Long Testing Poems
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I
Ah what thrill’s life if guts we’ve to get lost!
To lose way once in a while is no sour sauce—
But way to live. Lose way haply pay cost,
A stone that goes about gathers good moss.
Let challenges dare to confront man’s life,
Life gets lived well in its serpentine length,
If it walks on edge of what we call strife—
A way to reach height, due depth, all the strength.
Two ways define passage of life to track:
Easy winds an oft trodden path to walk,
But he that creates one, confronts roadblock,
Enjoys thrills of the testing times to crack.
Life’s not to carry keys for the locked doors,
But to find it when faced with locks on course.
II
So, look for keys when needed, not before,
Nor resolve a problem ere facing it,
Nor care to know what future has in store,
Cook your own dish, enjoy it as ye eat.
In climbing an often-scaled mountain crest,
One can add to odd statistics, not joy,
Adventure there’s, nor thrill of a contest,
One grows an old boy, life gathers no buoy.
What use utilitarian attitude?
Where romance is, nor sense of adventure,
Write poems good or not, mind your own mood,
Let wild new winds through wide windows venture,
Look at life as a challenge to surmount,
Get lost for thrill, try on rainbows to mount.
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Crown of sonnets |02.01.2024|life, adventure
Poet’s note: The New Year is in its first week. The daily newspapers are full of how it might unfold. I hardly find anyone talking on how to tackle it and be ready how so it might unfold. Life is to try out a new, least-trodden path. It is lived well when one can throw away the roadmap and venture on still. As Lao Tse said: Walk on where there’s trail, nor track, nor a towpath. This two-piece crown of sonnets wonders what’s life without any thrill of adventure of the unknown.
We must not belittle the strength of shadows
Though tongues christen them bad.
They wear the surname of darkness
Because their hands sometimes borrow without return,
Because their footsteps bruise peace,
Because blood has learned their names.
Yet see........
Even the thorn tutors the careless palm.
When you drop gold in the open field,
They are the swift reminder,
Bending to pick what your wisdom forgot.
Next dawn, your pockets learn vigilance
Thus, sense is schooled by loss.
They are society’s sharp mirror,
Reflecting negligence without mercy.
They steal today,
So you guard tomorrow.
In corridors of labour,
They rise as resistance
Antagonists in tailored suits,
Whose bitterness becomes a whip,
Driving the diligent to run faster than comfort.
In homes, they sit at the same table,
Wolves wrapped in kinship,
Testing patience, pressing purpose,
Forcing sleepers to wake into relevance.
They bruise, they block, they burden
Yet by their weight, muscles of destiny grow.
They dance as agents of hell,
Frustration stitched into their smiles,
But I wonder
If the devil retired,
Would faith still find volunteers?
For pain is a loud prophet,
Adversity, a stubborn evangelist.
Sickness kneels the proud,
Loss lifts eyes heavenward,
And tears teach prayers their alphabet.
So let us confess this uneasy truth:
Light learns definition from darkness.
Gold proves itself in fire.
And goodness sharpens its spine
Because evil dares to exist.
Yes.............
Bad people are not blessings,
But they are lessons.
Unwelcome, unholy, undeniable
They are society’s hard teachers,
And growth often answers their call.
if I could take this time
stretch it a millennium
make each second mine
with each more evident
if I commit my mind
absorb and assemble
after falls climb
actions that resemble
with always one eye
reminding me my aim
while the other sights
smalls steps on the way
enthusiasm never dies
still I never stay
remember realise
attitudes alternate
risk and rest and rise
through testing times and trial
believe when all is doubt
soldier on through tear and smile
if this way out of reach
a path around or bridge to seek
if dark within a tunnel
the dot of light I see
if I believe in me
never cave to grief
carry on regardless
use ignorance usefully
if I never give up or give in
carry on through new begin
when I can see what others don't
then give up I wont
the power of mind to carry on
deliver me a champion
I try so hard to understand
The man inside, apart from the band
You make me wait, testing my patience
Then all I get is one crude sentence
I can see that you aren’t so busy
I ask, but then you call me silly
No time or words for me today
I guess I should be on my way
I struggle to act like I don’t care
Staying silent is such a lonely affair
I feel so deeply but mustn’t show
It’s nothing you are eager to know
The eggshells I walk on are fragile
I tiptoe so you won’t unravel
But it makes my heart so heavy
Wondering if you’ll ever be ready
For now I must mute my affection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
Do nothing, say nothing, as soon as possible
And yet my soul aches for the impossible...
A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi.
“Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love”
Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty.
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!
Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!
Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!
Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself
by Madhavi
Alacrity bespeaks entangled, entombed,
and entrapped Thai soccer team
diminishing strength barely allows,
but a whispered scream,
which rescue against all odds
(plucked out cavernous catacomb),
fast becoming a fading dream
vicariously agonizing to see
desperation and lads bravely brace,
helplessness predominating over initial
found alive break thru gain
promising grim destiny slowly doth erase
yet resignation impossible
to ignore written on every face
despite faux (cracking)
courageous front,
now severely testing grace
under underground solid state
rock geomorphology
necessitating stepped up pace
to rescue, sans race
against time encroaching threatened space
with predicted mon
soon meteorologists trace
with laser pointer predict
ominous incursion cave
at mercy of vulnerable flooding
worst case scenario, grave
nightmare predicament
in an attempt to save
youths with barely enough
strength to smile or wave
downgrading my own fear
being emotionally incommunicado
during prepubescence
pretending not to hear
clapping skeletal hands over each ear
to blot out hyper consciousness of glare
ring existence squelching
feeble effing dare
sputtering Nietzscheism at every turn
of the (ripped torn) page
airtight barricade against transformation
into manhood stage
fighting to the death
foaming at mouth dagger like
canine teeth savagely
evincing snarling rage,
no match for reinforced
rebar invisible cage
holding self hostage,
not enough money
to pay hefty ransom,
thus thine mental health
compromised, which
to this day still pay steep wage.
My days filled with your inspiration
Anticipating our love vibration
That makes my heart start racing
Chasing our dreams with all this sensation
Of our feelings that have come unmasked
Trying to keep our lives on task
Moving forward not able to really grasp
How our love outlasted
What our hearts are telling us so fast
Knowing, whatever happens, will be a blast
from our feelings attached to the past
Believing they were safe to hide
Testing time farther then we can glide
while we deal with life's emotional ride
Asking the good Lord to carry us to the other side
Trying to deal with our passion we just let slide
With all these emotions stuck on high
Our memories very much Alive
Tucked away so deep inside
That has our thoughts all tied up in knots
Finding loves potion
That puts our hearts into full motion
Giving us both this up close notion
Created from our sincere devotion
Has outlasted many things that have come to pass
Holding onto the love that we won't surpass
Our secrets, we carry so real inside
Taking this locomotion on an amazing ride
That allows our friendship to fly
Up in the sky reflecting on high
When our spirits ignite taking flight
To secure all these moments that have been so right
Might have seemed so far out of sight
What we have been missing night after night
Knowing you are my sunlight
That keeps my world so bright
Making our wait so worth the fight
Keeping us both moving forward upright
With our love that we ignite
Every moment with you so full of light
That carries us into the limelight
Inviting our words we recite
On any given day that just takes us away
Where we can sway like it was yesterday
Making it impossible to just let it all lay
Knowing you are in my heart to stay
Keeping our love in play
I wouldn't have it any other way
Consider it pure joy,
whenever you face trials, face trials
Consider it pure joy,
whenever you face trials, face trials
whenever you face trials, face trials
my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds,
you know that the testing of your faith
produces perseverance.
Consider it pure joy,
So just let perseverance finish its work
You'll be alright in the end even tho you may be hurt
This is good it's a help so that you may be mature
Consider it pure joy,
whenever you face trials, face trials
Consider it pure joy,
whenever you face trials, face trials
whenever you face trials, face trials
Be of good cheer
Endure till the end
Jesus is your wholly friend
Consider it pure joy,
Ask of Him for He'll complete,
Ask of Him for He'll complete the thing
And not lacking anything, anything, anything
anything, anything, anything
Be of good cheer
Endure till the end
Jesus is your wholly friend
Consider it pure joy,
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
12/03/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
James 1:2-4
from anthology "Just Jesus"
Update
I am suddenly very sick with fever , freezing, burning up, headache, nausea
Truth in New Hampshire:
I spoke with 4 medical personnel today on phone.
They have no testing, only for medical personnel and severe cases in the hospital.
And. They have no treatment. They told me only to go to the hospital if I cannot breathe, for a ventilator.
They ordered me to stay home in quarantine away from all people and even medical personnel.
With all my underlying medical issues over the years, I have not had fevers, or anything like this. !
I will write when I can, but if I am not posting or answering, this is why.
Please be safe and take this seriously.
Thank you all
All is quiet
as I exit through the Emergency Entrance
at the local hospital.
I notice a black T-shirt
with a pink ribbon logo
announcing in bold green script
"No one fights alone"
Due to context
I'm guessing we're talking about fighting cancer;
harm taking us away
from health care giving and receiving
we would all prefer
while walking out of,
rather than lying in,
any Emergency Entrance.
But, I am a theologian
by training
and practical parenting experience,
so I'm thinking,
Why do we not also wear T-shirts
reminding each other
"No one loves alone"
Or even
"No one loves to fight alone"
or even just among ourselves,
within our own households
and habitats.
I ponder my way back to humble Yaris,
with automatic electronic nothing,
and on the radio I hear clusters of fighting themes:
mental illness
domestic violence
gun violence
automated weaponry
military fear and threat stress-testing, enduring, stretching, growing
hazing as baptism through alcohol
depression and repression and suppression
acclimation to chronic climates of terror
and quiet climates of ever more dissonance
lack of healing sleep
anger management
fear mismanagement
mutual assured destruction (MADness)
diplomacy by threat and RightWing arms sales
military industries
applied increasingly to personal and domestic disarray,
local terrors,
households
and habitats
going up in flames
flowing under floods...
No one fights alone
just as no one loves peace alone,
and health
and ecological wealth
and ego-resilience
and eco-systemic balance,
harmony,
synergy.
No one can sustain love
while violently fighting
just as no one can sustain this fight
for climates
and cultures
and ecologies
and theologies of health
by thinking we are
admirable
or somehow credible
or even possible
sorting through
and choosing Love alone.
As I exit my car,
now home,
I think
My T-shirt would probably be too wordy,
No one loves to fight disease
and unease
alone.
Especially not God
or Allah
or Patriotic Loyalty to Earth
or wherever we find our
remember to Love messages.
All is quiet
as I re-enter our home.
I seem to be,
in this moment,
alone.