Long Relaxed Poems
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Watch me twirl around
(twirl around, twirl around)
kick dirt up off the ground
(off the ground, off the ground)
living in the country...
that's how I get down
(get down, get down)
walking down the dirt roads
so relaxed, so simple
grass cut so clean
my friends throwing mud
pies at me...
Watch me twirl around
(twirl around, twirl around)
kick dirt up off the ground
(off the ground, off the ground)
living in the country...
thats how I get down
(get down, get down)
repeat2x;
a flock of butterflies flying
I see the flowers blooming
so many animals roaming
I feel volcanoes erupting
Watch me twirl around
(twirl around, twirl around)
kick dirt up off the ground
(off the ground, off the ground)
living in the country...
thats how I get down
(get down, get down)
Let’s sit for a while like children -
It’s circle time, criss-cross applesauce,
Close your eyes in repose, no touching.
Let us gather for a while with eyes closed,
Shutting out the world’s noise -
All of God’s children, no words.
First in quiet repose as calm music plays -
No media, no reporters, no death -
All of God’s children.
All of the skin colors, no touching.
No one knows who sits by their side -
Just calm, relaxing.
Sounds of a heartbeat play, a
Newborn song, beating in time -
Through arteries and veins.
We are all the same, relaxed and tame.
No one’s losing their life nor their mind -
When it’s time, you grab a hand -
No peeking, feeling the warmth of
Your neighbor, the love -
All God’s children want and desire.
You rise to your feet, take a breath
Open your eyes, feel the light
Receive a hug from left then right.
Remember this picture, the sigh
Of relief, the genuine love -
Let’s begin this world anew!
Just a matter of fact
I have been tattered and torn and waxed
Covered in shame
My guilt is to blame
Made the wrong choices
Listen to me the one hidden voices
Those that says and I have accepted my wrong choices
That I belong to Satan married to him
Trapped in the dark no more REPENTED and divorced him
I have retracted repented that I mentioned
Cross the tracks
I am now relaxed
I have found my true purpose on Earth again
Repented and now I see the light
I'll come out
Out the dark
With no place to walk
I not rise
I fly toward Heaven's sky
I am sworn birth and born again
I Rise
I fly
No longer do I cry
Wiping the tears from my eyes
I Rise
Toward the skies
I fly
I Rise
I fly to heaven's shore
4/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
watching the planes go by in an open field
a glass of cherry apple cider in my left hand
my thoughts are on nothing
life is on hiatus in my mind
i have a week off
it feeling awfully good doing nothing
i am wishing that she was here, but she chose him
now i am joined by her, and her smile matures me so as she takes it all in
in her right hand, i bottle of water, blueberry flavored
her head is rested on my shoulder
her hand is relaxed and intertwined in mine
i am fully awakened as is her
another planes goes by
elvis costello writes the book everyday as we give a new beginning another look
as of now, this chapter requires no bookmark
a sweet, fruit tinged kiss, i believe, is mandatory
life is a grassy magic carpet ride dream come true
The Dance
A melodious tune imbues the room,
Seducing my love and me to bloom;
Her arms around my neck embrace,
And mine enclasp about her waist.
Cheek to cheek, we press and caress;
Step and slide, while holding our breath.
Over each other’s shoulder, we glance;
Attached and relaxed in love and romance.
Fervently, our hearts pulsate and frash,
Delightfully smitten and unabashed.
Melded together in a rhythmic sway,
By candlelight beam, we dance away.
Intoxicating smell and tender touch,
Gentle the song we cherish so much,
And silently pray for the moment to last,
In three-four metre as time swirls past.
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Note:
Frash (from the Urban Dictionary): A combination of the words fresh and awesome. To be frash is to be cool and relaxed and keepin’ it awesome. “Keep it frash.”
As you walk through this misted valley,
and discover a haze, everything here surreal,
you hear a voice, one out of faerie;
question what you believe to be real.
At a loss for words, but compelled to obey,
you sit, relaxed, and begin to contemplate;
faces appear, wild and fey,
it is you who they beckon and await.
You close your eyes in response to their call -
do not be deceived by how things appear.
Walk with us, here in our hall,
the domain of the timeless, a world without fear.
You let your mind wander, following your guides,
and hear from within a multitude of thoughts;
locked inside for so long, where emotion resides,
they seek their release; untie these dark knots.
You strive and struggle, but to no avail.
No, brash one! That is not the way;
here in our land, with fire you will fail -
it is only through peace that you shall win the day.
At tranquility, you make a valiant attempt,
and find yourself slipping away;
hesitant, you draw back, thinking to preempt
your loss; but: over you, only you hold sway.
You steel yourself and try once more,
this time ready for the separation;
you find distance from society's roar.
There, quickling; you have found trouble's abdication.
Activity is so prevalent in this rushed world of ours,
we run to and fro, always in a hurry,
trying to hide the pain and the scars;
and our lives slip away in a frenzy and flurry.
Sometimes we must step back from our lives,
from these overly busy days and weeks;
allow those calm moments on which reflection thrives,
the solitude that the spirit seeks.
For Timothy Lee, the best of me
Meeting you was my ultimate life lift.
Loving you is my cherished, precious gift.
Your unique ways still dizzy me love high.
Just as yesteryear, passion plumps my sigh.
My first sight of you bounced feel in my chest.
Each year grows my passion atop loves crest.
Home moments of couple-ness stay my bliss.
No ache endures past the cure of your kiss.
We always could and do discuss all things.
Our talks grow and bond us in word-warm springs.
Laughter often aches both our ribs at night.
Even now, our love enhances its light.
From the start, you called me pretty and hot.
Time has not changed your praise a single jot.
With you, my all is relaxed in our share.
To show you love remains my joyous care.
How rare the wonder of day’s end with you!
Night time snuggling eases life's hits anew.
Our same heat reaches feverish embrace.
May our bond always fail as common place.
... CayCay
September 9, 2018
My way (edited)
the three famous tenors sang, MY-Way
the fat one died, and the two others
hates each other
never appear in public together
One looks like an aging matinee idol
the other
suffers from being mobbed at school, looks
scared, has nightmares, and often takes to tears
I still like Frank Sinatra's version looks
relaxed, sings with clear diction
like a man going home after a night in a bar
Alas, he is also dead
My- Way is about human hubris,
we think we are masters of our destiny
but we blow along
where the wind, like autumn, leaves on an asphalt
of fortune takes us.
Thinking back (can afford to)
I never got a thing
my way just as good, I could not handle winning
the highest price, it would make me feel absurd
Yet, I dance tango in Buenos Aires
54 years ago, the applause still rings,
in my ears
First Flight
Cedarwood frame and canvas kite,
Made at home with purpose flight.
Blustery day on pastured ground,
Early reluctance now skyward bound.
The tug is strong and pulling hand,
Resilient aircraft takes command.
My feet have risen from their base,
Clasping tight, wind in my face.
Physics dictate this cannot be,
Two metres off the ground maybe three.
Release the strings ‘fore it’s too late,
Holding on might seal my fate.
I should have bailed at first chance,
Rising 100 feet in an ariel dance.
Drop into the reservoir down below,
But cannot swim so that’s a no.
Southwest zephyr increasing pace,
Could I disappear to outer space.
Green fields and river fleeting by,
Farmyard cattle greeting hi.
Sailing onwards summer breeze,
Over houses and oakwood trees.
Relaxed and tranquil is my mind,
Meandering lanes of privet lined.
Outcry voices “come down you fool”
Hullabaloo aside St Joseph school.
No strategy placed how I might land,
Safety first I hadn’t planned.
Crashed near summit Pendle Hill,
Slightly bruised but breathing still.
Box kite broken beyond repair,
Its final flight ends in despair.
On reflection perhaps a dream
A cry for help or inward scream
A lot depends how you perceive.
Personally, this experience I believe.
*Image of Morning Rise by Giphy.
Spirited Gestures
Cast restlessness about the wind,
That toss and empty leaves from trees,
The autumn season sees them thinned,
A tingling sense of breathing squeeze,
Be auburn reds hint golden scene,
Like royal robes and crowning queen.
Genteel polish a crystal shine,
Oblige passage involving wake,
Luster beckons whispering shrine,
A pristine call edges a lake,
Mindful ears recognize courses,
Coming wafts like thirsty horses.
Slight Boreas push chills a bit,
Zephyrus cut short, warms again,
A tit for tat that never quit,
The disturbed rest till strength regain,
Nature takes heed and nothing more,
Benumbed deep down within its core.
Relaxed lay calm felt now surrounds,
Idling base fresh breezes fill,
Perianths rise and fall on grounds,
Prompts unfailing the currents spill,
Unseen traces the length of thee,
Forces abound heaven's decree.
2022 September 28
*8th Place*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 September 28
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