Long South Poems
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A great tumult has occurred in the sea
agitated waves tussle and brawl in the sea
A sea, whose waters are parted,
parted by a swarming multitude of beasts, and one Great Beast
Beast, I advise you, there is a King, a Star in the Day
riding upon a white horse, Eminent and August
August and Purposed was His way
sword in hand, fetters in one
One, without uncertainly, He rode toward the sea
and with certainty His strike was dealt
Dealt, the waters were parted
by means of one blow all the beasts were smite
Smitten, all but one, the Lord of the beasts
the Daystar turned his strength to the Great Beast
The Beast, skilled and adept, was struck with one articulation
not with a song of death as its intent, but a rebuking
Rebuked, so it might not agitate the waters
fettered, so it could not provoke the sea
See now, the waters were parted
the bodies of which were two
Two parts, divided by the Daystar’s blow
one to the south and toward the north was one
One, agitated, heavy with salt, and broad as elapsed dreams
the North, tranquil and fresh. just adequate to chalice in the palms
Palms firm, the King turned His day heat to the south
and the waters evaporated, so that only pillars of salt remained
Remaining, the Daystar blessed his radiance on the North
with palms the King cupped the unsullied waters
Waters in hand He tossed them into the desiccated earth
and the waters revitalized the salted land in support of the King
And the King continued to shed light on the waters for a thousand years
for a millennium, the earth blossomed.
Blossomed for a time, a time, times five hundred times
after which, the fetters would be loosed
A barren land is thirsty for rain
Its dry sands can’t yield any grain
The ground printed with bare footmarks
And a soldier boot prints in their tracks
Famine was signalised by a beautiful sign
The innocence of a bright and cloudless blue sky
Under it they pray to the gods to make the clouds weep
As their water wells ebb down into sips
Tears fall more frequently than rain
Sinking into the hot arid terrain
The wind whistles by without moisture
It blows past them carrying away their prayers
They look to the skies for humanitarian manna
To the same sky they look out and dread the gunners
The land the poor till for survival
Is the land on which the rich kill for minerals
Women and their babies live their fighting men behind
Asylum lies beyond the unknown borderlines
Their land is just a name and memory, home is no more
A place they came from, now in the claws of famine and war
Dedication: To the struggle for peace in South Sudan
I am history you insidious people!
by definition I have happened and I have passed.
You cannot erase my memories…for my influence is vast.
People know what happened!
Your attempts to ignore me is barbaric and misbegotten.
People know what happened!…and people talk…
therefore…I shall never be forgotten.
I am books you ignorant people!
I am written to make you think, to make you angry…to inspire.
Any attempt to burn or ban me will ultimately backfire.
People will remember words they’ve read.
Your attempts to remove them is barbaric and misbegotten.
My words will be re-written…therefore…they shall never be forgotten.
I am free speech you fools!
I originate in the minds of people from the East, West, North and South.
Do you think you can stop my mind from thinking just because you close my mouth?
Your attempts to take away my speech is barbaric and misbegotten.
Because I refuse to wear your muzzle…hence…my words will never be forgotten.
Yes…I am history, I am books, I am free speech!
Your attempts to ignore me…to ban me…to silence me…
will always be barbaric and misbegotten.
Because…In spite of these attempts I shall endure…
and I shall be remembered……
long after you have been forgotten.
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
Somewhere I hear Earth's ever ticking clock
Emptying the grains of Summers’ sandy seas
Parting from birds flying South in flocks
Time for leaves to fall from ancient trees
Eldritch bare branches stretch twisted in the cold
Memories like magic spells wafting on the breeze
Buoyant leaves flutter by in rich hues of red and gold
Energetic, pink cheeked, flannel shirt and comfy jeans
Relaxing by the fire spitting sparks
Friends scorching tongues on creamy, hot cocoa
Another ghost story please in the dark
Laughing when we scream at the scarecrow
Later the sun says it's begun as earlier the moon has come
Soak in the chill and unique feel of Autumn
The Appalachia World Championship Genre
is a newly researchable entity that along
with the collaborations of many people look
to meet the concerns of millions by developing
a community that will expand from the
American South East into South Eastern Canada.
The company will aspire to collaborate with companies
to help people in need and for generations of people
to come.Because of the simplicity of involvement.
They proposed and challenged the new development of
certain areas to create interest. Were as
and Along with the following. Recreation of usage of
sawdust. The teaching of renewable usage of the commercial
product sawdust. Developing a plan to make sawdust
bricks and store them so that a large amount of the product
can be evaluated for commercial usage.A large supply to
be used in areas were poverty limits.
But clothes and manufacturing new foods. Making and Moving
forward in the effords to improve. From Improvement to fazing.To brag about our past to look to a bragable future. Creating the Best to faze into
better, and safer.
The company will champion these causes and represent these interest.
The Chorest Era of belonging. Pride and Perfection. Making best due
with what we have to accomadate a new tommorrow.
Not to be ignorant of a persons present condition and state it as a way of avoiding becoming like that.
Sometimes a song can take me back
Make my memories come alive
To a time when love was a way of life
And families struggled to survive
Sometimes I get a little mellow
When I listen to an old love tune
And dream of days long gone
How they passed by too soon
Sneaking my first cigarette
I don’t think that I was ten
And listening to the AM radio
While the Kalin Twins sang “When”
We grew up with real music
That helped us bear our heavy load
When Gogi sang “The Wayward Wind”
And Mitchum told us about “Thunder Road”
Sometimes when I’m down, I think about the past
And a different way of life
I’ll listen to Lloyd sing about “Stagger Lee”
Or Bobby relate the tale of “Mack The Knife”
There were a lot of question and a lot of answers
Some were wrong and some were right
Like “Does Your Chewing Gum Lose it’s Flavor
On the Bed Post Over Night”
Sometimes those songs bring a tear or two
But they always bring me joy
While Jimmy crooned “Just A Dream”
And the Shirelles loved their “Soldier Boy”
When Jim Ed Brown sang of “Scarlet Ribbons”
And Perry said, “Catch a Falling Star”
Dee Clark was calling “Hey Little Girl”
Johnny was thinking “Chances Are”
Sometimes I wish I could return
To the days of my childhood
Just to hear Johnny Ray sing “Cry”
Or Chuck wail “Johnny B. Goode”
Jimmie sang about a “Honeycomb”
And “Kisses Sweeter Than Wine”
The Orlons were meeting on “South Street”
The Chiffons said “He’s So Fine.”
Skeeter thought it was “the End of The World”
Because she lost her one and only
The Beach Boys said “Don’t Worry Baby”
Roy Sang for “Only The Lonely”
Sometimes.
Fiery flames of leaves light up this mountain.
Brilliant oranges and reds nurture my heart.
I watch another snake down toward me
Wonder if this driver is also in awe of God’s work.
Almost wave as he starts past me.
But that would be silly, right?
He waves, but is gone
Before I can give an answering wave
Two travelers, one going north,
The other going south,
Passing on God’s prettiest mountain
In October. What could be finer than that?
Will he tell his wife and children about this place?
Would they be able to picture it?
Could I capture a photo while I drive?
God smiles at my thoughts, more here than ever before.
An Indian summer
decamps, marches South
like a defeated army.
Coats are pulled out of closets,
cars winterized.
Wizards in long white robes
hunt the moans of castaway witches.
Autumn memories lure cats away,
but they soon return to the fireplace,
to stretch-out the longer hours.
Babies are coddled closer,
the sky goes blank,
amnesia deleting its colors.
There are omens born on chill winds,
sparrows go mute
in the frosty hedgerows.
November takes off its high-hat
revealing a bald dome,
when you go out alone,
you feel its gelid marrow
hitchhiking its way
through creaking bones.
I shared an apple with a friend
I didn't know we were sinners, and
God's calling He said no don't eat of the apple
Too ashamed we had our faces
And then we ran we were disgraces
I was disobedient did not obey so I ran
I held a door open for a woman
Just trying to be a gentleman
She was offended cussed me out
So I turned my head and ran south
I shared my pains with my family
And fellow humans and some friends
No one cared so I cried
... all alone broken so I died
Yes! Before I laid down and died
I hid, I ran
5/28/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021