Long Walking Poems
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Hibiscus Sunrise
Fragrant breezes surround me,
sifting on the glowing rays
beyond the heather hedge,
walking barefoot,
senses fly,
lemonade the tint…
born upon this early morning sky
Lantana lullabies,
still a faint offering,
relinquish me of moon fed destinies,
setting me free once more
in the golden sheen of a pristine
hibiscus sunrise
Soft, a haze does find me
in a sphere of intoxicated dreams
swirling about this blue canopy,
this euphoric frame bordering
the tapestries of nature’s happiness
On this day wings sprout,
gossamer in saffron flow
from shoulders soft and bliss divine,
perfect of a vision I do long
to harbor near
For in my eyes again
reflects your beauty
and I touch you…
as I breath in the majesty of my desires,
thanking the heavens once more
for my morning blessings
Good morning Soupers
I'm standing on the grasslands surrounded by trees
I'm looking for my Father Shepherd I am lost amongst the leaves
Wandering aimlessly
My mind is frozen my heart pounds, crazy I'm lost
I cried aloud to the winds carry my voice
Wandering aimlessly
Why did I remove myself from the other children
Why did I wander off the straight and narrow path
Eyes wide open in the light but yet I fell into the dark
Walking aimlessly I'm lost but then the grasses in the trees of this life's park
Lit lighted days alone in earthern dark lost
Abundantly I see nothing but the trees aimlessly I stare
Earnestly I glare where has my Father gone
Yeah! I realized I'm here alone
I hear whisper or faint voice (child be not afraid ! You're not alone and Why have you gone?)
It tells me His voice son you're not lost it was your choice
You let go of my hand
And here you stand
In your mind you are alone
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I am wandering away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
LOST I wandered away from my Shepherd Father
But open up your spirit's heart yeah that part
Now you realize that I have been here all along
Child I am your Shepherd father God that I never leave you alone
Ford is high your shipping father God it was you who have wandered off from me alone
So now we together holding hands
In a new dance, new praise we sing
We are walking hand in hand together on this earthern valley trails
In my following of Jesus we walk with the Shepherd Father no longer lost in this worlds trails
03/08/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
One candle wish; infant turns to walking.
The crawl of time; no thoughts of future wish.
The glow of light - reddened in face, talking.
Peach fuzz of blonde, a little flirt; a dish.
One candle wish, so bright, she smiles-a-star.
The fire of heart - she’s sixteen-years-pretty.
The camera captures her near and far.
So fresh of face; the charm of wish; witty.
One candle wish, fading, but she holds fast.
Wrinkles ‘round eyes, love’s time has passed; alone.
Mindful, with no complaint - she’s had a blast.
Many wishes are blown - a true milestone.
The brightest light, one candle wish, shines on.
A heady ride, born in eternal dawn.
There are shallow rollers
and there are deep rollers”
as there are summersaults
that confuse the sky
with knotted dancing
because God is watching
I wish I could see them myself
in Birmingham, or elsewhere
where pigeons plummet
and compliment existence
with their tumblings
Instead, I run my daily miles
past a decaying deer
I can no longer smell
The flies left days ago
for fresh meat
Birds are amazing creatures
that do not need outside attention
and their treasure is in solitude
To continue everyday
means walking down
rotting stairs
that do not bring me
where I need to go
I found pigeons staring back at me,
not rolling down the sky
Beer cans
tripped me
along the way
To sing for a sleeping audience
and a convoluted world of hapless noise
is to know freedom
is to not question
is to not fear
is to learn to carve the waves
of constant living
It is to know
that God is weaving
with Penelope
a shroud I call
home
Traveling shoes on, Got on my Traveling shoes know mysteries do pass through many lands as it is in heavens plan! As it is in the Earth Our Father who lives everywhere but heaven is his home! Life Trees are green with green grass growing with lawn care beginning and endings flowing as we know as far as the eyes can see a new day rises upon the horizon trailer trial howls order in the court with praise joy and thanksgiving shows where the grapes of tongues secret feed! Orange Orchard flows from trees stream to streams like the way the best way blood and body flow in vein healthy movement body flows and through lands flesh grace the goodness and the mercies repeat the walk on solid ground to progressed the soil field valley streams waves of waves of seasons of vibrations loose on Earth stand at attention and salute every breath that gives praise to whom praise fall in love with the giving mind the same perfect peace for minds care to stay with what is what be a celebrating joy of fruitful delights and unexpected dreams sometimes come true through the travel mystery of thinking to think on these things which is clear streams waterfalls crystal clear soothing thoughts smooth warmness warmth with yourself! You changing beauty standards in every color sent to heal the stable-minded wipes the sweat off the brow relief in summertime heat cold heat anticipating Autumn breeze yes in the carefree walking mysteries delight the precious soul delight the joy of light bright tight light supreme court the night traveling mysteries with the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen but maybe some people will never be free with the evidence seen all the time is not seen for or speak for as faith!
1/21/19
"OAT"
I was wrong to quit
It's been too long I admit
Was gone a bit
On a trip
Putting down lagers quick
Now I'm back with a stronger grip
Deep down in the water sits
The key for you and me, it is not a myth
Now go ahead and ponder this
Does god exist?
I will honor this
World and bring the proper gifts
My help I will always offer it
With a whole lot of wit
I already did it, before you thought of it
Had to stop to piss
Up atop a cliff
As I was walking my boxer pit
While wearing a copper fit
Back in the day I bought a bit
Couldn't tell you the last time I copped a zip
It keeps coming my way, a whole lot of it
Meanwhile, all day long I sip
You should already know, I'm off of it
We're polar opposites
You keep talking ****
Unaware, that I'll bring forth the apocalypse
Soon,you'll need a walking stick
And put in a coffin quick
Before Autumn hits
Still paying my homages
I would rather remain anonymous
In all honestness
Here to follow through on promises
Got no time for incompetence
Across the seven continents
They continue their reconaissance
Over the populace
Because of much more than opulence
It does have to do with dominance
And is rather ominous
You're a drone, I'm a rocket ship
You're a mosquito, I'm a hippopotamus
I'm negative, you're HIV positive
I protected it, you kept raw dogging it
I'm clean with good hygiene, you smell like rotten fish
I'm off the Richter, you're sweeter than a box of chocolates
When I decide to finish, they'll wanna audit this
As They Flee
As they flee, those families
Grasping onto one another,
Have given up that extra valise,
(All the news reporters note)
To keep arms free
To carry
Babes and pets —
The beloved of the truly
Civilized — ready
To leave their cars jammed
By their leaving; choosing
To go on for miles,
To go on, as refugees
Walking the many miles,
Abandoning the material things, and
Rather to bring what shared their beds,
Spoke to their hearts —
No matter the weight —
What sings in their souls,
Ancestral dreams and values
Passed along,
Giving a strength to each, with
The prayers, the poetry,
And supporting reach
Of the rest of
An alarmed and watching humanity,
Not blind to to their innocent flight
Or the ravaging of the guilty.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/24/22
God bless us everyone
The Summers were hot in the suburbs of our city,
We had a small sandy yard, a few toys and a kitty.
It was just me and my brother ages four and six,
We tried to dig to China with a shovel and sticks.
Into the hole my brother presses down his ear,
Be quiet little sister for I am trying to hear.
Running to mom shouting, I hear people talking,
Dig further down son, you might see them walking.
How grand our mother was, able to keep us entertained,
Though times were hard, we never heard her complain.
My children live in luxury with every electronic game,
If I told them to dig to China, they'd think I was insane.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
We ask
How would it be like to cheat with your soulmate
My love,we have passed with flying colors defeating all odds yet we still stand now in sync more than ever Completing each others sentences is a coin tossed long time ago
We are far beyond that now
We are an academic article only to be found in the deep web
We are an epiphany of a Buddhist monk about to set his whole body on fire We complete each others thoughts
I ask
If we were to paraphrase the story
Were a fairy brings a tale in stead of making a living out of teeth Were you on the other side are dating another guy lets say his name is Sabelo and I am dating Karabo Can I pick you to be my partner in this sin
Imagine the fun we could have knowing exactly there's more to what reality is feeding us for breakfast There is more to what meets the heart
Can we do this ? Can we perfect this art of cheating?
Can we rename each other's contact numbers on our phones
Can we be jumpy whenever our partners seem to be penetrating deep within the transcriptions of reading between the lines Can our emails be the last line of defense in our communication
Would you dare do for completeness ?
Would you live a glow in the dark life and be in the command center of what peeks your interests in being happy? In fact ,allow me to be an ass
Tell me about your day
Tell me about him,whats missing in his touch that made you gallop in my front door and choose to ooze in my touch ... I will tell you why I am here also,speaking paradise ....,deceiving.. I ask
Is deceiving a justification of a true act of love?
I read somewhere that when you love two people at the same time
Go for the second
Because if you truly loved the first one,you wouldn't have fallen for the second one in the first place I would find you in another lifetime and recognize you in a different language Darling ,it just happens in these timeline its called cheating a century from now Can we turn the tables around?
Can you sneak in my flat?
Leave in the early hours and blame it on your friend
Can Sabelo be a fool for us?
Can he not see whats going on here
Can I pass you walking with him,can I greet you guys? Shake his hand and only look at you once ... Can our hug in front of him be innocent?
We ask
How would it be like cheating with your soulmate?
the dilemma
a man walking home from work through the Olivera noticed
a group of hanged men, who when alive, had argued
about the price of aceite
The devil, that had caused this, sat on a felled tree
polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe
The man, who was on Sundays a lay preacher, was upset
and said what the devil are you doing?
the devil stopped sharpening his scythe, lit a cigarette
the tobacco aroma was intense in the still night
having inhaled a few times and the glow of his cigarette
made mystic circles in the dark
finally, he stumped out the *** with his hoof, cleared
his throat and said:
My job is to collect the souls of those who have trespassed
broken the law of nature, alas 20.000 thousand people
of the wrong sort were killed by those whose souls I was
to collect but could not
it was pointed out to me they were God's chosen people
Therefore, beholden to a promise I had made when God and I were
carving up the world, I could do nothing
Ok, I see, but what about the men in the Olivera?
As I was walking past, they were talking about football!
Would you believe it? I told them to, go hang themselves, and they did