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The man examines his portrait painted by life
The life he lead, desires dulled, so much strife
A wanton spirit crying out, needing to be caressed
A disillusioned life, little remains to feel blessed.
His dream to carve memorials in stones
Poetry his hearts desire, deep within his bones
Waiting, but for what, that he never knew
Until his heart was pierced and his melancholy slew.
A meaning now he found to put his chisel in hand
To carve a stone of life, now inspired and not bland
A battle before he was unwilling to get up and fight for
Poetry flowing through his veins, he needed to pen forever more.
Pen words of love, words of desire of flowers not yet smelt
Words of wisdom, words of hope, feelings not yet felt
The toxic waste, the dregs of life abandoned and now gone
With words of love, ruby red lips, kissed away everyone.
Hope rages and surges through once clogged arteries
The disillusioned man now gets up from bended knees
No need to beg for the entrails of love never shown
The piercing freeing his heart when the arrow struck home.
Love abounds freely given just there waiting for his grasp
A love true, a deep love, and a love that er will last.
He got up and with love and understanding he started to build
His soul now cleansed with a love so strong and his heart filled.
© ~GG~08 03 2013
Struck dumb by old dreams which have failed to spawn,
the tired, blank muse ends her walk ‘cross the lawn.
Dulled once more cause the light just will not dawn.
With naught to prompt her, she sneaks up the stair.
When bright young bards hope to find words to share;
in deep sleep, she’s no help, out like a bear.
Two bards play ball; three take pets for a stroll;
four watch while a mare gives birth to a foal.
One draws that scene as two more catch a mole.
One cleaned the house of a friend who is ill.
Three read the same book; one cooked on the grill;
two from a band blew their horns, marched the drill.
Who needs a muse? be the muse, seize your days!
First catch their mood then poise your pen to blaze.
September 27, 2019
contest: Because It's a Tuesday 140/140
host: William Kekaula
AlI I ever want to do
is just be around to
all I want to do
it's just to be held (hold you)
Sown in awe also struck by you
God's essence flows us two
I want to do is just (hold you)
I'm Ingest being sown blessed being enthralled by you
All I want to do
is just hold you
not sensual nor sexual
just to be all around you
embracing you with the arms of God
Gleaning to your present energies flow
all I want from you in HIM to grow
All I want to do is just hold you
and be ever present be a Co-provider I'm in all with Him and you
experience virtues Heaven's floor
We stand together holding each other God shows
HE'S loans HIS arms
so that I may be strong and to just hold you
There's no greater presence
no better blessings
just to be held
I so love you beyond my breath
while I'm holding you with the arms of God and please allow me to....
rest
There's no greater presence
no better blessings
just to be held more so love allow me us to...
Hold you
In and after this Life I'm gonna
HOLD YOU
5/4/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Stunned I stare from a rocky shore
As eagle architects swoop and soar.
Avian aerobats stretch my mind.
Carving arcs in cerulean air
Building an aerial cathedral
Framing clear high walls across the sky
With headlong three-sixties upside down
Form gothic spandrels toward the ground
Flickering feathers turned them around
Racing sunward as a fleur de lis
In a uniting swirl upward bound,
Forming a pole for staffing a cross
Construction stopped at the sight of fish.
As if their cathedral struck the sea
Eagles spun in tsunamic circles
Diving for salmon they taloned tight
Flying swiftly off, soon beyond sight.
I shrugged, amazed by what raptors do.
Jet jockeys may but sigh and admire
Eagles flight gift with dreamy desire.
This cosmos, indisputably is a sheer wonder
We cannot but bow before its grandeur
To what strange terrains it does open its doors
And what secrets are hidden beneath the stars
Man has ever been impelled by an existential curiosity
To probe into its mysteries, struck by its grandiosity
Many theories have evolved about its nature and birth
Scientific truths and assumptions are never in dearth
Some assume that from the merciless emptiness sans light,
From the deep silence of the horrendous night,
Universe emerged with the bang of hammers
On the anvils of eons thundering like firecrackers
There arose abruptly a gas cloud burst of inexorable force
And life emerged from stardust, our energy source.
While this is what the exponents of Big Bang assert,
Life, from a cosmic egg was hatched, some others purport
No doubt, this universe is an infinite stretch of lattice
Woven in the loom through billions of years by gratis
As the wheels turned and as the fires burned
Through cosmic vapor the first atom was churned
Thus, over the eons, life here has flourished
And with man’s wisdom and efforts it got nourished!
Galaxies are scattered in infinite space
And our planet Earth is well balanced in place
After the day’s vigil, when the mighty sun sets
The moon and the stars take over on their night shifts
Multitudinous stars glitter and twinkle, a wondrous sight
As branching chandeliers shedding luminous light
Sure, some extra-terrestrial hand has set the Earth in tune
And everything needed to hold life is benevolently strewn
Just as this universe was born, it would one day die
With all the planets, stars, and starlets of the sky
Who can predict how it is going to end
With a bang or whimper, or is the end impend?
Man’s existential curiosity continues to make him ponder
And he stands totally aghast in endless wonder!
Dec.26.2022
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I've known of a girl, young and brave
Not for long, yet it's etched clear an impression she left on.
Struck like a storm, came a cacodemon,
Strolling through her blood
Tormenting every cell it encountered.
Could never gauge the depth of her agony or extent of her cancer.
Therapy too left behind nasty scars
Her beauty taking a distinct cast
Something that gracefully she'd embraced
Behind her pretentious yet enchanting smile.
Whilst each spoke of unseen battles
Her tiny heart had to brawl,
Whimpered too, her beloved ones
As she lay there like a wilting flower,
Fatigued enough to live through the day and teary nights,
With crippled faith and lingering fear,
Certain to succumb, next day or other.
I fathom not, what's more painful?
To feel or to watch a beloved one writhe.
As I stand here,
With a heavy heart for those that surrendered
It matters not, who you are
A wife, a gran, a boy or a man.
A malady as filthy as this Is an exception to none.
With every beam, a shadow disappears
A day resumes, after darkest nights,
Every flame you endure,
Too shall pass if there's a cure.
Let us be wise enough to mind the clock
To ask for and also be a helping hand.
Invigorate those in need
And put them, the lost warriors gently into an endless sleep
The Wall of Dew
I wall the silence into my bones like a church made of wax
and your girl's body stays beyond the walls
a ship of moonlight left on a shore of guilt
and you cross the fields white with dew like an apparition
with the lightning-struck secret in your hair like kindled crystal
The ripe apple in the orchard catches fire in lightning like a bell
the snow of your mouth blooms in a single rare instant
and the butterflies of the dream go out like bones of glass
in their place the white emptiness breathes like paper
and night carries its moon-wine beneath its lashes
Through the meadows it is moon and it is evening and time runs backward
like a river of mercury searching behind itself for its source
and the evening tastes of burnt bread and of dew
the moon's reasons slip away like fish from a silver net
and I am left with my hands full of a sweet darkness
The apple of repentance has fallen into the nameless earth
and the seeded grass keeps its place like a host of angels
cold dew gently roughens the silence of a strange sin
the fields bend like wings of ice
and I count in my palms the seeds of a parched sky
The snow of your mouth blooms like a star in water
and my wonder pours out like honey from a bell
what use is the dream anymore in this desolation of petals
only the moon washes its wounds in the glass spring
and my silence tries you on like a cloak of dew
Built by the criminally insane
An evil man with a gifted brain
Crafted a hero built to end all
When the others have fallen, he still stands tall
A humanoid robot, a Reploid they're called
The originally designed's release date was stalled
For fear the long established rules would break
Could a self-choosing robot have what it takes?
Their fears were for naught, X knew what was right
A hero at heart, for justice he would fight
And alongside him all the way, his best friend he knows
A villain turned heroic, a Reploid named Zero
For years on years they fought the forces of crime
Maverick Reploids were the source every time
Led by a once great leader gone bad
His name was Sigma, once sane, now gone mad
Throughout the long wars, strange dreams plagued Zero
And several went on to question the origins of this hero
Dreams of a man so very insane
Imprinted into what would be Zero's brain
Then calamity struck in the form of disease
Bringing the people of the world to their knees
It made Reploids Mavericks, few kept their heads
But without a form of cure, soon all would be dead
Even the mighty X suffered at its hands
Powerless to help while it ravage the land
But one kept his mind and even grew strong
From its dastardly effects, incubated so long
The already mad Sigma grew even less stable
Soon only X and Zero would be able
To save the world from his outstretched hand
The only two who could possibly make a stand
Soon Zero was infected, but he wasn't made weak
It made him even stronger, who knows when he'd peak
But the nightmares became worse and soon Sigma would attack
The final assault on a dying Earth, humanity would not last
The virus corrupted Zero, the power was too great
And on he fought against X, there was no avoiding that fate
But X showed him the light and stepped back on the path
Only Sigma remained, and great was his wrath
The final blow was struck but the repercussions were great
Zero went missing, presumed dead was his fate
X vowed to fight in the late hero's name
But though he had vanished, Zero hadn't given up the game
The clock in the Cabinet room struck midnight, then fear.
Each tick was a boot heel approaching the ear.
The map was a scar, turning red with the tide,
Where the promise of safety had nowhere to hide.
?A grey wind was blowing from a continent lost,
And the price of defiance was more than the cost
Of the gold in the vault or the ships on the sea,
But the spirit itself, and the will to be free.
?Bleakness approached, a cold, heavy rain,
It dampened the resolve, it clouded the brain.
They spoke of détente, of peace that could be,
A whisper of surrender across the dark tea.
The weight of the world, a stone in one's hand,
The choice of one man for a beleaguered land.
The generals murmured of odds too severe,
The end of an empire drawing too near.
?But a roar was awakened beneath the dull dread,
Not a bullet, but words the old lion had bred.
No smooth, subtle logic, no clever defense,
But a will unyielding, a terrible sense
Of the final last stand, and the duty defined,
To leave no stone unturned, no honor behind.
?What saves you is the memory of who you must be.
The grit in the mouth of the common decree.
The fisherman, the factory hand, and the clerk,
Refusing to bow in the perilous dark.
?The challenge was faced by that voice, rough and deep,
That told the tired nation it never could sleep.
And the island stood firm, not on metal or might,
But the strength of a spirit that welcomed the fight
Damn these feelings of stress, interlacing impulsive dreams of disgrace
Can it all be over soon? Maybe, the hopes drowned in the mere dust of time
Oh, long lost lamb, I am so in need of your easing, pleasing grace
I will never let you down, even if I frown my usual frown in my youthful prime
Sulking in gluttonous grief
I need your tearless relief
Don’t mind my insanity mess…
I need your fearless happiness
Scar struck again by my mildish, childish fears
Tear away the tears from my innocent eyes
Are you ready to free-fall throughout the years?
Tears collide anyways and you utter your lies
Your beautifully carved lies
Your crooked, nestled lullabies…
You’re also scar struck by fear
I knew you’d come home since you were in a midlife crisis since yesterday, my dear
Sulking in gluttonous grief
I need your tearless relief
Don’t mind my insanity mess…
I need your fearless happiness
Scar struck again by my mildish, childish fears
Tear away the tears from my innocent eyes
Are you ready to free-fall throughout the years?
Tears collide anyways and you utter your lies
Cry me a lake, cry me a river, cry me an ocean, cry me a sea
Life’s what you make of it, my lone lover of mine of such squalid misery
I know you’re in pain, but you don’t have to always bring me down
Because I want to lift from the lows and ascend from this forlorn town
Scar struck again by my mildish, childish fears
Tear away the tears from my innocent eyes
Are you ready to free-fall throughout the years?
Tears collide anyways and you utter your lies
Scar struck again by my mildish, childish fears
Tear away the tears from my innocent eyes
Are you ready to free-fall throughout the years?
Tears collide anyways and you utter your lies
Sulking in gluttonous grief
I need your tearless relief
Even if this is a temporarily life to live before I die,
Frankly and lately, I don’t give…not going to lie