¦¦¦ soul ¦¦¦ awakened, ¦¦¦ spirit ¦¦¦ soaring
¦¦¦ carried ¦¦¦¦¦ on ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the breeze;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the wild ¦¦¦¦ is roaring,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the earth and the seas.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ withered ¦¦¦¦¦ in the sunshine ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ bare trees are tossing ¦¦¦¦¦ branches ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
The dead ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ beneath ¦¦¦¦¦ are ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dancing,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ clouds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ across the ¦¦¦¦ sky.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ see how the ocean is lashing
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ billows ¦¦¦ whirlwinds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ see how ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ waves are dashing,
¦¦¦ hear the wild roar ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ thunder today!
(Blackout of Lines Composed in a Wood on a Windy Day by Anne Bronte)
Rhythm of a River
Soothing
whispers in spring;
with rolling summer rains
revolves to robust roaring rush,
riding on crest of rough rocks on its bed,
chills down to soft rippling rhythm
with arrival of fall,
then silent and
soothing.
lives roaring aflame
loss amidst cinders of california
they shall rise
The water whispers
Over the weary rocks' edge
Roaring to freedom
My, my, my devil be like
Like a roaring lion I am denying
fearlessness courage
powerful majestic
I am denying
temptation negativity
Affirming my ability
Resist, I stand firm
I decline , I reject harmful negativity
devil be like
Like a roaring lion I am denying
8/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
I love the wind
Blowing softly against my face,
Fanning it on a hot Summer’s day,
Stirring my hair;
Making the branches and leaves quiver
And the grasses to dance and sway,
And all the while
Whispering a soothing melody
If one but listens intently.
I hate the wind
Roaring violently,
Making the branches and leaves fall,
Bending the grasses till they break,
Whipping the dust around
That stings the eyes,
Finding its way through nooks and crannies,
And whistling an eerie tune
Auguring a storm.
I’m scared of the wind
Blasting at everything in its path,
Causing whole trees to tumble,
And flattening grass, blossoms, and all;
Generating huge waves
That claw their way to shore;
Crumpling poles, posts, and walls,
Howling and shrieking like a banshee,
And snatching the life of the unwary.
April 23, 2023
Among 1st Place
Writing Challenge - ‘W’ Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
I learn to lead
"Kirat" I bleed
When adorned with anklets and bangles
I resemble devi, the purest of all
I inherit the power to end the befall,
I learn to lead
"Kirat" I bleed
Devi not only mirrors divinity & beauty
When adorned with armour and sword
I reflect the knight
No horror of darkness I'm myself the light,
I learn to lead
"Kirat" I bleed
The equation of excellence and failure
Has solely one thing to allure
Learning it is laborious to haul,
The task undertaken is surely to be achieved
As I bleed "kirat"
I learn to lead
Roaring vibrations
echo through that axe;
The sharpest of claws
subdued to a purr
curled up on the couch;
Soaking it in;
Closing your pores
with cold water;
Loud cup of sound;
Refreshing;
Play again,
I’ll meow;
One more,
make me
beg.
The ocean roars and waves do crash,
Endless blue, horizon smash,
A symphony of power and might.
A wonderland that's out of sight.
Sea foam dances, seagulls cry,
Seashells scattered, treasures lie,
Beneath a sun that's shining bright.
The ocean's beauty fills my sight.
But danger lurks in depths below,
The ocean's mystery, we'll never know,
Where creatures great and small take flight.
An endless journey, day and night.
A back water wash Displacement of large water. Caused by the earth quakes.
Tsunami roaring. Tsunami means harbor wave. It makes roaring sound
A series of waves Tsunami, a tidal wave They are giant waves
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me;
I resist to become one of them:
look at crazy Jacob.
he runs a mouth found in a public pub
which is filthier than the mouth of Sam:
ah, he's terribly unkind to costumers!
If villains of all kinds
menace the meek ones
to adopt their awful ways:
they'll fail to entrap me!
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me...
I am contrary
to their perception;
threaten me,
and I'll respond accordingly!
If they sling stones,
I'll shoot arrows:
who's mightier than me?
A docile lamb sleeping
gives no warning signs,
when anger suddenly strikes;
jeering faces showing invincibility
will freeze their frantic irony;
no battle ground, so frightening,
is ever won without a strategy:
a steel armor can fend off enemies!
I have my coffee now and
sit upon
a chair that gives me comfort;
have TV,
a roaring fire, and footstool,
and myself.
So perfect, I find it odd —
oh, so weird.
(March 2022)
Up to Mount Olympus
Where the Rabbi sits
Dolling out Mitzvah
In his sing song voice
Down into the pit
Where evil boils hot
Spewing out terror
In earth-shaking noise
Over to the West
Where the KING reigns
From a castle of blood
In-trenched by kids
On the winds of the East
Where the emperor struts
Whirling the air with breath
In disasters that alter the grid
One ROAR brings it all tumbling down....
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-19-2022
Go on, hold on tight to me,
listen to the roaring waves;
Nothing is impossible,
let this quiet your restless soul;
Listen to the roaring waves,
magic lies in the smallest moment;
Let this quiet your restless soul,
everything you see is not all there is
Magic lies in the smallest moment,
nothing is impossible;
Everything you see is not all there is
Go on, hold on tight to me.
When, on that craggy moorland verge,
you make your stand, body braced
against the storms bullying bite;
when you permit the squall
to sweep your soul awake
attending only to the winds voice,
its howling funnel
forged in whirlpools of chaos,
then you will sense that thin thread
that holds you to this momentary life.
If then you suffer the stabbing rain
to corkscrew your mind,
allow the gust-mobbed gale
to expose each molecule of fear
you thought you had banished;
just being there within that mauling,
a hub in the dynamo
of an endlessly turning,
then your breath
will be one with the breathing sky.
If you remain there
all of you that is unrooted
must sink or rise, and if you dare
to grasp that howling by its throat
you will deliver yourself
to the deep dale or the soaring sky
newmade,
as transpicuous as daylight,
your spirit magnified
in the pristine eye of God.
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