Long Retinal Poems
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Spotted black, crouching low,
Approaching silent,very slow,
Large big eyes,spot him quick,
Race for life! Eyes click click!
Soaring high, measured round,
focussed search on the ground,
Talons poised for a sharp pick,
bunny dodges! Eyes Click, click!
Hooded hiss a deadly charmer,
Forked tongue, venom streamer,
Smooth, soft, and shining slick,
A Flying lizard! Eyes click click!
Sculpted beauty on the cat walk,
Whispers, whistles, it’s fashion talk,
Shutter speed and aperture trick,
A glorious shot! Camera click click!
A black box with a hole and lens,
Retinal screen with light balance,
man made camera size of a brick,
God’s tiny creation! Eyes win click!
Written 14/May/ 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Shutter speed poetry contest
i...t'was just outside, um...
with a camera's eye
on glistening snow trails
colored rainbow by setting sun
what the eye hides means...
for both retinal and brain cells time
has evolve(d) an innate self-protecting
system with limits seen as a 'shut-down'
'hence caution means proper-technology only'...
a self-adjusting camera and film that
may be used for science and a computer
to balance the brightness of red and blue and't
"a blackness space-patch appers a 'window' in a blue-sky..."
the sun appears a very close star in a blackened
circular-space seen by adjustable camera lens and film
it looks like a giant moon is too close (like in star-trek some
times an empty space appears in the middle anywhere)
stan sand
(caution: do not try without proper equipment; you'll go blind)
Sometimes you can hide yourself in a mirror
Not everything’s revealed within its glimmer
What you see is only your outer reflection
You’re only looking at lights reverse deflection
Your eye’s look forward but only see back
It’s truly an optical mirage, a reflective façade
Sometimes there are lies in the reflection
Walls that are built to provide you protection
Like makeup used to cover flaws and cracks
Hiding blemishes and limiting the attacks
Paradoxes of light, a brightness that is dimmer
Illuminating the truth, obscuring the grimmer
Sometimes the truth is only seen as fraud
When your outer skin hides what is inside
Mirrors are unique as they capture misdirection
Curved paths of light are only retinal projections
Images presented to the world may never lack
But they may not represent a faithful track
Sometimes a reflection is defined by the shimmers
Of the underlying image like candlelight that flickers
Giving up truths behind the lies seen by refraction
In a mirror’s view when you are open to inspection
Less defined by vision compared to the abstract
Of what is promised to your soul through God’s contract
My eyes ache hard in a steady throb
A retinal crack…a nagging sob
I crave the words and lines which flow
The pain reminds me to take it slow
I reach for verses sharp and bright
My vision blurs and dims the light
The poems wait just out of view
Frustration sharp but it’s nothing new
I rest my eyes, breathe and wait
Hoping the ache will dissipate
I close my book and set it down
Still the words spin around
It stings to stop and hurts to pause
A love held back by stubborn flaws
Poetry is kind and will wait for me
Even if sometimes it’s hard to see
I take a break to heal and breathe
The words are there if I believe
Fleeting poetic lines I chase
I'll write again at my own pace
As I chase the wind;
the rain begins;
as the sun shines on my face;
and I have no space;
Got nowhere to hide, nowhere to run;
Must stand, must take hold of his hands;
for in his hands he hold a gun
he'll lead and I will...
follow, shallow my pride;
He's right here, right here by my side;
must not run after the sun;
For every man's someone's son;
this is a new day dawn;
as I chase the wind the rain stills;
As I pop the pills;
my pains still rages...
the sun shines on my face;
and I have, haven't gotten a place;
a place to hide;
a place to abide;
so this I decide;
I shouldn't have lied...
got nowhere to run;
still being treated by the man with a gun;
what's this in his side;
what's on his mind, my thoughts are not on him;
why does he grin;
this is genocide;
yet I still must hide;
I'm yet on the Lords side;
why do you cry. . .
got no where to hide, nowhere to run;
must stand, must take hold of his hands;
the man with the gun;
must stand he'll lead I will follow, yet I'll follow the one who follows the Son;
can't you feel it?
as it dons on me;
I've been given a sweet relief;
grass is growing, rains falling down;
My hands are lifted up as my praises coming down;
My God, my God, Jesus shall lead me;
out of my distress;
For only Him and I know that I am blessed;
as I chase the wind, the rain begins;
as the sun shines on my face;
and I have no space;
got nowhere to hide, none place to run;
got rain all over my face;
must stand and face the sun;
as it's burning my retinal;
I have eyes but yet I can't see it must be victory;
as I chase the wind I've been given release I've got the
victory
06/17/74
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee
From demo cassette & album "The Word May End Tomorrow" 1974, 2017(c)
Lending eyesight past the retinal lens.
Seeking the sight through
the light of a looking glass.
Our home star shines through the parted clouds lay above.
Dauntless gamut, the drum is destructive by force.
Seeing the colors of healing in perfect tune.
Harbinger night terrified in horrifying hums.
Sat the same way across, open mouth absorbing what she can't.
Long time coming to triumphant horned brass.
Blearing these praises cross simple landscape paintings.
The trill of the ringing without the slightest bit of hearing.
Loathing no other in this decorative world.
Hurling the self down through a whirlwind turmoil.
Cascading down the eye of Neptune.
A resemblance jauntily bouncing, striking true ranging trident as if javelin.
The melon yellow sun, burns through
the winter forest,
backlighting it in shades of gray and mauve,
causing retinal flashes;
impeding the forward progress of traffic.
Car headlights, string out across the vista
of days end, like reminders of Christmas past.
Red tails flare, as the iron horses baulk
at fallen limbs, left by the last winter storm.
The air is heavy with
the monsters mechanical breath.
And, within the belly of the beast,
behind their lensed lids, condensation forms.
Frost, smeared by the fingers
of its symbiotic masters,
make the lifeless quadrupeds appear myopic,
As they rush frantically forward into
the on coming night.
twist of the wrist,
jingle of glass bangles,
a play of light,
kaleidoscope of colours!
patterns of bright reflections,
each different from another,
and never ever the same!
a garden of flowers,
a forest of autumnal trees,
orchard of oranges,
a basket of apples,
pouting red lips,
smiling pink faces,
tearful black eyes,
shades of emotions,
who makes these?
golden crimson sunset,
silver cloud on full moon,
white birds in blue sky,
unending stretch of green meadows
cerulean mountains with snow peak,
red beaked green parrots,
the pink flamingos,
a myriad of colours,
in depths of oceans,
fish among corals,
deadly undulating jelly,
speckled sea snakes,
each colour a language,
each movement a sign,
every vision a gift,
a magic of retinal display!
what hand holds,
twists this kaleidoscope?
Premier contest winner (10)
Written 18/08/2021
Kaleidoscope poetry competition
Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsored
Free verse
The world spins kaleidoscopic, a whorl of color in revolt.
Oceans quake malleable, molding into fissures of tectonic hunger,
ravaging the deep, stirring the primal need depressing
populations’ unseen to the denizens of land, disregarded in man’s wake.
From the diatom, to the whale, from the single cell to the open hand
from the sun, to the stars, to the mushroom bomb, we’ve light.
Within the orb of eye, retinal flares of light,
an inside-out, upside-down, yin and yang revolution
juxtaposing wealth with poverty, as throngs rise asking for hand
outs, aching with a human need to know, hungering.
Childhood has ended, the tell-tale snake does wake.
Death’s rattle will subside, as the head eats the tail of depression.
Communication will become the global antidepressant.
Natives in aboriginal huts and Inuit in igloos will see the light.
There will be no holding back the tide for hand in hand, each cell wakes.
No longer can knowledge be withheld. “Phone home,” a revolutionary
cry, the tit will not be ripped from the lips of hungering
humanity, the tyrant and the saint juxtaposed, their time at hand.
Instant communication, shall scrape the barnacles of blight handily.
The stroke of finger tip to key shall depress
and ignorance will flee, freeing the hungry
for the way out ,the way up, the key, light-heartedly
heads bowed in prayer, we shall revolt.
Let tyranny be eaten, and righteousness wake.
On the egg of earth, we float in celestial wakes.
Solar tides stir the shards of glass raising death’s hand.
Round and round the top spins each revolution
forced by the pumping thump of rods depressed
rods magnetized and charged with lightening
for we all hunger.
Each evolution a revolution, each thirst quenched brings new hunger.
Repression will never depress the desire to wake,
nor, will the fisted hand ever bring the light.
In a kingdom full of perspectives
Much I marveled the ideal principle
Deep into that darkness hunching
Vision - tormentor of my dreams
When I thought of the Vision
~
I heard a designing, happy dreaming
Of binoculars that are mainstreaming
I had dreamed of storms screaming
The light seemed happy streaming
~
Deep into that darkness fretting
I crave the puzzled, preliminary prevue
All my soul within me besetting
Ahh, the beautiful, colorful rainbow view
Deep into that darkness buffering
And the preview never frosting
~
Iris, retinal, view if you see this
I’m sure you do
Panavision multicolored reality decision
And the preview never frosting-vision
4/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©