Long Temperament Poems
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SHY WITH NO REGRETS
A Catholic uniform from age five.
My own silence - how do I survive?
My inner world is quiet, building bricks.
The oldest young paints, with whispered flicks.
The graham crackers and milk are my friends.
I close my eyes - too many colors blend.
The teacher called my mom, after so long.
“Does your child talk or do I have it wrong?”
In first grade I find my best friend, at last,
but bashful eyes move, from busy boys - too fast.
In sixth grade, fretting, I throw off my glasses,
When a guy, I like, peeks in one of my classes.
Too coy to attempt popularity, but it’s no regret.
Looking back, glad my temperament slowly set.
4/20/2018
Line Gauthier’s An Early Childhood Memory Contest
*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.
That's Close Enough
Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish evolve viably.
Simplistically, ... caterpillar, cocoon, butterfly,
The explanative being ... the effects of metamorphoses,
Influence of changing, on the surface ... ain't exclusive.
The aspects of human versions, ... do we possess ourselves?
Phases absorb one's absolutes, ... escapism amuses abstracts,
Misshape is needless, ... our character assassinates us.
The docile Doctor Jekyll ... and ominous Mr. Hyde,
The tale tells induced chemicals ... freed the latter temperament,
Stevenson, a mixed decrypt breed, ... Woolf faults, Hemingway hails.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, ... Wilde's graphic inward peer,
Retorts pundits, ... proxy masques wickedness, textured facades ethics,
Books ain't moral or immoral, ... they're just well penned or naught.
A star radiates ... cast hither, trimming and grooming 'rounds,
Revolving amazeballs recasting orb's landscapes, ... picturesque,
Bubblegum pops as its meaning ... is clearly intricate.
Brief spells also have an effect, ... ravenous bears slumber,
When pushed or at risk ... stimulates safeguards that ensure their species,
The game plays out who's game ... prey or predator lives or dies.
Transformations constants about ... subtle yet definite,
Persona exploits cellular structure ... registers vividly,
The former's substituted ... the latter assimilate.
2022 June 01
*11th Place*
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
~~Anthony Biaanco: 2022 July 04
*HMS: 14,16,14 syllables x 8 stanzas
On Mother's Day.
That Sabbath Day, I put flame to eight candles and knelt down to pray.
I humble myself with fasting to intensify my communication with God who is our all and all.
During that spiritual and very significant time of the morning, I gave our powerful Heavenly Father a call.
So much of the misery of life is in me and I have the weight of my daughter's physical and mental health tormenting my mind.
On that golden day, I was filled with the confidence that God will put someone in our path at the right time.
God is the lamp in my darkness.
God is my consoler during my torment and the booster of calmness.
Previously we were in a meltdown dealing with many healthcare providers with high costs and impassive procedures.
They were unimpressive, obtuse, and unrefined sloths to work at their own leisure.
It was in God's measurement of existence and his most magnificent grace that he sent a radiant helianthus.
It was a transcendental rush.
She entered our home with a wide smile and a sanguine temperament.
She had a stalwart faith in getting things started right away with plans and proficient decisions that she wanted to implement.
Her objective was to provide my daughter with the best comprehensive and viable care plan.
She restored our faith and we became a fan.
She was full of wisdom, yet she was a proponent of sensibility.
She was polished by the grace of God with compassion and empathy.
Like the nature of a helianthus, she would never fold because God is her sun and shield.
In her mien, it is greatly revealed.
When her task is done and it is time for her to say goodbye.
We will miss her, but we will give her a brave smile and sigh.
I will thank our Heavenly Father as I looked to the sky.
If someone would ask, how was she as a provider, we are truly in need, so please tell us.
I will simply say, she is not a weed, but a blessed and beautiful helianthus.
A poet cannot be frugal,
miserly with his thoughts
and feeling; but, indeed,
a rabid spendthrift, where
there are matters of the
heart – a radiating sun
when his soul uncovered...
though we are beings of
vast contrast, Light when
Write, painfully dark when
venturing into silent
shadows – those aching
lulls when muted – the
thunder when speaking
with God-like temperament,
pianissimos, fortified by
deep breaths of character
possessing blazing conviction –
a poet, atypical in his world
as the priest who bravely
ventures outside his scriptures,
having realized faith a doorway
and not a cloistered prison....
I'm bald and have piss-yellow teeth; don't use balm or whiteners to appear young again.
Every scar is a jagged path to a novella called living.
Cursed and blessed with a good heart,
Wild horse temperament that's bucked most riders off.
Loyal to the few who've stuck it out,
through all the ups and downs.
I could blow out of here at any time
, but for now everything's just fine.
I've crash-landed on a cay of calm.
Quite proud that I've made it this far.
More than halfway to a hell, oft mistaken as a star,
At times slipping into the murky waters of mundane,
Just another battered face rooting through a discount bin.
Always on the fringe of a spinning tassel of contentment.
Everywhere there are mounds of glitter glued to plastic bags.
Covering up the dry rot-I've no interest in any of that.
Shocking I can pull it together at a funeral, but not when I'm putting down a pet-
I want to be a whirling dust devil outside this hollow town.
Not inside the plastic masks of all the dead-hearted clowns.
August 24 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Amos 5-9
Key Verse – Amos 5:14 Seek good, and not evil, that ye may live: and so the LORD, the God of hosts, shall be with you, as ye have spoken.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GOODNESS-GUIDE
Lord God, You are my goodness-Guide against painful lamentation
Thank You for seeking me from captivity’s affliction
Keep my heart victorious to overcome temptation
By Your gracious preservation.
Lord God, You are my goodness-Guide against destructive falling
Thank You for enclosing me around Your salvation-sealing
Keep my soul sanctified to fight sinfulness’ grueling
By Your Scriptures’ truth-instilling.
Lord God, You are my goodness-Guide against vain worldliness
Thank You for rescuing me from wallowing in hopelessness
Keep my faith strong to hurdle weariness
By Your upholding righteousness.
Lord God, You are my goodness-Guide against attacking falsity
Thank You for leading me from folly’s worthless futility
Keep my mind discerning to check deceit’s subtlety
By Your teaching authority.
Lord God, You are my goodness-Guide against threatening doubt
Thank You for ushering me from distracting unbelief-route
Keep my spirit steadfast to worship with praise-shout
By Your reigning wisdom against ignorance-bout.
Lord God, You are my goodness-Guide against lurking discouragement
Thank You for restoring me from gloominess of despair’s sentiment
Keep my devotion on fire to prevail over sad temperament
By Your wondrous revival for my divine enjoyment.
Lord God, You are my goodness-Guide against engulfing sorrow
Thank You for directing me from wastage of slothfulness-blow
Keep my commitment unwavering to share blessings’ flow
By Your great commission and discipleship-glow.
August 24, 2023
As you know, dear one
I border emotions that perhaps are an enigma to you
You look up to me at times with the highest respect
When you and I both know we are leveled
I dedicate to you a speech above the most precious jewels
My words surely don’t climb among or above the highness of great
But I can tell you straight—I am proud of my feelings
I am proud to have you here on earth with me
You know, when I wrote those words, joyous bells began to ring
I heard them in harmony, for they agreed
Indeed, I had the council of music in meeting
And we all averred that you are a part of me—a rare ligament that I truly cherish
For years you have devoted yourself
Fearing that someday I may leave your side
Oh my sweet, beloved friend—how I have!
I do not wish to degrade you—forgive me!
Allow me to further explain
I have left many times from the comfort of your embraces
Blinded by the enigmatic pangs I so desperately conceal
But these moments of solitude allow me to candidly feel
And as I have said—I am proud of my feelings
For they have led me straight to the epiphanies I shall now reveal:
I saw you amongst the wild horses—amid the paragon of temperament
Their nostrils flared at a presence; like confused soldiers, their eyes darted about
I was crazed into fear that I would be founded out
In meadows near from grasp of humanity
You fled but kept me in eyesight
Wondering and wandering—nearly touching the brink of my world
The bells drew you near—for they were apples to your eye
My laughter reached the highest height
You knew that I was not jeering you
I was delighted by your phantasmagoric magnificence!
The majority grazed on
But your dreams were meant for me to hold
At least only for a little while
For in the bells of laughter and music we were one
Cantering all the more closer to the sun
We felt not the burn, but the warmth of friendship
As life flew on in its graces and disgraces
We drew ever nearer
And soon—as was inevitable—
We felt the sear
As you were familiar with them, you took it like a god
And longed—from me—to take it
Instead I concealed the flame
Because the tame are accustomed
To chastisement, fear and incentive
Stolen
waters are
sweet as time
passes on it stays
stale and stinks stink to
Its abductor and revenge to
its owner her prize he thinks the
Temperament, he cannot keep and the
heart of the owner is weighty, its bereavement
causes stink
Stolen
waters are
sweet when he
steals her from its
first lover she is but
pleasurable, but over
time in the arms of her
new lover becomes wet
And swampy, her love begins to fade.
The
candle
in a man
the mirror of
fair Daisy the
weakness in a
man shadows of
the stranger
Alas!
the cause
of the owner
is in the room of
the thief her first love
has caught her mood she
but a snare in the hands of new lover.
Stolen
waters are
sweet It is death
to the soul of her new
lover It blurs the path of her
abductor squeezes her grape of
misery into her cup of insomnia to
end his life she prays Her secrecy to
her third lover she keeps
But
first it
must thirst
sweet then sour ,
flowing into the belly
of the abductor cold and
piercing an iceberg is born
Grinding up intestine constipation set in
sweet when love
is in rage it blinds its
lover tears him apart like
The queen bee its Drone
draining out it blood weakening
strength of it lover to ever live again.
Stole
waters
smooth
taste the
tongue acid
The belly
sweet
It choked its
victim with the
air of death Caught
In between the fangs
of pains
Like
an adder
would Its prey
and gently it goes
down into its gully pipe
Squeaking like a petrified mice
it got no salvation
with
sleeping
open eyes
mouth open
close gasping for breath
It
speaks
silently to
its pleasure.
This beauty but
A Plague as stolen
waters are sweet but to the
Taste of death and as his eyes
closes he looks Upon her beautiful
face once more
Sad times, sad past
Where is that life? What was the dream?
Yes. So many people are losers. I am too.
“You are, too.” Repeated Master Satan.
But I don’t feel it. I'm just going. “Walking.”
Yes, walking. The speed is not realistic.
“Because there is no moving. Works for you.
Only you. Your mind. That’s for the walk.”
Work, walk. Hmm. Work works from walk.
“Yes. In your life. Walk. The creative meditation.”
It’s that, my dear Master Satan. A walk is an indication.
“Indication for what?” For talking. From my soul.
“From your soul.” Yes. Not from my heart. That is ice.
Hmm. Better. Better stay for that—glittering icy mind.
Hail rain. Hail rain drenches my life, my being. It’s my life.
Cold. Hmm. Atmosphere. Special feeling. It’s my life.
Oh, but fragile. I don’t need temperature, then I will die.
No, no. No temperament. Only pure personality, life.
Let me save your life. Temperature is the fire of hell.
Of the hell. Be cold and ice to chill my hellish life.
“Stop. Stop now. You are praying now for a woman.” For a lady.
“In the last two verses. She doesn’t exist. Forget this dream.”
“Forget this wish, love, and dream.” Yes, I just imagined.
But the vision was realistic. “Realistic…. Hmm. “Existed in your life.”
My dreams come from the past. The past created my new dream.
“Sure?” Yes, it is not certain. “Then?” I needed something. “What?” To be.
“So create your dreams To Be.” Hmm. Yes. Imagined. Lives from the future.”
“This is great news. You are there.” Future lives from past and present. “No!”
Lives from my dreams.
And my life.
“Means.
Altogether.”
Thank
You
“That’s
Right.”
I see myself I awakening
And in my present tense I am not forsakening
I believe in myself and I stand tall I’m only short in temperament
But I believe in myself and I stand tall I’ only short in temperament
But I believe that I won’t fall because everything that I see is Jesus I see growth Jesús
I see love in awe
Jesus I see faith Jesus
When I see myself in the mirror I see Jesus and I in my uprisings
And my down settings in my enrichment and impoverishment
All that I am I am that I’m all
And all that I see is Jesus
With my physical eye Jesus
In my spiritual eyes Jesus
There is nothing that I can deny, Jesus
Always by my side in in the rain in the garden
In the cave as I stand and when I’m falling
Everything I see everything I believe it’s Jesus
All that I see is Jesus
12/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©