Long Stances Poems
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Game of chances,
World of stances,
Where lies the rope of happiness...
The issues of life sided with sadness,
Everyone seems to cope with it all,
But nothing is left for the world anymore.
I'm not left behind the bars of a champ,
Integrity and Muppet theories belongs to which camp?
Born to rule without a map,
The life of a hero subbed with perfect gap.
Join my fraternity to destroy every trap.
You need only faith,not a playstore app,
Niggas feeding on fake notes,
Bragats perishing in archaic coats,
My integrity builds pillars of gold.
In fact on good road...
Causing rejuvenation in dead bones.
Where lies the perfect goal?
Deeper in the future though.
Who Jah bless,no one curse.
He that is dead can never be heard,
Conscious of nothing...
May be the body is in heaven.
Come in for drops of water.
Cowards already registered with a matter.
So becareful brother.
With double edged sword,
My redeemer esteem my personality with an accord,
Indeed my emotions can't afford,
The world is a total report,
Beat your eyes in the glasses,
Only to suit your carnal fantasies.
That's John Doe positioned on multiple axis,
But just know my story is not hooked with fallacies.
I'm out....I'm out...I'm out...with memories!
VAV
May the magic
of your pen rhymes
Like a beautiful song
in grime
As the melody
accompanied by a chime
Let it come for
the music to shine
WHT
For lovely moments
are designed by music
In its cool tunes
To define loose bodies' rhymes
and poses alcoholic
To show its pure aesthetic
The great inspiration
that trick our pens magic
VAV
Sway it to the rhythm
of our melodies,
Like dancing souls
In the wind breeze.
Our pens collaborating
In beautiful poetic thoughts
Are the inspirations
and flames we fought.
WHT
Far from the reach of office
All stances are good a station
To dye on papers; aegis
Which safeguard every inspiration
Twinkle little bright change
Comes in a bit occupied of muse
That lurks around so strange
The heart to new views
VAV
Listen to the hearts
In every curves drawn
As the dawn of the new
Beginnings shown
We'll fill the earth with love
That we share
WHT
Thoughtfully, permit the inner ear
To sharpen your curvy mind
And light the lofty ideas endear
Which seems overwhelming a workload to grind
For cheers will rent the passage of thy heart
When you find love in this art
VAV
Let it come,
Let us paint the sky
With care
As we blend our inks in pair
To shout our emotions either in bad or in despair.
WHT
Let it flow,
Let us row the boat on the sea
To show
The precious jewel our quill decree
That pictures the night and day as friends aglow
VAV
Like the crashing waves in the shore
Kissing my feet with its roar
WHT
In its awesome effect I am made whole
Training my mind, soul, and heart of different role
Copyright
Ven-Lyn A. Valdez
&
Wems Henry Temmy
Vitriolic stances generate vicious marks.
Sweltering, an irritating swamp of sadness.
The bold spirit is infused with pitiful dark.
Levied by cruel words exuding madness.
Each genius suffers fools that ruin their harks.
Parades of enormous egos in the sky.
Thinking, they are clever in their eyes.
If you follow the fool, you will run dry.
This sense of pride links the beat to the rise.
The patient’s head horn was extremely high.
If you seek fame, they shun the white feathers.
Going by water and fire pulls you near.
Stiff work is vital for raising bright ethers.
Each step takes us closer, great or mere.
Bear you via a mirror and dispel your pressure.
Written: October 10, 2022
KING OF DIVINITY:
On this planet made of legions,
All men are sinners.
And every man has a personal believe.
Hence, they take stances on what they perceive,
Which influences their minds and actions,
With regards to forces and factions.
But isn't it so beautiful and extremely great,
As Jehovah blesses everyone with his grace,
Without consulting any human race,
For their decisions or points of views?
Therefore, no one convince Him of what to do,
No one gets him confused,
No one mars his attributes,
No one infringes on his power of truth,
And above all, No one can ever overthrow Him,
For his name is "Jehovah Elohim".
From age to age his entirety is not that of men.
So let all men shout out..Amen!
Since the King of Divinity is incomparable,
And indeed, His works are ununderstandable.
Is it poetry?
just to say I miss you
Is it romantic to say I long
What if ...I just say I ache...
Is that poetic?
that my long limbs reach
My short thoughts
My distant trances
My silly stances
My mistakes
My double takes... there have been a few
The ladders I climbed
The fields I walked
The beaches I have loved
My desperate reaches
But...they
were never enough
Can I somehow over take
the wild and wondrous bake
of your muddled and mired mind?
to whisper ever sweetly
a simple ...child's
I love you
I have always loved you
and there is nothing in this world that will ever change
that
There is not money enough
no fortune, nor fame
No triumph or failure
that could ever turn my heart away from you
exactly
...just you
as I promised
I have loved you
ever still ..ever steady..ever absolutely true
The oil burns on...just as pure and bright
even in silence
for only you...my love
my trillion miles away and always beside me
bright ,gifted
wondrous wilderness..my creative love
Yes, my love
I love you
still
Stance I before her
Jaundice eyes glaring
Pangs Joy succulent
Juices flows her face
Shines bright she is light
~
With sun beaming down
Her lips wet and moist
Her heart beats and thrust
I am nourish flask
of wine bottled in...
~
Time sweet divine blend
Succulent spices
Juices flows her face
Shuns shines ever bright
Joy succulent juices
~
Jaundice eyes glaring
Pangs stance I before her…
Like a river a flowing
Jaundice eyes glaring
Stance I before her
12/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
from anthology " a Place 4 Her Heart "
8, A Trait Higher than Nature
Every Year Sing "Hallel" on July "11's",
A Stroke Grew Tall, Into My Life's Elm,
Prior, in 2005, Our Chassna Dance!
Now, Our Foot "Pattie Cake" is Seldom.
8 Denotes Transcendence,
Judaism is Not in the Natural Realm,
No Nature's Laws Correspondence,
"Ayn Ode Milvado" has the Helm!
"Rise Above Our Nature" Ascendance,
Assorted "Odd Bod'" Handicaps, "Jell 'Em!"
In Sum, Obstacles Aren't Iron, Look Askance,
Serve Hashem "B'Simcha", Attitude "Quells 'Em!"
Never Say Never nor "Defeatist Chants",
Transcend the Adverse, Surprise Them,
Purim "MeSheloach Manos" to Enemy Stances,
Make Friends, Try to Opponents Stem!
You'll Get Disbelieving Glances,
Shrug Them Off, Saying "Amen & Ahem!",
Sincerely Sing "What Are the Chances?",
Keep Trouble Off Balance, "Tzoros" Amend!
"More of You is Emerging!" Barbara Announces,
I Ask Myself "Is This the Coma's End?"
My Wife & I, One Another Enhances,
Marital Bliss, We Each Other Send!
Left alone, the abyss of failure
closes in,
for days it seems like weeks,
though months are now reduced to counted minutes
Coffin’d stances form the stoic barricade
which surrounds my hope
in picket lines of untrained defectors
I claw at its lid,
thrashing mightily to my sides
as collections of miseries
flood this chamber of my coerced sleep
“I am here!” I shout,
hearing my words
echo in distance dance halls
two stepping on my memory,
spitting above where I lie
Here - a relevant term
as columns of disbelief carve themselves
from my mind.
Forgotten, left for dead,
erased from the blackboard
by the firm swishing hand of fate…
reduced to dust (I don’t feel like dust)
Blisters climb my arms in search of answers,
none can be found here,
where ever the hell here is… yet, I am here
My brain circles the skyline in desperation,
the gutters below cry, trash strewn as if it were me
sleeping off my drunk
in that Frigidaire box
“I am me!” I cry to the empty corridors of someone else’s life
One I’d rather be
Or one who would rather not?
...............................................
Someday my file may lie open,
atop a desk,
a partitioned sanctuary of hidden ethics,
beneath the crumpled Cheeto’s bag,
now layered with orange crumbs and fingerprints
maybe someone will see
maybe still forgotten
Souls arrive on earth compelled to survive dramatic impacts.
Each child of Father will one day reach for reasons to believe.
Life finds all seeking intangible roots, tangibly real.
Foundations are sought to follow, aid and uplift one's true self.
Fertile truths grow binding elements aligned on our behalf.
Unconscious insistence calls man's energies to its menu.
Layers of deep insight draws us to a religious leve>l.
Colors of otherness within takes us to all authentic.
Revealing ways of our source may be sought and found in prayer.
Uniting with Father grants faith grown stances on His plateau.
Mindfulness is grace awareness God uses to bless our bloom.
Teach my sight to behold the truth
And only furnish it with lies for peace sake
When in guise I know of loyalty like Ruth
For rage to get not doubled and ache
Continuously in agony from the loss of one's youth
Give my sight Solomon's insight to judgement
Between confusion without a witness
Your sight light his to surface proper adjustment
And uplift his wit and nail to the cross his weakness
How people marvel of his poignant pronouncement!
Teach my sight of waiting on You
Through the tunnel of no end in dark
Unto others voice will I not grow anew
Even when mercy is the tarriest change that disembark
Nice is your treats when tolerance lives in blue
Give my sight Job's patience in forebearance
Friends and family scare him enough to death
Though heaven seize His grace appearance
Yet he holds onto the floor drawing his last breath
What an outstanding balance in adherence!
Teach me how to view striking force lightening fear
To the cheers of courage, keep my eyes open
New at each shot unfolding fright in sparkling sphere
That its winds blow up stances dirts reopen
And silent candid shots changing the atmosphere
Give me David's heart's sight
Whose desire lives in God fear and love
Even though nature never kill sin's appetite
Hearty care makes him one genuine belove
Who serve, praise and worship You with all his might
You wink; new phase opens its being
By which the very end from start be seen
You gaze; heavy rain, heaven strikes
Yonder sight's target echoing alikes
Without the influence of all existing nikes