Open Ended Poems

Unexpected

Did not wish to love another,
To turn on this brother,
Platonic now, or lover,
Thinking of him under cover,
Should I hurl fat bloomers,
Passing by, his zoomers,
Each has a fantasy, 
Would joyboy love old me?
He smiles and waves,.
Blows kisses I save,
Time takes care of stuff,
Can't love him enough,
So unexpectedly, 
Open-ended booty!

ETHEREAL ABSTRACTIONS

an
enigmatic
    esoteric
experimental
  process
with
 innate
distilled
satisfaction

intricate
 tangents
  of chaotic
immediacy
ennounced

an
essence
of
abstract
     phenomena
 of vagueness

 In
an open-ended
happening
of concepts
 & fragments
 in perplexing
characterisation

TABULA RASA

   monotonous
pulsating
   perceptions
of
formal
    coherence
in
open-ended
    fantastical
            fragments
in
the hinterlands
of
ambivalence

gaps
   hiatus
     lacunae
errors
&contradictons
      discarded
then
    restored

an eclectic
    mystery
      of
        ongoing
scepticism
faded
in
a surfeit
of
    analogy

To Me, Today

what is a hope
if not the most desperately fervent
wish of a man— a dream so deeply
staining the edges of reality

a hope lies dormant in my belly
sleeping like a dragon curled
on the hoard of my desire
breath like smoke wafting 

past my eyes and up my spine
tinting my retinas; seeping into my brain
it fires my neutrons and my body says,
why not try again

the days spent in despair— the people
who jeer— the coffee stains and 
splashed puddles and fumbled papers—
i hope to hate them a little less tomorrow

in this suffocating swirling world
my hope-stained eyes see 
a new dawn a new day
a light at the end of my tunnel

even cold wind warms my face;
around me bustles with life,
sun seeping through the cracks
waking up my slumbering hope

today will be different. today will be good
today, a day i’m living for the first time
i have a hope, wide awake in my core
it tells me, it will all be okay

Are We Are

Beside the breathless petting,
love is a wonder timeless -- 
in loin with club
I can see the pounding extended
fierce yet open ended
room for tenderness and caring
beyond the physical sharing

touch is a mystery overbearing

the feel of a lively other

all not silk

also sandpaper

we rub the nature raw

finding depth as we soar

meet me in the Rapture

both near and mystically afar

together we travel

only when magnetically entangled

are we are --

Weekend Recitation

a discourse     
  ornamted speech
    eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics

a dialogue     delivered
     feelings aroused
         from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised

persuasion     intertwined in poesy
       perceptions personified
       arrayed&adorned
       in audible orations
       of
          experimental sound&
                                         sense
freewheeling
       sensable
          becoming sententious
           loose language codified
yet
   open ended
                   figures of speech
                   of arrested moments
denotative&
           syntactical of
            preliterate tradition
solo
    but
        not self conscious
or
     self orientated

words freed
             to float  &   hover&
              find a home
a random place        to rest
a refuge       for letter
                       sound-images
to
   stimulate a reply

Zillions

zillions-
amounts beyond
our imagination
like the depth of infinity-
worthless

zillions-
open-ended
eluding summation
endless quantities revealing
nothing

Unravelling the Quilt

That driving force
that is ink for the well,
this compulsion to compel,
to tell a thing
until it rings in the brain.

Again and again
we sew a quilted cloth,
construe it thread by thread
until what is said
becomes a scaffold
to hang words upon.
A placeless place
where night seeing bats
seek out the heat of
hidden meanings.

There within an open ended parable
both poet and reader
decipher and construct anew
to make a sense, or a reasoned view
of the unintelligible.

Rhyme To Myself

This poem is; an open-ended rhyme to myself;
In an emergency; break the glass, to save thine self
I've seen more than anyone should have to; but my eyes have more to give
They can't take; what you can will through, if you believe in the need to live
I'll be there for you; caring and true, my promises are walls; no sieve,
My devotion; not all that I give to you; defeat, I will outlive

An Open-Ended Story

The Little Girl's Garden

  A finagle of young fairies with colors red, green, yellow, indigo, white and orange with glittering wings are playing in a garden very close to an old house door.  

  Two hours later, they saw a little girl coming out of the house, holding a rubber ducky on her way to the garden.  They are observing the girl as their playing is interrupted.  

  The little girl felt something strange about the garden because all of her toys that she left there two days ago are not scattered.  She recalled arranging them in line.  She just presumed it could be the strong winds that swayed them or a small animal may have played with her toys.  So she collected all her toys and arranged them in one line again.  She put her rubber ducky at the end of the line.  And then she left the garden.

  Four of the six fairies are staring at the other two -- giggling.  They are the ones who scrambled the young girl's toys.

Weekend Recitation

POETICS in PROGRESS


a discourse     we don
  ornamted speech
    eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics

a dialogue     delivered
     feelings aroused
         from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised

persuasion     intertwined in poesy
       perceptions personified
       arrayed&adorned
       in audible orations
       of
          experimental sound&
                                         sense
freewheeling
       sensable
          becoming sententious
           loose language codified
yet
   open ended
                   figures of speech
                   of arrested moments
denotative&
           syntactical of
            preliterate tradition
solo
    but
        not self conscious
or
     self orientated

words freed
             to float  &   hover&
              find a home
a random place        to rest
a refuge       for letter
                       sound-images
to
   stimulate a reply

Our Prayer

Eighty-five
Eighty-three-
we're so blessed.

Three aged kids
five grown grands
two small greats.*

Pray we stay
well- to watch
our babes grow.


January 27, 2023

Contest: Tricube Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Sara Kendrick

Rules: 3 lines in each stanza, 3 syllables per line
Leave the reader with questions
and/or open-ended thoughts.          

*Third great-grandchild due this coming June!

Dedications the Open Form

DEDICATIONS
complex
patterns
a
dedicated
 resource
to
provide
insight
  &creative vision
ever-shifting
in
literary
 convention

expedient
discourse
made manifest
in
 an
open ended

 speculation
of
meditativeof
 thought
a
 substantive
 unity
of
ineffablea
truths
 preserved
in
an
 elaborate
 detailing

mores
steeped
by
fracta
 raggedness
interrupts
this
itinerary
with
an
improvised
response

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

Bermuda Triangle Or a Mere Emotional Trap, In a Day Light Saving Zone

You may never know 
Why that recruiter never had a job 
Not for him, not for me. 
He was a wide-eyed blue 
And end of a story plot 
As we need bodies in open ended doors 
Barefooted writers and bold writers too. 
Where you may never know the next platoon 
Bermuda triangle or a mere emotional trap, in a day light saving zone !

Functional Delusion Teteatete Father My Heart Speaks With You Alone--My Spokenword

Functional delusion heart eyes blinded
 I cannot see open-ended
 Pungent Whispers proactively craving recourse
 Emotions sauntered Amber proud divorce what choice Mirage fanciness rhythmatically benevolent
 the heart speaks Teteatete Teteatete 
I humble myself get out of myself righteous
 Covenant minded sealed in life force breath 
Rainbow promises you enlist
 AGAPE love to be buy your kiss
 Breath blowing life you enlist talk to me fervently such 
Allow me just to portion of your touch 
My heart faces yours Lord my heart speaks
 Tell it hey tell it to me speaks beatings 
BLESSED in mind soul so entreating
 My heart language private only for me and you Lord
 You know my hearts all my spirit and my soul
 Hearts language man knows not it's Essence 
I love your presence as my heart my soul speaks holiday Father my heart speaks to you alone
 Between us two we converse
 FACE to FACE we relate 
Teteatete 

1015/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  (c)2022

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