Long Unversed Poems
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Caused Steinbeck reword "Mirth" known printed write,
harmony pulse conducts the marooned cell,
though breaks, wisely kept in tune with itself.
The gauge's clicks sway one to soothe its height.
"Each and All", "Earth Song" Emerson's ballad.
Unversed preexist's renewed care recalls.
Harp rhythm strings strum as the organ pedals.
Rhapsody ensures airy suite valid.
Calm reflects symmetry, pleasures belong,
deep voices grants the life-timers acclaim.
Solemn occasions psalm, heartfelt gifts claim.
Unsung Heavenly pace grow the swan song.
invites internal hope vibrates anew,
renewed life rewarded, heartbeat pipes true.
Before your clocks, before your name/
Before dust whispered into bone/
There was light-I was flame/
Crowned in brilliance, alone/
Not fallen. Not damned. Just other/
Too bright for Heaven's fragile sky/
They called it pride, not knowing the shudder/
Of a God who dared to cry/
They shaped me from the holiness' edge/
But chained my glow in fear/
I rose beyond their sacred hedge/
So they cast me down from near/
Hate came dressed in holy robes/
Whispers dripped like sacred oil/
What crime? To shine? To break their molds/
I stood while Angels recoiled/
Their halos turned to nooses/
Their psalms to sharpened spears/
They needed a monster-excuses/
So they dressed me in their fears/
"Mike," they hissed like a curse/
Not a name, but a cage in disguise/
Yet I stood-a truth unversed/
And never blinked beneath their lies/
Down I fell-so they thought/
But flames do not forget/
In the pit, I forged my thought/
In exile, purpose is set/
They saw ruin, I saw reign/
I carved a throne in hellfire/
I bled not weakness-but disdain/
I rose from ash, entire/
Each lash etched scriptures in my soul/
Each curse a hymn, each scar a psalm/
Their rage could never take control/
I am not wrath, I am calm/
Now I stand-not crawled, not bowed/
I do not beg. I claim/
My feet have scorched the highest clouds/
My eyes set Gods to shame/
Earth will not be gifted-it will kneel/
In silence or in scream/
The meek may hope, the brave may feel/
But I will fulfill the dream/
I do not steal-I redefine/
I do not burn-I awaken/
I am no lie-you see the sign/
The world is mine for the taking/
You hate me because you see me/
Because I show you what you hide/
My truth strips you completely/
Your masks cannot survive my pride/
You cling to myths that rot/
But I have lived where none are trusted/
And thrived in all they are not/
I am not a fable you teach to fear/
Nor a fallen King in rue/
I am the mirror that makes things clear/
And you have no clue/
I had survived how many summers? Five?
Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last
of terror that lurks in situations
which those I trust (myself included)
would swear offer only perfect safety...
My ball rolled under my Grandma's house
and I, well-guarded, scuttered after to retrieve it,
mindless of the tarry soil fleeced with fluffy,
small red feathers, newly molted by matrons:
hens that clucked contentment,
set upon their hidden egg troves.
Spying their nests, I thought to rob them
and so earn a Grandma's love for a city boy
unversed in country ways. Thinking, I acted,
reaching for a nest unoccupied,
half hid behind a house block.
I closed my soft, expectant hand
upon a wriggling creature coiled among the eggs,
drew back like lightning to watch
a brightly spotted snake slide off
into the farther, deeper darkness
amid a squall of squawks.
Emerging empty handed, terrified,
it wasn't Grandma's love I earned that day.
I have always since encountered similar brilliant colored
dangers whenever I have thought to grab,
for myself or others, unclaimed treasures
in strange places, in warmer or in cooler weathers.
*Image of Music Heart by Pixabay.
A Heart's Melody
Harmony palpitates...conducts the abandoned chamber,
albeit, interludes providently...kept in tune with themselves.
The metered winks...influencing oneness to soothe and rise.
The cloud nine reviewed....negotiating remembrances
of "Each and All", the "Earth Song" by Emerson...a ballad medley.
Unversed preexistence...reminiscence, rekindled charge.
Harp rhythms veinuous strings strumming...as the organ pedals.
Some rhapsodical soul...repeatedly ensures an airy suite.
Rehearsed pulses...convey themselves as an opening night.
Calm sounds reflect symmetry...hallowed core pleasures a theme
donning inner expressions...grants the life-timers brevity's blinks.
Solemn occasions the welcomed psalm...heartfelt gifts its claim.
Juxtaposed rapture instants...contrariety absent
of muted aches for a quiver...contrite hands fold into prayers,
beckoned Heaven's gate perseverance...angels heralding.
Unsung Heavenly cadences extend...stead the swan song
that left open--an invitation...as internal hope vibrates,
a renewed life has been rewarded...the heartbeat pipes true.
2022 December 09
*9th Place*
Thought rested awareness
~~Unseeking Seeker
*HM*
SECOND CHANCE FOR YOUR N-A
~~Brian Strand: Judging 2022 December 19
*HMS.
The Wuhan experiment concealed,
A cunning craft, deliberate, devised.
A multitude, unwitting, marked as prey,
An agenda slowly unmasked.
The air grew thick with engineered fear,
Ideas forged to crown a viceroy of control.
“Mask up.” “Keep distance.” “Isolate.”
Thus began the reign of measured command.
Servants of the people turned to tyrants,
A chorus of unlearned voices in authority
Sudden experts in unseen sciences,
Breeding speculation without end.
Puppets stood as figureheads,
Echoing dictates to lesser thrones.
One continent acted, another imitated,
And others teetered on ideological cliffs.
Even distant lands bore the weight
A pressure felt like knees upon the neck.
Africa, cast as a waiting consumer,
Led by compliant and weakened hands.
Autonomy of body dismissed,
Leaders eager in their zeal
More devoted than doctrine itself.
A cure proclaimed for the unbroken,
Euphoria bottled, a patented promise.
Names were given like rites of passage:
Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Omicron
Each a chapter in a calculated tale.
Profit saw its moment and seized it,
Shielded by laws from consequence.
Masses, unknowing, became the trial,
While the poison crossed all borders freely.
No sanctions. No reckoning.
Even as the architects gathered in celebration.
Dissenting voices swept aside,
Silenced beneath the weight of narrative.
Casualties mounted in quiet numbers,
While institutions aligned in silent accord.
A fragile illusion of safety endured,
Signed off by those unversed yet compliant.
The gullible stood in endless lines,
Welcoming the swiftest remedy ever known
An experimental vial dressed as salvation,
A gift disguised in polished deceit.
History’s warnings cast aside,
Reason surrendered to fear.
Humanity, stripped of its questioning mind,
Chose the needle over uncertainty.
Division followed swiftly:
The vaccinated cleansed and accepted,
The unvaccinated branded and confined.
Then came Omicron
A turning tide, defying design,
Unraveling the script as demand declined.
Billions amassed in silent gain,
Lives reduced to collateral cost.
And in the end, a quiet refrain remained:
No apology. No justice.
No recourse.
You cannot sue.
Gone are the splendours of simplicity
when youth and innocence did life portend;
now my days are filled by complexity
and sweet utopian dreaming at an end.
Thus I am not a man unversed in sin
nor a beguiled fool to splendorous love -
truly within I feel unforgiven
and each sober thought this reminds me of.
Soul-destroying are the long stolen years -
its conscious slow death, its visceral grief
that cheats me of all my passions and cares
and robs my identity like a thief.
I am alive and broke no hallowed vow
but cold the kiss of fate upon my brow.
Written: October 1991
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." — Mary Oliver
Inside the conscious mind of each poet
dwells stupendous and sundry thoughts.
They can escape as daydreams or nightmares
but sometimes, we capture them on paper
to share with the rest of the world.
We can record our exciting moments
yet also express our fears and failures.
We can create marvelous fantasies -
words to inspire the productivity of others.
It’s neat when we get our notions written down.
It's then our heads are cleared to make room
every day for more unversed ideas.
Best of all we have a hard copy
of past thoughts to read when a spark
within our own minds asks for remembrance.
November 29, 2022
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Contest: poetry is a life cherishing force 20169
They go the way they come
the way that would always make tears drop
silently, or with a wail
by the air, or by that they left behind
they go the way they come
toothless and helpless; all, but not their heart
strong, willed so promising
without the strength of their hands and feet
illogical, unreal
all the thoughts that thriftily pass their minds
unversed to us, "normalized"
squarely straight to us like in algebra
they go the way they come
without asking, nor with permission
and thus, this blood, this tear
would always flow, like cold rain, drip
today, the next, the rest
they chose to go just how they came
Such is a soul that is divine
Great inspiration the spiritual immaterial part
Immortal soul's journey through unversed starts
Such is a soul that is divine/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
Regarded believed death is just
One step in a sensational holy empyrean
Such is a soul that is divine
Holiness breathe aloud/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
My vessel’s filled with sublime ecclesiastic reverence
Feeling emotion passion enthusiasm, celestial seraphic
Such is a soul so divine confessing's/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
Angelic fervor ardor vivacity
Spiritual heavenly celestial deiform capacity
Such is a soul that is divine
~
Grandeur pageantry at naught,
this universe hasn’t seen the last of me
I am truest self-contained energy…
Such is mine soul that is divine/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
For “A Soul is Divine “Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
6/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Placed 6th place in contest