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This soul knows that you’ve heard mine
murmur
of the I who caused thine thunder under
your garment true
I saw the flush
the blush
of your pink
your face
when they read mine page
Oh the commotion
when the read was of the flush
yes
that pink blush
you left ‘pon the likes of i
when
you pranced on the me
pressed on the me
with your hymeneal
flesh
Of the trust
‘twixt
the us
ELSE is ... and I am ... I feel
and there is THEY ... along with I
surfing change onboard a present now
cumulating beyond a was and then
bow waking a forward felt endurance
imagining time as flow through fuzzy edged space
ELSE agrees or ELSE confounds
as futures fill with will and when
conscious conversations twixt ELSE and I
merge expectations with dreaming on ...
I flicker out ... become one with ELSE
in a where-when netherverse, with no time nor space
foaming, forming fields of potential, continuous birth
ELSE is ... and I am ELSE ... I feel ...
exploring I and THEY in their time bound place
sentience caressed by curious visitation
probing intrique across a cosmos born
with child of of ELSE, a multitude of I and THEY
matter I ... and matter THEY ...
to ELSE sustained, semi-potent, dreaming on ...
We bide our time upon the cusp
Twixt what may be and surely must
From evenings hush till morning hours
Begging chase through moon lit bowers
Where gleans the will in blissful trance
And leads the way in halting dance
To just beyond what grasp may reach
Where barely recalled memories teach
Tween what is now and might have been
To tease the eye with promised gleam
With silent whispers barely heard
That nary leash the fleeting word
But call to mind the long lost plight
That dreams and hopes in lofty flight
Might grant surcease on windswept wings
With unbought time and unsought things
They are with us..' life and death the chance to look
Or look away.' To involve to speak or remain silent.'
I will be maligned if I do, maligned if I 'do not' what
To do? Which is best.' I read its on the tounge that
Power.' Yet that power i covet not.' Nor any brutish power
The power to overcome.? That I consider different.'
There is much to overcome, starting with myself I
Must consider? some I have achieved.' Some i must
Still work on.' There is also how I am percieved by
Others.' Maybe that can only be overcome by God.?
What is death? What is fear.? Even life temporary here.'
Lord I've seen your strong hand, i've spoken then forgotton
I had no plan.' No true idea of what you could.' Do
I'm learning Father I do, cry loud to you; I did some wrong
I learned from man.' I'd give so much, to change so much
Now not in my hands.'
Bereft of pride, of human sight.' I can trust it not' its range
Or light,
For its fading blurs the lines, twixt anger and hate
Twas with me so.' Thoughts of calm yet flashes flew
I'd wander aimless..Saying I knew.' Now I need your grace
Your guiding hand, I wish to share, a love so grand its
Love, your love. I crave it more.' I wish to bolt the pasts
Dark doors.' For Iiving in my early life; consigned to You
Midst dark deeds rife, something like Moses was my
Birth, brought up in a home of cunning and its gilded
worth.' To
Be as one..'Yet not i was not alike; its hard to think to
Quantify i wrestle with reasons, I resolve now not to try'
I'll lay it all before your power, the truth and and hope
Lord the worlds lies; I'll trust you to overpower'
You alone know it all, the same today, as in the fall.'
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A POETIC WALK WITH MARIANNE MOORE
Come read and let my voice
take you along a
syntactical line
Better yet
if well met
listen, make
this a unique
‘as is moment’
‘twixt you & I
Line indentation
underlines the parallels
of my verse
The shape
my syllabic disposition,
the stanza
my unit of sense
in ‘sentence sounds’
surrounds
A phrasis of the poetic makeup of Marianne Moore.
Lisaten to me recite my poetry on Youtube under pen name of ichthyschiro
Would a starry sweep
Alight against an engine
As seemingly the great aghast retain
The seven sent, the cranking, a bespoken
A hotel, a precipice, a lantern
Will witted the seats perplexed
Weighted in among outlook
So lore is not the shattered page claiming
Wine and windows, the hoisted village lit
From one to another against the 8th
The moon swing eradicate
Would take offense like a game
The sweet success of thine party strewn rile
Wheeling the window lifting a ship house
The commotion to view earth from afar
How afar the moon and twixt
Bells by the 8 door exit
Always the shift of 7 flat
The feast of proportional enemy
Cast across the ozone, observing
The visit of views, the Space Hotel sights
Such an assertion wild, stars
The great Space Hotel alright
uplift
my heart
dispel
distress
cast off
despair
begone
music tingle
my spine
emotions
realign
half dreaming
...dulcet
slow
gently awake
'twixt night
& reality
still
in no man's
land
now engaged
open
ascending
higher&
higher
presto
spinning
round&
around
escalate
&wait
a repeat
unfolds
phrase
by
phrase
skates
then
slides
stirring
into
action
continuous
exhilaration
echos
on repeat
from
edifices
of sound
strings
that sing
harmonized
into one
played
breathtakingly
fast
dispel
my disquieting
thoughts
Its ludicrous in wales today, ideology holds the maddest
Sway.' A twenty mile an hour plan, for every motoring
Woman and Man.? And every bus? and taxi too? A lunacy
A type of zoo.' Thats how i view this stupidity, and it can't
Remain..' Twixt you and me' just like a joke, its really bad
Thats plain, which be shared, cause its too sad.' Some scum
That float
Ideas and division, have slashed and torn, the soul and fabric
With savage inscisons.' almost un-human, its nearly there'
Cold as ice, devoid of care, Wales needs more optimisam
Less oppression, more hope; and not such blandness and
Nonsense revision, with inverted tropes' baboons i say could
do no
Worse, than your so called leaders all davos re-vh-ersed.!
Wooh oh
You wear a badge honor,
Your heart is filled with courage;
You have rings around your color;
No one would ever know that;
you’re homeless
He’s homeless, I’m homeless not hope less;
Jesus is not home and I’m not alone
For you have the freshest breathe;
You have the sweetish smile;
While all the while
You’re just a child of God and your homeless;
you’re homeless
He’s homeless, I’m homeless not hope less;
Jesus is not home and I’m not alone
You’ve lost your job lost your house;
Sold your car, live in the park;
Yet in the alleys of the city,
Stray dogs N cats share their meals with you;
The world looks on gladly, to you so sadly;
Good things you’re a widower;
Good thing you’re alone (you’re not alone)
Chances are people are hope in, Alleluia,
Take baths in the sink,
At Village Inn
Walk to the park at sunrise
Pick wild mint twixt the grasses
Chew on them to freshen your breath;
Don’t feel sorrow for him;
He’s got Jesus all around and inside him;
you’re homeless
He’s homeless, I’m homeless not hope less;
Jesus is not home and I’m not alone
Now a house is a mortgage rented bill;
Wood, drywall siding thrill;
Home is where; home is where the heart is
And if your heart is in Jesus
Then you have a home
You have a home; in Him is your home
You are not home less
You are not homeless but heavenly blessed
you’re homeless
He’s homeless, I’m homeless not hope less;
Jesus is not home and I’m not alone
8/21/19
Written words James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
From forthcoming anthology “Old Gospel Songs Sung"