waving silent farewells to skies glowing in apricot ink,
I steal the amber and tuscan shade of twilight
to shawl them in ballet pink, embroidered with champagne sequins.
But am I to swirl through the melted haze of mauve,
to wade through gloomy shadows befogged in dragonfly darkness,
suffocating the balmy roses within my dusky heart of crimson thistles and thorns,
like a weathered and greying garden of pixelated petals?
Yet somehow, I find colors from crestfallen leaves,
to paint my bleeding scars with singing stars.
I still ponder: if grief had a color, would it be the gold and russet hues of autumnal foliage,
or would it be the crystal blues of the ice-cold hues of winter?
Perhaps there is no metaphor or seasonal tone to depict raining black dahlias,
for the violin strings of a honeyed horizon now remain a mere memoir,
where marigold memories flow within cluttered calligraphy.
So tonight I’ll rise as the vermilion veil of the mulberry moon,
amidst the faded streaks of saffron and cinnamon clemency.
I rise from the white-wine siesta,
letting go of the serpentine songs,
like a crimson-winged dragonfly
lost in the poppy prairies of Persephone,
untangling my prisoned heart
chained by the churning
deceit of Hades’s immortal chains,
savoring pomegranate promises,
pirouetting through petrichor nirvana,
as the sky smells like a saffron rose
above the castle of emperors
dressed in fallen flowers.
Yet the diamonds sometimes are
engraved with ominous omens
and remorseless remnants,
while I return to cinnamon seclusion,
dancing to the mood of my moon.
O divine dandelion,
in your eyes I see suppressed sighs
of a splintered sunrise,
flickering balmy zephyrs of paradise,
as my soul is tied to the softness
of your delicate dusk~
like a faithful disciple,
forever following your footprints~
while velvety roots of florals
face the glows of alchemy,
amidst the array of arrows,
left as ashes of gold gone cold,
and the gracious gusts of gloaming
devouring the unscrupulous wounds
of a fragranced dawn.
I am the aching pigment
in your palette of purples,
longing for butterfly blurs
to bring me back to a
kingdom of kindness,
where I’ll forever breathe tender lilies
rinsed with wind-swept wishes.
But amidst the clusters of jewels
and raining sakura,
tonight I choose to walk with
specters of scorching stars,
allowing curves of my scarred skin
to burn from the blazing breeze
that bleeds nefarious narratives
upon the bleached borders.
So watch me waltz into the
infernal waters of the deep, bruised bay.
There I’ll write an elegy,
for the sorrow that swallowed your spirit.
I will find an anchor to pull
you back to the land of paper lanterns
as I surrender to the
haunting hues of the horizon;
the sweet sacrifice of a beloved blackbird
singing farewell in silence
to save you from the devilish underworld.
As dandelion dreams
are designed in lucid lies,
carving my essence into wintry wires
of woes and verdicts
from the
growing vines of a
villainous valley.
I feel the blackbird weep, it’s everything
I see the blackbird quiver, it’s what you bring
dreary
d a n d e l i o n
Flashing sheet lighting
Over Sydney in the distance,
Nimbus clouds grey and dark
Shaping storms existence.
Outside will soon be raining
Pouring kangaroos,
Guess people will be talking of
The weather on the news-
There’s a cow in a tree
Spiders clinging on for life,
We have a house under water and
The domestic wildlife.
Oh here it falls upon me
Cold and wet and dripping,
Hold onto your phones
We all will soon be swimming.
The sky it is soundless
Bolts of lightening firing down,
Feeling kinda safe up here
On higher sacred ground.
Am almost in the heavens
Almost in the sky,
An eagles eye view
Of umbrellas walking by.