~On the boarder of mine mistakes
I shutter I've fallen to the sounds,
grounds of mine beliefs I adhort to
say to the calling screams nevermore
to dream of those the tangled things
tangible things. Sweating bead...of
Perceptional drops of tears sore I am
the emotions of a guilt ridden-humanatee??
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
5/15/2024
Categories:
perceptional, allusion, analogy, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Like termites surface from the clod, out of the blue,
Or like small snails creeping out without any clue;
Boredom dwells in my psyche like a three-toed sloth,
Puts a halt to my day-to-day temporal growth...!
As though nothing to do or do not want to do,
I feel; even though duties standing in a queue;
My zeal and thrill and enthusiasm get hidden,
Joy stands out, as though the entrance is forbidden...!
Is it dejection? Is it despond? I don't know,
Where's my motivation gone? Why is my mind slow?
It seems, sometimes, treacherous; sometimes troublesome,
Where does increasing inner injury come from...?
Perceptional seizures are gone; my mind stands dull,
Concentration cuts off; distractions fill my skull;
Yet, when freshness fills me at the end of the day,
Excitement and euphoria come back to stay...!!!
24 March 2023
Categories:
perceptional, psychological,
Form: Rhyme
“There is per say, no original thought
That that is, is as resonation brought”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There is this and there is that
Spiralling thoughts in time fall flat
Mind body an earth interface limited
Anchored therein; seems we are sedated
Each thought form manifest, behind this moment
A bubble to our consciousness correspondent
Drawn in as of our inherent orientation
Which on thinkin’ needs correction
Fragmented thought analytical
Dwells in shallow waters perceptional
Relying on experience and foggy memory
Far distanced from the vibrant throb of divinity
We recognise moments of heightened awareness
Be it hypnotic music or sunsets beauteous
A tumbler falls releasing joyous elation
Eternity flowing, our meditation
For those who choose to seek
Plunge into still waters that run deep
Merging by melting self into the joy current
In timeless time, assimilating magnetism permanent
Getting thus to thought rested flowing awareness
We are as we are, one with the that oneness
Feeling within rapture of bliss ignition
Cessation got us there by thinkin’
28-December-2020
Categories:
perceptional, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Allowing each pulse to be felt within
Without perceptional interference
Silencing ego borne stuporous din
With the universe thus in alliance
Blockages so removed, the flow is gentle
In childlike trust, we melt into the void
In clear light, we behold Gods miracle
As ecstatic bliss holds us overjoyed
Each thought birthed being in resonation
With the omnipresent divine current
We flow in unending meditation
Vibrant with joy and yet unexpectant
There is no one here, yet bliss is throbbing
Form a hollow shell, yet scintillating
25-November-2020
Categories:
perceptional, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
Joyful innocence of our childhood years
Drawn in through perceptional memory
Carefree exuberance devoid of fears
Fun and frolic in continuity
With fun and games our only agenda
It was a whirlpool of activity
Rolling in the mud we felt no stigma
Flowing joyfully moment to moment
Life was simple; today an enigma
We recall back then, we were innocent
Smiles and tears both came to us easily
Instant forgiveness marked our love quotient
Blissful years of our childhood passed quickly
Hearts entwined back then still stand by our side
Pure love motiveless; embracing fully
Childhood scenes sweet; how quickly did they glide
We reflect now, with this understanding
We were pure of heart, one with God inside
A child once more, ego surrendering
Love does lead, with innocence following
18-November-2020
10 syllables per line Terza Rima poem
Write on the theme of the following quote-
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
Categories:
perceptional, childhood, spiritual,
Form: Terza Rima
Shall have my act together,
My rhymes will come real clear.
Stamping with such confidence
Without no doubt nor fear.
Some days I am muddle,
Some nights don’t flow with song,
Will skip this road of ruggedness
Then shall soar along.
For what is bound will come in time,
Whatever is was meant.
Until I’m pleased and somewhat eased;
Will take this page too vent.
Calmness will immerse me,
Clarity will come.
Perfection at it’s finest;
From the path I’ve run.
Tapping with a little hope;
To bring about transition.
Shall not be confused no more,
Perceptional Precision…
The clouds above they hover,
Promises of rain.
Drenching precious water,
So life can rise again.
Positive finale…
Last verse to share true light.
Let’s have our act together,
Righteousness is right.
Categories:
perceptional, encouraging, endurance, inspirational, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Some parts of poem to think about using in other poems.
Mention Apprehension
What I really had been meaning to mention,
Is that when there is a lot of apprehension,
May bother,
Each other,
And always affected by all the pretension.
Jim Horn
With deep regret mind was set
And worse yet was deep in debt.
Hemisphere had been here year by year.
Adipose was gross dose by dose.
Battle, rattle, tattle
Enact, subtract, crack, lack
Animosity, curiosity, viscosity, velocity
Realize, stabilize, supplies
Ostracize, cries, vandalize
Surmise and surprise and realize
Validity, stupidity, felicity, complicity
Concupiscent, reminiscent, extent
Circumstantial, exponential, potential
Exceptional, perceptional, still
Convey a way today
Illicit, complicit, visit
Directed, selected, corrected
Devoid, annoyed, tabloid, destroyed
War, For, Anymore
Adore, deplore, ignore
Artistic, realistic, humanistic
Evicted, convicted, restricted, depicted
Rain caused water to drain resulting in much strain
Convey a way to display
Emanate and create a way to celebrate
Mettle, Settle, kettle
Riddle, middle, fiddle
Jim Horn
Categories:
perceptional, allegory, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
A child of dreams withdrawn in a state of seclusion
Trudging through with the reliance upon a hand designed delusion
Manufactured emotions man-made potions
Enclosed shores searching for an escape a trap-door
Terrifying inverted confidence in the impurity
Tainted eyes randomly picked to wear a cloned fallacy respectably
Equated to a child’s suffering in the pickings
Of a prescribed abnormality, some would say a self-inflicted malady
Bothersome was the notion that to this problem there was no solution
No magic concoctions;
No self-induced intoxication; to cause a disruption
Of the pollutant that corrupted this child's evolution,
No conclusion only the miss-perceptional seduction ruining this child's
interpretation,
Constantly causing damming confusion:
Could not think pick-up the forgetting drink
Could not breathe smoke the death bringing tree
Could not see bow to the self proclaimed healing seed
Cannot live anymore; so opens a new door,
A new life one this child has grown to adore
Categories:
perceptional, inspirational, life, child,
Form: Lyric
In this day, there was truth
Thinking of wasteful years drowning in blinded tears
Wasting away
Atrophy takes to life; infiltrating the perceptional view
Left to vices the world has taught all that makes you
Continuance of all the same faults
In tomorrow, there is no life
And yesterday has expired
We all live in increments of twenty-four hours
This is where all desire should rest
Not on future or past
Sure is death when life is relying on the next breath
Not holding the moment's gifts
Unseen; dream the dream
What is left when worrisome, death awaits new breath
Nothing seemingly to have one sad
Ragingly mad, unknowing what the next day will offer
Categories:
perceptional, life, death, death,
Form: I do not know?