Silence originated a scent-
But it fades up-tempo
When real strength walks in.
One move like victory in rise and fall
Steps thumping the ground like a warning,
Revising the mandates with every swagger.
One spray courage like a crown-
Radiant, lucid powerful enough to shift the
Leeway.
Every inhale is affirming space, crisp enough
To make the horizon rise with one.
Silence be funky sporadically-
Truth incarcerated too long in the lightness,
Soone step in, unshaken, untwisted,
Unequivocal.
One deodorize the Silence with one's voice-
Velvet thunder, golden fragments and
Triumphant enough to change the gust of air.
My temperature is rising,
the heat has stained my cheeks.
The hue is bent on disguising
anything below the surface.
My secret is capsizing,
I’m camouflaged by the Sun.
There is no compromising
pwhen the heart so loudly speaks
that your whole life it’s revising.
Stand firm and stay strong
Don't do wrong
Because you don't know
What tomorrow may bring
Stay bold so you don't fold
Stay hold, on your ten toes
Facing the foes, making them woes
Which are opposition to your goals.
Life is not all about applause
But a lifetime course
The game is not to be liked
But to stay alive
So you can thrive and strive
Surviving to pay the price
For where you want to be or what you want.
Be proud of scars
They make you what you are
Walk with the smart and hardworking
Let go of your pride
Stay with the wise
So you can rise
Only then you'll be surprised
Because everything you lost starts revising.
The crux of my jigsaw
is plastered on my face.
In scribbles of mine, I find-
a younger mind in my place.
Time's lapsed without define
as I read these words of mine.
Semi-confused and struggling,
Do I revise? -oh, this is puzzling.
What say you, my friend of mystery?
Do you rearrange the past,
or grant amnesty?
Post as is, or adjust its mast?
Touch the voice of the lost,
or leave her voice with a cost?
The past's sound disassociates
from present mind, to recalibrate.
I wrote a poem that alleges
that I left her a little too rough around the edges,
and would I kindly try to rewrite.
So, all night long, I added and deleted,
moved around and repeated,
till she finally said, "Yeah, that feels just about right."
Mama Africa; beauty is oneness
So much love she have got to share, pure she's just like gold
Her glowing black skin so unique and alluring;
Attracting, healing, elevating,inspiring and vibrant
She don't wanna be save don't save her
She don't wanna be save because she's the savior herself
Saving and nurturing all she loves without hollering
The awakened one brimming with energy to awaken more
Dark in complexion pure in consciousness, light giver
Mighty and powerful whoever she touches, change is attained
She's fearless and he-artful, showering love and care
Blesses whoever cross her path, generous deeds all she does
The walk she walks, shows her confidence, cat walk
Walking like a tigress She is, speaks life into the lifeless
Her wrath; enlightenment not punishment, without hesitating
Yelling the greatest inequality is trying to make
What is not equal to be equal, She revisionist
Revising every causes, breaking all chains
Pure and meek; All hail her holiness as she...
Wrestling all evil until the demons pants no more
Leaving every devil breathless.
Rediscovering on revising Myself, Myself and I.
One's self-worth, One's real self on this
Rediscovery of this condition of one's ambition,
objectives, how did one go astray?
Mislead on this road again, Rediscovery to torturous,
numerous detours, different people's faces,
places, plots, and twists.
One's faith, and patience are often tested, and optimistic
one will pull the correct card-faced down; The unknown
of one's destiny, A mystery often scattered remnants
repeatedly scattered, and intertwined like a maze, is
Is it a recurring dream? that leads one to rediscover
this road called self-love, self-respect knowing you
are worthy of rediscoveries.
Each Day Is A Test
Miracle Man
4/19/2024
Each time I view the morning sun rising,
I ready myself for an unknown surprising,
sometimes its a test,
That requires my best.
At times God thinks my plans need revising.
Revising my life
seeking what really matters
letting small things go
Changing Weather
(Get Used To It)
Miracle Man
January 2024
Today begins with the sky smooth gray,
and a morning mist appears here to stay.
A precursor for days that soon will come,
those house bound days engulfed in glum.
If the sun comes later it will be surprising,
My outdoor plans will likely need revising.
The visual I have is of a north wind biting,
maybe I’ll do more weather induced writing,
Inside a library of things uncountable,
clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets
gather words out of nothing.
Mind dust wafts.
A woman approaches with an armful
of my early, roughly cobbled poems.
behind her, unwritten books
begin to fall off bookless shelve.
“Don’t worry” she says,
she is Scottish and actually says:
“dinna fash yersel.”
An old Celtic grandma peeps out of her eyes.
The enormity of everything
overcomes the moment.
She places the fragmented scribblings
in an untidy pile upon a small reading table.
The thought of a ‘reading table’
amuses me;
she smiles while the rest of her vanishes.
After reading all the table had to offer,
I leave the building empty-handed.
Outside, a mackerel sky
begins to rewrite some passing clouds,
Like myself,
it is constantly editing and revising
its reality
the way a bowl fish does
when it swims full circle.
SILVER LIGHT
I once knew a man
who thought he was free
then looked in the screen
to see he was me
existing within a
square cage of silver light
watching ones and zeros
form black herrings on white
making instant choices
from what is seen in there
for goods and services
or victims begging care
watching vague images
upon a cave wall screen
real on the outside
unreal when inside seen
experiencing a life
whenever now or past
algorithm programmed
from the beginning to last
revising for myself
life-long identity
with beautiful people
appearing to be me
seeking virtual truth
from the assured appeal
of accepting all seen
as being really real.
AUTUMN CLEANING CLEANSE Part One.
It’s time for fall cleaning, a cleansing;
And in this the autumn of my life.
I’m retaking my vessel God has loaned me;
I’m cleaning His house renewing, rejuvenation, revising throwing out;
All things not of Him, Rejoicing in the joys of Him;
Following Him I shall be cleansed and remade new in Him;
This vessel shall be cleanse to house is a glorious autumn;
Autumn Cleaning cleanse
10/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Just a moment, time does fly
We’ll be in the classroom,
Beyond Mother’s eye…
Just a moment, soon we’ll try
Breathing secrets – into the ear
Expectant friends shall hear
All of our riddles and wishes
Dreams that arise from summer
When our hearts did forsake
All the reading and writing
The endless studying – revising
Cramming our minds with facts
That don’t claim to be pleasing
Yet they give us degrees, victory
Just a moment and we’ll find
Hidden away, beneath the smiles
Hearts who long for the summer sun
The kindness of laughter, the hugs
From such an abundance of joy
Hearts seem to echo with satisfaction
Feelings so intense they inspire us
To bring back to school with us…
The highlights of our summertime
Adventures in life that delight and inspire us
Back to School Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
August 21, 2022
Polar bears dying,
Governments lying,
There's plastic in oceans,
Its like were drinking these blinding potions,
We seem to think it will all be ok but;
When will we come to our senses,
When will we remove these blinding fences,
Sea levels are rising,
Trees are dying,
but instead we're wasting our paper revising,
What kind of world have we made,
We're sitting back watching it fade,
When will we come to our senses,
When will we remove these blinding fences,
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