How can these dupes called humans
shine a light of ten thousand lumens,
writing something wise or smart
with feeling and with heart?
These morons walking on two feet,
if you ask me, are obsolete.
I was lost, but now I'm Found
just a Ghost Ship drifting Unbound,
through Storms and Flame, through nights and days
wayfaring through in Most Excellent Haste,
through darkened mist, Into Seas of Light Cyphers
I Am Solar Rexus with the Solar Light Piper,
the Soul Vessel, it Gleams Immaculate
Deep Diving the Inner Galactics,
Venturing Afar
for the Spark within burns like Djeds and Stars,
Wielding Torches, Illumined to Navigate
Unto the High Seas and Gales,
Unto the Celestials, it's Exuberant
Crista Insignis, I Harken to Boundless Lumens
Ever So-Lucid, To Believe is To Become
Resist Not, those Typhonic Winds Into The Sun
"May is the month of expectation, the month of wishes, the month of hope." - Emily Brontë
May, sweet scented month of fullfilled dreams,
vivid vernal birthstone wishing well,
green fingers for the world, planter of faith,
whose warm sunshine basket a miracle,
sowing golden garden bed awash with,
heaven’s heady hue that wing borne blessing,
white and pink blossom cluster soften angst,
boon to sagging soul in need of boost,
pregnant omens one can cling to,
such as azure blue sky lumens in May
Burning sun departing
ember of its fire
graying
as autumn leaves
spent
and blown by wind
of confusion
obscuring clarity of truth
opacifying colors
muting sounds
masking fragrance
boredom of night
broken
by lumens
on windowsill of sky
waning moonlight
flickering of stars
as tremor of aging
before darkness of soul
without life
angels of night
raising gaze to Light
beyond the lights
inviting a return
to the Sun fire
burning stubble of fear
with peace and
hope
of a better tomorrow
coloring soul
with graces
dancing with joy
at the music
of daylight
Love
Second Place Winner-Brian Strand: Only Feb 2025 Posted-2/13
we both knew
you had me
at first glance.
weak in an instant
was I,
then...
I collapsed
and shattered
into you.
Irresistible charms galore
ooze out your pores,
glowing thousands of lumens
in your eyes.
They gazed into mine,
trapped, I saw
no escape.
I knew,
we both did,
that you had
me.
So, you are in jail,
no, I will not pay your bail.
Your mental illness
made me the villainess
in your life.
You ran away,
refused to stay
when I said your delusions
would follow like lumens
in your mind.
My hope is now you're confined
the voices in your mind
will quiet down,
perhaps will drown,
and allow you to come home.
Human minds muse the light
fire thoughts to the mind sky.
Fools flail for all their might
angry screams hide each cry.
To view the true sole source
take longs looks at the sun.
See earth's lasting first force
its rays can't be undone.
Dark dreams occur at night
while there's no sun up high.
Atoms fuse lumens bright
wise ones won't tell us why.
Myths are spun by the sages
unsure advice to try.
Faith filled tales through the ages
many truths to deny.
We all live with some fright
nature needs to be heard.
Hope that we do what's right
light shines the final word.
107 words rhyme 6/2022 Pen illustration: G. Gaul
Quasi-Humanistic genesis theory of the cosmos
focusing on the sun's light energy.
Inspired by Gustav Dore, Salvador Dali illustrations
and the teachings of the Buddha.
gone back to nature
plants overtaking the streets
nothing to wager
no fannies in too small seats
no more televised repeats
nothing new to learn
knowledge without a future
only time to burn
always idle computers
no new wounds needing sutures
airplanes are all still
no one's borders being crossed
no steaks on the grill
no more items to defrost
nothing's gained when all things lost
meters keep running
no demand for solutions
nothing is cunning
no bulbs creating lumens
Planet Earth void of humans
for the right opportunity has an offer
to give her love the closest gift a journey
breath of God
we caress we cuddle
her and I
each other embracing arms
admitting dreams of prayers
and each step a loving kiss
and sharing her breath together we witness lumens
A spark of love from our hearts
9/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Ashamed like a tree
by the wind bent
angry like the wind
that did the bending
neither I or my friend
could remember
the words in the poem
we had read.
On the cruelty of
the assignment
mulling in bed
wouldn't composing
be better than
the parroting?
But at nine decided
would best go sleep
and the adults obey.
Astonished
on awaking next day
every word
had surfaced to my head
like interest given free
by the bank
or seeds sown in
and next day
myriads of flowers
rainbow green
on a carpet blown in by wind.
Lumens angels of the night
power dreams
shine bright
when the heart is asleep
fears unearthing
past errors reveal
so history itself
wouldn't repeat
with warnings veiled
in terror
to unscramble
a car crashing icy roads
may predict
running away from
a monster may mean
to returns and embrace
to heal.
Unrestrained by heart's
fear or greed
sleep walks
where he wants unseen
finding pieces of puzzles
truth reveals
only when the reason is asleep.
Stars and moon shine only
in the dark
when the sun is asleep.
Stray meteoric passion’s red hot beam
fire-wires moonlight dervish in a bold splash
clouds of glitter coat my sweetheart’s gleam
as solar powered pulse rates cut a dash
welder’s arc vapours rise from pure raw ash
us copper tinted fiery orbs ablaze
melt first flush easels with our brimstone rays
spiral eye bright lumens fuse galactic
species skyline sweltered rapt current phase
with torch bearer incense so ecstatic
Date poem created : 10 August 2020
Title : Incandescence
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
If gloom descends; Capsicum appends:
Removing dooms in plumes of red lumens.
Biological conversion from stagnation to movement.
Shaman, brother, lover, friend.
Bold holistic resolute.
Unequivocally coalesced in this; a magnificent fruit.
lumens of wishes for boys and girls
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Shambling alone on the periphery of human warmth
Shorn of friendship
Ostracized from faith
Limited in contacts to nuclear kinship
Sausage-linked by an umbilical cord
In aeons
Saturated with discord
In the darkness away from candelas lumens of neons
Reduced to a bag of misery bones
Away from feelings
In war-weary zones
Teeming with sleazy dealings
Fed up with life
Terrorized by famine
Enveloped in knife led strife
In portions of guanine
In the DNA inherited
From dotting parents I love
Greeted and treated
With respect on Earth and from above
But, I feel so forlorn
Although I pretend to be happy
When on my own
I feel within my soul so unloved, unwanted and utterly unhappy.
We dance the confines of our far apart
as though the distance was a normal thing
of cages now estopping lumens' touch
in empires of imperial decree
where lawful ownership is thus allowed
of geometric shapes though air we breath
and blood pulsating does each ampere haunt
in order to preserve the ruling see.
But each time I'm denied the warmth of touch
I feel the dying of my human soul
in algorithms of a bastard psalm
now written thus a darkness could then drain
the very essence keeping it in place.
We have but hope we of the people kind
against the plasma lacking in their ilk,
but hold the ancient yearnings in our watts.
Our tears are but the echoes of the verse
that bound us in millenia now past
but since the onion skin was put to flame
or so the elders tell us in the runes,
our future is now prayers to opal ash
that once glowed with the prophets' DNA
since passed to us as chosen ones of light,
extinguished for their once brave-spoken truth.
Let's take the tinglings few that we can feel,
imagining a world of verdant past.
We'll keep the currents as the spawn of faith
and pray the vibrant land will reappear.
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