Five hundred twenty million light-years far
from Earth a meld of galaxies has spread
its multi-arms wide open ‘midst the star
Orion cluster in its wedded thread.
With limbs outstretched, in stellar reach enmeshed,
the astral realms seem grouped in fondness spree,
by constant star formation e’er refreshed,
as if united through affinity.
Mankind’s subsistence may revolve around
embrace of nature’s procreations rife
in cosmic regions or on earthly ground
a wakened sense of reverence for life.
That human beings be humane is key.
Could spheres celestial teach us harmony?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in sonnet form…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
‘The ethics of reverence for life makes no distinction between higher and lower, more precious and less precious lives. … How can we know what importance other living organisms have in themselves and in terms of the universe?’
~ Albert Schweitzer (1875–1965)
Explanation: The Hubble image shows LEDA 17532, a multi-armed galaxy merger some 520 million light-years away in the constellation of Orion.
Lo! is my heart so tender gives;
A breathing spot a place to live;
Harken! Loud is the choice I fill:
Embracing the promises of my fore fathers;
I engage in procreations of my generational sons and daughters;
As my forefathers die;
The last of this world generation cries;
Woe,
Woe
is me
Help us all to achieve
I believe
God will make our way!!
My
My
My, God today keep them Generation Blessings coming!
Hallelujah
11/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
If the color blue was sad
Would it be black?
If the black lost it’s color
Would it be white?
If white married lavender purple
Would it too, be blue?
What about brown and yellow
What’s procreations due, would the children be orange
For what’s at stake;
The color spectrum
Rainbows and crayons
Would it be black, if it’s midnight?
Would it rain blue, if the water falls?
What am I to do, if I’m blind with no vision?
You see the lavender purple people
Have painted themselves into the corner of the room
The lights are turned off
And black is in full bloom
Colorize…………..
12/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Out of dust we were made
Men, in the best form
And in the womb we were laid
The womb of whom we all call mom
After nine months, we arrive
Unto this unruly world
Forward we all aim to drive
As destined by the omnipresent God
And like trees we grow
Towards the light
And like oceans it flows
The blood that gives the body its might
At teenage age, we begin to struggle
To make the future better
At any slight reprimand, we grumble
Even though it is to get our lives together
Emotions begin to spring
Emotions different from that of blood
The feeling of love and hatred that emotions bring
Drops on us with a thud
We progress to adulthood
Burdened with bigger responsibilities
Activities that alter our mood
We work with larger capacity
We become parents of our own
Family is all we think of
Waiting on our children to get grown
After we've catered for them enough
At one stage we become children again
The stage we become old
Depending on our procreations to ease our pain
Because we are no longer bold
And finally we die
And to dust we return
The scriptures do not lie
And for the evil doers in hell they shall burn.
Brows from the west wind, clinch and glint abreast.
Bracelet she wears,rocks rhythm to country's souls.
Her coloured oval Lips subtle the thought
That she braises when it comes to domestics.
Her subdue touch and crutch are her good sorts.
Echoes of the heart, the chance that chest should date
With no vowel vague; and apprehensive to many.
Lo and behold certified and satisfactory core.
When we she built up beauty with peace
Our hearts long for day by day to feel and see?
Despite giant writes and intact punchy speeches,
Yet her dumb and deaf jokers move no inch.
When will her peaceful procreations procreate peace?
When will are heterogeneous veins vaunt brotherhood?
When will her crowns suffice apartheid recurrences?
Or peace will dwell after the extinct of all her utterances?
~A.O~
Entered into: Gail Angel
Doyle's "Echoes of The Heart" Contest.
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