I AM OF HIM A KINGDOM HEAVENLY BODY-Dedicated VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY 2
The color of purple, is blue;
The meaning of love, is you;
You are the air in me;
I am the fragrance entirely;
In truth I am of you;
Chorus I am yours, you’ve created me heavenly
I am shaped by your hands man and woman
Kings and Queens to rule have dominion over these lands;
It’s your purpose, your will, your plans
I am, your child, I am your heavenly body
The skies in my eyes I view;
In richen by your creative hand construed;
In awe of the pleasantness;
It’s I in you nature caress
I am bless, not pressed;
ChorusI am yours, you’ve created me heavenly
I am shaped by your hands man and woman
Kings and Queens to rule have dominion over these lands;
It’s your purpose, your will, your plans
I am, your child, I am your heavenly body
The meaning of love, is you;
You are the air in me;
I am the fragrance entirely;
In truth I am of you;
All that I am, I am of ALL I AM
So a soul that I am, a HEAVENLY BODY
10/8/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
Categories:
richen, analogy, confidence, creation, destiny,
Form: Lyric
I love a summer sunset
when sunlight takes her leave.
Pink and violet in the darkening sky,
like ribbons they seem to weave.
Colours deepen to indigo and rose
as the minutes, they tick by
and all too soon they fade to black
in the summer, nighttime sky.
Sunset is so fleeting.
I love to watch the show
as pastel colours richen
before they take their leave and go.
Categories:
richen, nature, love,
Form: Rhyme
The Arsenic Sunset
Eden now knows what it meant
When corruption took flesh as a
Serpent—
For all things alien
Narrow to a tendril
A twist of black sap
A rune of bloody syrup against tissue-paper tides
Winking crudely among the starved sluggish currents
Of emerald and sapphire
Like a clay-red foaming artery.
A root seeking an oasis not yet tainted
Among jeweled whitecaps and glassy heat.
Eden now knows what it meant
When the urge to ruin something
Stole form as an apple
That could be devoured into
A constellation of seeds withered on your palm;
For the ruin of anything has a stiff-grained pleasure to it—
Not much separates a grimace and a smile.
The brackish wave
And black-slick shore
Ache—
With want, with memory
For the reign of a firmament not yet singed with sulfur breath
And a sky yet unbound by the rainbow venoms
That richen the arsenic sunset.
The thrum of myriad hearts
Sounds the confusion
And the agonal forward trudge
Of a world unfertile
Bathed in alien minerals, and haunted by
The loss of its oceans’ poetry.
Categories:
richen, natural disasters, nature,
Form: Free verse
Worry not my child
Let your tears fertilize me
Richen my soil; cry
Categories:
richen, nature,
Form: Haiku