Long Separations Poems
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Begin
by composing grandly outsized mission statements,
"To end racism, ignorance, sin."
Continue
to accept past win/lose separations,
divorces,
fragmentation
as tolerable compromises
while power-wrestling business as capitalistically, financially
and politically, socially, culturally, historically
and psychologically, individually, ego-systemically
and ecologically, tribally, communally, eco-systemically
and theologically usual competitions.
"My gospel,
self-empowering truth,
is more divinely inspired than yours."
Rather than,
"How have our diverse gospels become inherited
from past compassionate win/win
divinely inclusive,
multiculturing SacredSources?"
Conclude
with all your old right answers
and not any newly shared curious
and open questions.
"Why are we so sure/unsure
racism, ignorance, sin
are original causes of climate pathology
rather than either/or competition's symptoms
following left brain cultured dominance?"
God does time fly!
Psalms allm ssllaay yyai!
Doesn't it seem as if we have never been?
There was now another thing accepting us?
Like we were fluids?
Drunken fluids that is comparable to these standards-
eruptions!
The fault in the crust going to kill us ever after even though we don't know us-
we are decent folk
but always clone,
but where oh where to say we went home?
I know of distance and poke,
I know of wrongful god and soap,
I don't think you know though-
where the strikes at heights find lightnings to bite,
where there are stations upon their masters of relations of separations that don't adhere,
nor guide us-
live in Gobe-
central Amazon,
People finder.com for the good one's who survived...
I loved her, expected her yonder,
but became far fetched and the flogged bogger...
It was so longer than she respects-
it was faulty as the next,
and then they said let's bless this ...
How can you pray when there’s no day light
The Son
S O N
How do you love when you hurt?
And every wrong thing you ever done shows shun
Grace
G R AC E
You’ve been delivered from
But you let a little one comeback
For there’s no such thing as a little, little, little
All those little sins, are just
SINS
In the heat of separations past
In the heat of relationships
That didn’t last
In the heat of those curses
Those non instilled voices
We are in the heat of the night
Mercies eyes shine all O ver this place
My witness stands tall
Towers with amazing grace (for all-)All
When I look upon you God’s glorious
Yet in stilled I feel
The tormented soul walk
Away from me sayN they love me
As I’m walking out the door
How can you pray when there’s no day light
The Son
S O N
How do you love when you hurt?
And every wrong thing you ever done shows shun
Grace
G R AC E
How can you pray when there’s no day light
The Son
S O N
How do you love when you hurt?
And every wrong thing you ever done shows shun
Grace
G R AC E
You’ve been delivered from
But you let a little one comeback
For there’s no such thing as a little, little, little
All those little sins, are just
SINS
In the heat of separations past
In the heat of relationships
That didn’t last
In the heat of those curses
Those non instilled voices
We are in the heat of the night
6/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Under the heavy and ash-gray wing of the evening,
In the melancholic waltz of memories awakened in rains,
Through the night stretching its hand like an old bell-ringer,
Ringing the bell of departure and appearing desolate in the mirror.
A veil of sadness weaves the starry vault above,
Where the moon, in silence, watches over mortal frailties,
On this fertile earth, yes, once it was fertile,
The echo of steps disintegrates the soil in strangers and wanderers, fatefully.
Oh, sister in destiny, proud land of heroes and poets,
Now you are the stage of a tragic act divided into many separations,
The brotherhood that was said to unite us, quietly dissipates,
Oh, mother, my homeland, how we sold our hopes for silver!
The air is laden with a heavy burden of heavenly pallor,
From the fields where wheat grain by grain whispered songs to the sun,
No longer pours gold, but only regrets, thoughts that fade,
In all we try to have, the shadow of the nameless ones lingers, who.
We live, simple people, with broken nature and torn souls,
Under the sign of signatures on forgotten and voiceless papers,
We struggle between walls of indifference, singing only in the boundless,
While life drains from us, vomiting the poison of bitterness.
Peacemakers of sweet whispers, now hoarse in pain,
Apologize for an unjust curse that can no longer be washed away,
A nation born from dreams and fierce struggle, slowly fades under humiliation,
As if the ancestors were only ghosts in the heavy history.
Mad poet, who dares to write in verses an elegy,
When our house is a game, a bet lost in our own room,
Now, even the dead in stones bow in a silent prayer,
For Romania that wears the gray coat of helplessness and payment.
But do you hear the bell that separates time from immortality?
A prelude to what is to come, over everything that once crackled,
It's the evening of the last ball, where our steps are counted in stars,
From dawn, we will be only Romanians from everywhere, in an endless song of regret.
Perhaps, tomorrow – it will be desolate here, silence will speak more clearly,
And we, with hearts in chains, will start a bittersweet exile,
Farewell, lost brothers in the relentless wheel's motion,
Goodbye, motherland, I throw you a last kiss, in the wind, a farewell.
A recent addition to the poem series I started writing in 2016 for my novel " A thousand Cursed Lives". It shows the desperation our protagonist feels while trying to figure out if the girl he is imagining is real or just a fantasy.
Flowers, butterflies, sky, and stars,
All are old expressions of love
I compare thy likeness with a fresh spring
Melodies as if they are Divine, and a longing to live
Filling "the" void in my heart, ending an endless Odyssey
The explanation of my dreams and fulfillment of a prophecy
A name that is written in my destiny
Thou hold the answers to my longings and sufferings
Thou are a beautiful lie so that I can survive this miserable life
A dream too perfect to be broken by the daylight
Thee exist only in the writings of this lonely writer
With each written page, thy presence gets darker and darker
A stranger or a lover, delusion or a soulmate from heavens
All I know is that thou are with me even in my separations
There exist a hope that I will find thee somewhere in my life
The signs will make sense, tongue will speak and thy shall be mine
In a world where I have written poems of a thousand forms
I choose thee as the lyrics of my eternal song
But there is a story incomplete I don't want to end
If I finish thee up, how will this broken heart of mine ever mend
The formality of it stings.
“How are you?”
Delivered with a self-conscious courtesy and
a poverty of emotion
calculated to immediately keep
me at arm’s length,
fencing herself in.
There was a time when this
same greeting would
have been prefixed with a
velvet-soft “hey” and saturated with
a low hum of closeness
that instantly muted the world around us,
drawing me inside the fence with her,
accompanied by a slackening
of features and posture,
as if the short separations
demanded by work and
other humdrum inconveniences
of daily life were
reluctant journeys,
and home was wherever
I happened to be.
The piano player in a corner of the bar,
as if sensing the intrusion of
something buried into the world of the living,
the chance encounter of
present with its past,
is now, with a mischievous glint in his eye,
playing the kind of
slow, tinkling jazz tune that,
echoing from many nights past,
is freighted
with a desolation of angels.
We're talking like fugitives fleeing our own shadows,
the plastic pleasantries we exchange
a cover-up,
every word the coded equivalent of
“don’t go there”,
slow dancing
without touching.
Too soon, or too late,
we decide it’s time to put an end to the past-present,
like two estranged parents enforcing an
early curfew on former versions of themselves.
While we're walking away from each other,
the piano notes waft like wayward stars
through the door of the bar,
trailing two ghosts who are,
behind our backs,
eloping into the night.
Concluded
A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 3 concluded.
.
My mother Late Rajrani Kapoor devoted her whole life,
for the love and care of her husband,
My most wonderful father (Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor)
Who had given her more pains of separations,
then the flowers of happiness as life companion,
As my father had sacrificed even his studies and
other comforts of life
For the sake of India’s freedom struggle
On the call of Mahatma Gandhi. 11
.
Suddenly I heard as if, the Koyal had left
That tree shade and had flew away
to some other tree
To continue her melody but
Without leaving any mark of her,
wonderful singing on the tree or anywhere
I realized that, no epitaph would ever be made
In the honour of
Such wonderful songs of Koyal
Similarly, no epitaph would ever be made
For all such wonderful freedom struggle workers
Like my mother,
Who silently contributed the best possible for her
For the sake of her motherland. 12
Ravindra K Kapoor
12th may 2019
motto of the Queen ('God and my right').
Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.
Joy to the world,the Queen like lady is come.
Let Earth Receive her Queen like lady Aliza.
Star OH Star
The Star is showing us way
Angels are singing worship songs
Heaven is Humming
Because Queen has come!!
Merry Christmas to you.
Merry Christmas to you.
All the Prophecies of the Prophets
Have to come to their fulfillment
Look God & Human's
Separations have come to an end!!!
Look at the Creator of this universe
Have come into the Manger
She has saved all By Become Human Like us.
Then why not our heart be Merry
Everyone is smiling & singing
Heaven is Humming
Because Queen of Queens have come!!
The Glory of Heaven Woman is unique
She is Essence of God.
She is Perfect Human
She is Perfectly God Gifted Woman.
God Bless Her
Entire universe is resting in her!!
She came to save her people herself
She came to set human beings in sorrow free
She came to take all to the heavenly place
She is the Savior Maryam of all humankind
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
Merry Christmas to you.
Merry Christmas to you.
Merry Christmas to you.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
There's always room for
Thoughtfulness, empathy and care.
Don't take relationships for granted;
Separations can occur.
As we've seen, this can be sudden
Can impact deeply on our life.
Never forget each day how much
You love your parents, children, husband, wife...
Keep your faith alive and strong
Or else one day you won't believe.
Keep your goals in focus,
Never doubt you can achieve.
Remember to say, " Thank you! "
To the ones who touch your heart.
Contribute to unity.
Don't let society split apart.
Keep in mind the many blessings
That our Father does bestow.
Cherish precious memories,
Don't be quick to let them go.
All of this we can succeed
If each and every day
We do all we can to improve ourselves
And live a better way.
Don't let depression conquer you.
Yes. YOU have the strength to win!
Let your true colours shine,
Your heart burn bright...
Let a better year begin!
Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free