Long Tunneling Poems
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Etheric gauze brushes the skin
and I know I am not alone.
Spirits abound, tunneling through
the quantum veil, to visit me
on stormy nights.
Scent of perfume,
wafting into nostrils,
I breathe deeply, remembering...
the scent of you.
Soul’s do live on though,
visiting from time-to-time.
The angel feels different from the devils;
the human spirit is all too familiar.
Angels permeate the room with love’s energy;
like the womb-waters, it embraces my soul.
Devils energy is a cold and foul
of stench, like that of sewage and dead things.
It is always curious, always
swirling, watching, listening,
as if to analyze the fear within me.
I’m glad that I can force it away
with just the name of God or Christ;
devils fear those names, in the worst way
and a terrified devil, is always a plus.
Energy is energy, Kundalini builds
into a euphoria, when the right spirits
are nearby; amorphous light is bliss.
Outside of time-YET HE’S EVER PRESENT -Dedicated verse for Mother Chlorine Rodgers--
What do you know about tomorrow?
And today yet still you don’t know
The those things bout today tomorrow is both have passed on done N gone
Tomorrow what holds it the cord of time unwinds?
Whether withered weaving spiraling tunneling circumference-ing
Spectacular fleeting now future today’s memory transients
Slipping into the past in ever present moments
Wisdoms mindfulness encourages embracing here and now
Echoes then and now tomorrows crest
Infinitely I am upon my father’s breath
We are all outside of time, yet HE’S EVER PRESENT
HALLEIUAH
1/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Solely the summer’s heat dissipates,
Temperatures at night cooling daily;
The promises of the ants to gather,
Gatherings awaits the time that so last
Tunneling burrows interphases space;
Burrowing systems of storage down, down,
down, down, down, burrowing storing livelihood;
Pasting all climate changes summer speaks
To fall amidst the season flow floating;
Flowing as summer turns to fall labor works
As the ants travel working autumns rush;
As the ants pack up preseason storage;
Rushing for soon summer’s autumn turns to winter call
As the ants pack up preseason storage
To fall amidst the season flow floating
Ant’s tunnels ready to hibernate food
As the ants pack up preseason storage ;
9/19/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Black Walnuts roll over a high edge,
the tree is too close to a sea cliff.
Walnuts dash themselves upon rocks,
only one lands on a surfing wave.
It has not been bitten,
by tunneling insects
and so it remains watertight.
On a far beach it is washed up.
A boy finds it,
he is not sure if he wants to keep it
yet he shoves it into his pants pockets.
Walking home across open fields,
he decides it’s just a rotten nut,
and throws it away.
A walnut tree will grow
where the nut landed.
This is how the planet grows -
the cast-off and done with,
are essential parts of a plan,
masquerading as an accident.
Nobody here is an accident.
The momentum of the large-headed human ego....
has finally put mankind over the brink.
There's no coming back.
The clock says 1 second 'til midnight.
The earthworms have shed their glass slippers.
Soon they'll be sliding underground...
Their prince will not follow.
They've been tunneling and stockpiling for decades.
Food- ammunition-water.
The {numerators} elite and their loved ones
have their inner mountain retreat...
On a smaller scale, the (denominators) have followed their lead.
The remainders/the remains/: the poor who couldn't afford to stockpile
and those that could afford to but were too stubborn to listen.
Will be left scrambling above
banding and disbanding
willy-nilly
whatever the moment dictates
frantic
scrounging for rat meat
and toilet paper
during a nuclear winter
666 miles of social distancing,
Fondly remembering when it was only 6 feet
putting balm to nuclear skin
covering open wounds with papyrus.
They'll forge an eleventh commandment
then just as quickly break it.
With mankind's flesh between their teeth
they'll be begging to a God
who finally got sick of it all
and stopped listening-
Let's not brag about begging free
Long gone are the days when tears would drop
We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel
That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth
As we became night crewers in this cold world
Now we are x men with ragging hope with in
I hope you will be able to tell Wat kind of poem this is
We are like strange doctors who's ability will make you marvel
We have no class rap ! Nor physician captains in America ????
Cause this is Zambia were we only see Mr Zambia
And you vision cant see them unless u are a cyclops they delivered unsaid words of broken Promises
Were we fight like
Unlike Zulu in the battle of the mulatuzi river
Fought for they're right
They traded they're birth right .........
.....so think twice
...Take time to think twice, The haters of joy!
I guess I missed the target In my taught and classes
Looking round my world
To see and hope!
If joy I hope could be clapping In the means of foes!
Hatred grips my grapes
As I soar with sorrows! Finding way to walk
from my mind to soul I saw a deep journey
Tunneling down my dreams With saga and storms
..so let me reintroduce myself
am the last of my kind
I did die i just barred myself in the sands of time hoping some day that I will hear the truth see we were kings and Queens till we turned into slaves in our own houses ??? we are the really misfits we keep shape-shifting like mi stick but we missed the trick the only time we are hero's is when we dream . Cause reality is nothing but a dream ...
Copyright ©?H2O
©? 2023
Exotic Electrons
Title: Exotic electrons
In the house of atom,
Electron resting at its bottom.
Eager to pop up and down,
Like a clown.
In the discharge tube, it took its birth,
Photon too assisted it with mirth.
It led to the discovery of X-ray,
A boon to the society, one must say.
Revolving in atomic orbits and its shells,
Are the places where it dwells.
Pairing up with opposite spin,
For magnetons to properly align.
Its addition gives reduction,
Whereas it's removal causes oxidation.
This chemistry leads to electrolysis,
Resulting in battery analysis.
It's every hop and pop transition emitted light,
Its excitement made a spectral line bright.
It's every absorption and emission,
Resulted in a laser invention.
Electroplating, electrochromism and electroluminescence,
Make every one feel my presence.
But it wonders to know it's own scope,
Which led to the discovery of electron microscope..
It can be made totally free,
To wander and spree.
Breaking a bond, crossing a layer and
Tunneling in a barrier,
Makes this charge carrier a Warrior.
Even though it is charged negatively,
Its motion in a device works positively.
It's density in a material is significant,
For all transport phenomena to become dominant.
Bit confused about its dual state,
Unaware of what will be its fate.
Decided to be diplomatic,
Matter and energy became systematic.
There was no doubt a conflict.
But to end up in a begift.
Atomic city made a revolution,
For progression in science perception.
Author
Dr Ketaki Patankar
Physicist
Rajaram College
Kolhapur, Maharastra state
India
It happened such a long time ago but till this day she couldn't bury
At the time being young what did she know but that wave of worry
Now she can never change the fact of taking her unborn child's life
For at the time what she had lacked has forever caused such strife
Often tunneling back into her mind making each day forever last
So many little things so often remind of that dark day in her past
The thought that will never go away no matter what cure she tried
As no matter what you may say oh how often this woman has cried
But all that would soon relent as to the Lord she would begin to pray
And with peace so suddenly sent she fell asleep right where she lay
That night as she had slept an Angel came and stayed by her side
There that Angel had wept and all night long that Angel quietly cried
That morning as she had awoke with a bright sun shinning in her eyes
In her head hearing these words spoke, I know that you didn't realize
In these the tears I have cried I pray that you now get back to living
Your sin you no longer need try to hide for Jesus has now since forgiven
Daniel
To the Lord our God belong mercies and forgivenesses,
though we have rebelled against him;
Looking out my high-rise window
I can see shy Beauty
of civilly responsible
bird sheltering trees
Five of these
tunneling through man-made holes
in monotonously grey cement
step aside walks.
Lonely in my city window
I can see the desecrating drama
and trauma
inflicted on Gaia's organic integrity
Toxic shelters
treacherous streets
polluting smokestacks
Oil and gas fueled
Made In America
uncivil lack of holy natural
safe shelter.
Longing in my caged window
I can hear sirens screaming
and a car alarm
warning us it feels threatened
by incorporated investments
In pain
dispassion
pollution
anthropocentric dissolution.
On less barren days
when looking out this same window
I feel freer to learn
from trauma's malformed mystery
Looking up
at Gaia's heavenly sky
less troubled by unearthly anthro-hubris
as compared to trans-continental
pocked landscapes.
I notice how I feel
when looking outside
at the boarded-up house
across the street
As compared to
the organically organized green park
behind it
filled with sacred sheltering trees
Now quieting Earth's suffering
by singing with Her
up-reaching crowns of rooted trees
dancing to a holy breeze.
Shake; shake do the shake n'
bake, got me another round of
hot sauce love bang; Bang!!!!
Quick to jump the bamboo
stick, given it a whirl of double
pleasure gets you off by
any doubts that I can blow your
mind.
Which now is fully bloomed
with excitement as we come
tunneling in a pure inticimy
earthquake, between the
sheets...
Where I've raddled your cage
through the jungle of my hut,
You can no longer excape: So
gore this thirst full erge to hunt
for prey to eat as I catch you
Apon this journey...
Hoping to pounce on you, roll
you around the field in secrecy
to simmer down the heat and
rise among the sun right by
your side with a steamy shake
n' bake love bang; bang Yeah you
Know you want some; So come
On And get me.....if you can!!!