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Siege by time subdued by repetition. Echoes of Enchantment calling through the sub waves of sub conscience. Opposition inside intuition all the while oblivious in walls of time. The absurd undertones of life, is just a chaos formula with calculations of perfection. With controlled slide inside the wasteland. Intriguingly feeding the f*cking disease by fixated eyes of the observer. Directed by expressions of dementia. Troubadour direct and to find a relentless combination of words. Another coordinated family born and joined beside one another again. As everlasting as the universe. Love's stronger diamonds, loyalty living on just like a Viking love living through eons of rebirth. As everlasting as the universe expressions direct dimensions from dementia defined by intentionally designed by the emotive one.
Propriety
belongs to a
society
as dignity
sings my song strong
individuality
Both benign
characteristics
earned right through
win/win wellness statistics
comparing
individualistic
flawed integrity
of Othering patristics.
Improperly colonizing
militarized monoculturing
choosing bitter
unbetter capitalizing
A worn down path
of ZeroSum assumptionizing
improper wealth baptizing baths
of undignified conclusions
unholy rising
Directed by a demonic god
weak and/or promiscuous
slatternly sinful goddesses
Eating Earth's own children
when Her Consort's favorite book
calls for religious recipe looks
of meaty mighty
sacrificial ingredients, cooked
For at least comparatively improper
social climate change
and oppositionally degenerative
personal political
lack of win/win gain
Integral knowledge
of which comes first,
propriety of worshipping Earth's
sacred ecosystemic birth
or healthing dignity
of individual bursts
into enlightening constellations
and empowering corporations
and health wealthing cooperations
for polyculturing climax peace,
resonant rebirth.
Earth health and safety
already pre-supposes sensory
dignified Mother propriety
v patriarchally improper memory
of a nationalistic society
rather bicamerally unbalancing
would-be patriots
of universally viral health integrity
Of and for healing
win/lose ZeroSum fractured stealing
from win/win Futures holistic
not not ZeroZone revealing
appropriately integrative
double negative
holy holistic co-relatives
of individuals socially sensitive
to EarthJust dignity reweaving
propriety redeeming
resonance restoring
Compassion's mind-invested work
and heart-infested
operatic passion play
singing through each reworked day
and nights of silent
holy
misty stay.
In a universe, ablaze with color, so vivid and profuse,
Exist hues of boundless spectrum, in a kaleidoscopic muse.
Galaxies twirl in distant realms, adorned with stellar light,
Painting the cosmic canvas, in the eternal, enchanting night.
Stars, like glowing brush strokes, dot the infinite expanse,
Igniting tales of time and matter, in an astral, majestic dance.
Comets, with tails of iridescent glow, streak through the spatial field,
Adding streaks of brilliant white, to the universal shield.
Nebulae, the cosmos’ blossoms, in pink and azure bloom,
Cradling stars within their folds, in a celestial, nurturing womb.
Black holes, veiled in mystery, and cloaked in the unseen,
Draw all into their silent depth, a void, serene and clean.
Planet Earth, our verdant home, a palette rich and wild,
Bears blues of tranquil oceans, upon the canvas, gently styled.
Emerald of rustling leaves, and browns of the fertile earth,
Reflect the myriad of lives and dreams, constantly in rebirth.
In this cosmic artistry, where every speck of dust contains,
Histories of universe’s birth, and of celestial, distant plains,
We find ourselves as artists, with palettes to create,
Our own vibrant tapestries, in the canvas of our fate.
May we paint with love and kindness, with hues of peace and grace,
Adorning every moment, in the time and space we trace.
And gaze upon the universe, with wonder, love, and awe,
Understanding in its vastness, a beauty without flaw.
In the infinite palette, where stars and souls ignite,
Let’s paint our stories boldly, in this boundless, eternal night.
In the masterpiece of existence, let our lives be a vibrant thread,
Creating patterns of love and joy, in the cosmic tapestry spread.
Ten Poems
1 Autumn Royal
Energy of life and brilliance of colors
2 Moon Harvest
Farmers’ song in splendor of moonlight cricket sounds
3 Monarch Butterfly
Elegant fragility and fearlessness of the monarch of the sky
4 Mismatch
Complexity of human psyche in smiling while crying
5 Midnight Sun
Journey of scorned heart to rebirth of love
6 You
A song of gratitude to love
7 Wake up and Sing
Sadness of fading youth with promise of rebirth
8 Change
The end is the beginning: Be surprised
9 Carnation and Roses
Maturity of love embracing thorn with rose of love
10 Garden hose
Funny poem for cats’ lovers
Third Place: Line Gauthier-10 Poems-5/24/20
To my most Beloved, Lenore: This is Not really Good-Bye.
You are my Heart, Forever More: The salty TEARS, I Cry.
I’ll put you in a Golden Shrine, Deep inside my Heart.
Keeping the Vow I made to You: We shall Never part.
LENORE; your poetry is still with Me, Deep within my Mind.
I found another Poetess, like you Her eyes are Green.
After reading all Her poems; Long lost Feelings I did find.
I envision what SHE looks like, though I have Never Seen.
I read HER works and my Heart starts beating, BEATING FAST.
HER words of LOVE and LIFE;I heard, are words from a Distant PAST.
LENORE: YOU know I’ll love YOU until my Dying Day.
But now I found Another: I will slowly move Away.
I’m moving into Happiness; It’s there I want to Stay.
Until Our souls entwine Again, Upon the Judgment DAY.
Dedicated to JILL MARTIN
...Now human cloning is always borderline,
but it this case all agreed to it, fast,
a chance to disprove a major religion,
what academic would pass up that?
A good many of them seemed rather glad,
but they all agreed to do this in secret,
they had to be sure, and were not there yet.
They took the DNA, and a donor egg,
in the artificial womb they both went,
a new machine the size of a van,
that, ironically, many thought heaven-sent,
since it had brought abortion to an end.
A device that had saved so many lives…
now used to disprove all religion’s ‘lies.’
About a year in the child looked like
a small boy, somewhere around six years old.
one day Pete looked in, and felt uncertain,
had for a while, if the truth be told,
and said to Tom, who by now felt quite bold,
“I know you are smart, have lots of degrees,
but have you really thought what this might unleash?”
“It will final show superstitious folk
that no deity will ever be real,”
said Tom as if talking to a child,
“And that with facts and reason they must deal,
and that the world does not care how they feel.”
Pete sighed and said, “How have you gone so far
without knowing people, what we really are?”
Tom just scowled at the janitor’s words,
then he snapped back,”Aren’t you on the clock?”
He didn’t say more, didn’t get him fired,
as a worker he was solid as a rock,
but like most men had a head like a block.
Tom refocused on the task before him,
another year passed, they prepared to go in.
Thanks to advances in technology,
growth in DNA they could accelerate,
which means in two years Tom’s people had grown
what took a normal person two decades,
though they could not, in this way, educate.
So what came out would be a large baby,
and not some living god, all people would see.
They were planning a big reveal next week,
but for Tom that just wasn’t soon enough,
he’d put so much effort in this project,
put in long hours, done the media stuff,
he wanted to see the results so much…
He went in late one night while Pete cleaned the room,
and boldly opened the Artificial Womb...
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth." Quote by Constance La France
The days are shorter and darker
The air is crisp and sometimes dank
Flowers are wilted and some decayed
The lawn’s brown and frayed
Fall has devoured all summer blooms
Gone are the colors and perfumes
The leafless trees, become barren and stark
Bees, butterflies are sparse
Chipmunks are busy hoarding nuts
As squirrels steal seeds for their nests
Hummingbirds sip the last of their nectar
To start migrating south
Hydrangea's bright blooms all turn brown
Bulbous flowers fall to the ground
Gardens stop delivering their bounty
Nature's sleepy and rests
Winter blankets the ground with snow
Now Spring has arrived and will sing
It’s whimsical song of rebirth and growth
Nature rejoices with joy
Another storm;
Has passed and gone;
The torrent rainstorm;
Has blossomed…
And in the night;
Lost in the darkness;
Happiness, bliss lightening storms
And Jesus calls out
Come out of the rain
Come out of the storm
Come out of the darkness
Into His marvelous light
Come into the light
Another death;
Has passed and gone;
But yet have they died or just went home;
Has passed from dark to light…
Gone on home to God and Christ;
Lost in the darkness;
Happiness, bliss lightening storms
Been rebirth, remade whole;
Once was lost but now found
In the presents of Jesus and God
And Jesus calls out
Come out of the rain
Come out of the storm
Come out of the darkness
Into His marvelous light
Come into the light
And Jesus calls out come out the rain
Dry yourselves off and be born again;
And Jesus calls out come out the rain
Dry yourselves off and be born again;
And Jesus calls out come out the rain
Dry yourselves off and be born again;
9/13/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
In the abyss of a heavy silence, I feel like an anchor weighing down dreams,
And the world seems an atlas that no longer knows how to bend me towards heights.
I call tenderly for shadows that can permeate me, a sublime rebirth,
To pour into me a new life, transfigured, with meanings finely woven in time's girth.
I create connections, carving in dawn and twilight, gems of colored light,
A string of pearls gracefully fallen from the necklace of eternity;
My words are archipelagos isolating the heart, without shackling it tight,
And it's a love that deeply refuses any dusk, calling for endless unity.
That smile stretching arches of stars across my darkened night,
Every unseen promise that soaks my desire to drink from the day's blue might.
A murmur, a chant, a hush of an echo to revitalize me
When the world crumbles, and my smile is lonesome, a shield for tranquility.
Her laughter, a choir of light flickering in the night of my troubled soul,
A gentle caress I encounter unbeknownst, a blessing in disguise, whole.
That voice, a balm emanating from the core of silence, the breeze that softly strokes,
In this somber setting that surrounds me, as the world distills its venomous pokes.
Seeking that embrace, an inner sun that never sets,
Even when it's absent from my outstretched palm, scorching my retinas.
A whisper rearranging the pieces of my inner universe,
A peace rediscovered, a hesitant step on the path to a potential Eden diverse.
And still I run, choosing to flee from the peace after which my soul roamed,
Refusing the smooth bed where angels lay me down, but my blood is not homed.
When love is welfare and illusion, it’s not left for fate to disperse,
And what is true doesn't subtract from my essence, if it’s destined to immerse.
A sign, a line on palms, or an accidental fate betwixt unanswered queries?
How can a fragment of the unknown become the center of existence in a world of flurries?
I hope only it does not fade, does not become a phantom whisked by the evening breeze stealth,
Sometimes it's a grace to know, other times, the cosmos decides to slide into the heart of loss's wealth.
When Nature finally awakens,
one needs to stop as the perplexed ravens,
and watch fragile butterflies dance...
celebrating the beauty of the radiant Heavens.
The flowers that we touched in recent dreams,
are awaiting for rain as they sway in fields of gold,
dreaming of nighttime glimmering with moonbeams...
will the moon's breath keep them as warm as yellow marigold?
When Nature finally awakens,
and snow melts turning into rivers,
follow them and discover new amazing things...
from blooming hills to harmonious plains.
Stare at the star-lit sky and ponder over this mystery:
since creation nothing has ever changed...
we see it as others have and be part of that reality:
feeling its profundity and be persuaded.
When Nature finally awakens,
our low spirits become sprightly and new;
it's rebirth can induce more thrills...
why not be adventurous and sparkle as dew?