Long Truancy Poems
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Emerging from sleep dream temerity,
his remote aurora spectral prisms
from which his wakefulness gives legerity,
from which surfaces new burgeoning aphorisms.
Truth’s contours arrayed in fluid fluency,
his morning ataraxia in the still water lake
from where his senses lose their truancy,
from where ideation sheds the opaque.
He finds repose in a moment's seclusion,
his lucid cortex in reflective possibility,
but he learns his real confirmation in inclusion,
and learns our fellowship best protects our fragility.
So quickly we imbrute each other with walls,
he knows how militarization is summoned by anxiety,
he weeps at the endless requiem protocols,
he grieves at history’s long cruel impropriety.
But he detects his promise in human need,
our struggle against forces of dehumanization,
our commission in communitarian creed,
our hope in human family realization.
Awarded second place in Poetrysoup "Grace and Solitude" rhyming poetry contest sponsored by John Hamilton.
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos
And congas on mom’s pots and pans
Every time my parents would go to work
I’m, I the youngest stayed at home to baby sit
Instead of flunking me for truancy
Teacher didn’t believe me
At home with mine brother
His rhymes rhythm ways he could-have been another
Stevie Land Morris a “Wonder”
Darkness shown fell on me
His blindness was always be
Looked at him as his eyes danced
The earth darting about the horizon beats
“Does he see internally, eternally?”
The lights were already out for me
But as for him he so already sees
How can a blind person breath colors breathe
Darkness shown all on him on me
He sees what God sees
Do I envision His, their Inter Vision
If I could see for him. I couldn’t see for him
He who hasn’t seen not afraid of the dark, why, so,
So shall he sees more. . . . Many views untold
Unfold the dark I’m lost from here lit in the dark?”
“Yes.” So dark I can see.
Only blinded by my living.
One of my eyes blurred. I enticed blinded by the light
Dark dances in the light
Those the skin on my pupil tight
Opeck scales covering mine eyes
Only blinded by my living.
One of my eyes blurred. I enticed blinded by the light
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos
And congas on mom’s pots and pans
I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Special needs, disabled
Yet instilled, still alive I wonder
Is it too late to be liked a Stevie Wonder
12/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
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rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
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runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
SHATTERED
First published as Addiction 2021
Did the scarecrow ever leave Oz,
put his new brain in a bucket by the door
like an unwanted umbrella,
then go jogging back down the yellow brick road
to his post in the cornfield?
Did the crows again mock him,
marking his truancy like a flock of high priests,
their caw of unforgiveness invoking an evil wind
to carry it over the Emerald City,
shattering dreams into a million green shards?
My dreams lie shattered
on the floor of addiction,
no softness given
in the love of a substance
designed for degradation.
I sat in my yard, revering to the sublime splendor.
A Setting sun lighted wheat fields with a gold fender.
The universe is a celestial art by a creator in the sky,
Waves of fuchsia purple swept over the vast bay.
A vast sense of relief overwhelmed the crowd,
Our balance is being reset by an enigmatic cloud.
On a club seat with a friend-calling stranger,
My plans are drying out, and he rules my future.
Engage in conversation with an utter stranger,
On a bus, train, or airplane, there is no danger.
Do not fear woodpeckers; you're a snug man,
There is a chance that this connection won't span.
Stranger, your smile brightens the world.
Stranger! Can we sustain an eternal odd horde?
Stranger, let's smoke, drink coffee, and talk.
Relationship talk may sneak into silicone caulk.
Lightness after pain bestows short-term happiness,
The agony of aliens sparks elation and craftiness.
When wooing a scumbag, truancy may be attractive,
Where howls prevailed, calm gropes were inductive.
But not everyone I described was abrasive,
People greet, faces saying farewell, prate to give.
No words upright a graceful aura, no weakness,
Laying our sins at God's feet, exulting in meekness.
A stranger might canalize me into his world,
My own is ponderous, but I've done nothing absurd.
Since when I'm with you, I would sure cut loose,
With you, I flee in a sustained way that I can seduce.
My anxious thoughts rip through my wrecked heart,
A genuine man, riven and split into red and blue charts.
I will be a stranger as I wade down the dreary street,
A stranger is resting on concrete, seeking an exit.
Written: September 23, 2022
poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
s pa
ce s
runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
Who can bear
a trouble of another?
but the ignorant
impose that by leading people to accept their whim and trouble
because that is only what they
can muster to the world
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why is abortion, stealing and corruption
why, why, why,
why is clash, conflict and war
why, why, why,
why is family problem, cheating and unknown killing
why, why, why,
why is truancy, dropout and illiteracy
why, why, why,
why is selfishness, ego and atheism
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why is cultism, bribery and tribalism
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for prostitution
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for drinking and gambling
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for magic, witchcraft and unknown immolation
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is slavery and colonisation
if it is a lie
why, why, why
why the same trouble marker
will suspect and hang his trouble
to an innocent
I knew something dark
yet it is what is to be
morked through.
The Untold
All have at least one
secret deep within
the soul, the Inner Spark
of essence, at the core
I am not who you think I am
You are not who you claim to be
For if we both transparent were
We'd see the starkest symmetry
The thing that's makes you different
that petrifies your purity
Towards same sex, the sideways glance
that hint of torn identity
I have the same affliction
but learnt to love it's glory
and now I wear, just like a badge
Ambassadorial majesty
But does that make me happier
than your delusional drama
You feign illusion, fool your fate
denied with indignation
You get to raise a family
Your life will leave a legacy
Though Truth may hide in truancy
absent from integrity
So the real secret is not who
we claim we are or things we do
No matter which path is chosen
there remains bitter confusion