I sense you lurking and searching, just hanging in the backdrop.
Waiting, anticipating a spiritual eavesdrop.
My vision is clear, as I only need my first eye. The other two only serve as confirmation of the presence of a spiritual spy.
My spidey senses are tingling; the detection alert is on "Red." A schematic reconnaissance is in motion; the subject is carefully read.
There's nonstop monitoring and spiritual gazing.
With spies listening and peering,
For intel and character smearing.
Their mission is clear: to steal, destroy, and kill.
My! What a baneful bastille.
But salvation and freedom of sovereignty reside deep inside.
And there is a mighty fight against evil tides.
Free will is bestowed by the most high,
Meanwhile, dark spirits still lurk and spy.
When Lizzie was the lizzard queen? There were trumpets
And a jubilee..' A word from the Bible (by the way) you see?the
Tree was gilded in a 'night for day' the scenario was quite schematic..' As in royalty were indulging; in satanic antics.'
andrew was hidden in her wings 'as sanitized artists had
Their sings' That tree of knowledge shimmered so cold ' it
Was about (genetic alteration should you have not been
Told?) The firm that crafted it have a 'dark old name' yet
Ever from creation its been the same..A sad whey pale king waits
Out all the rains' as heaven is opened o'er humanity's pains.'
For the contrived inducement of fixated being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette
of metamorphosed color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon slyly cocooned,
paints the shifting façade of deception.
In the ostensible enactment of life’s incredible drama,
the performance perfected in one-act play
with the obsession of passion professed,
gilding the consequence crafted by alchemy,
the surreptitious shift from one actor to another,
is an axiomatic drive of the dormant design.
Out of the limelight, the clandestine colors fade
on the tangible visage of virtual makeup,
the pallid original face morphs mystically into
the veracity mirror of fragile actuality,
reflecting the real rendering of identity,
rinsed with the primal hues of persona
of the distinctive disposition embodied once.
The spasm of schematic perception splits the mirror,
the shapeless shards of shattered pretence
scatter as discarded debris willfully abandoned.
Transformation creates the deluding entity,
an alien in its own renovated realm,
completes the illusive paradigm of contrast.
A complex domain
Of subatomic particles
And the dynamics of
Physics which works
predicts the existence
Of a novel tetraquark
Compositions of beauty
Charm quarks and two-light
antiquarks schematic predi-
tions might one remind the
other The introduction to
Schematic.
Strong forces from the
exploration of centric functions.
The visible; at the core of this
Exploratory parts of exploration
lies the enigmatic fundermental
strong force.
Central to this understanding are the
therory of Quantum chromodynamics
all which governs the interactions of
strong interactions.A handful of funder
-mental particles known as quarks,
engage in intriguing interactions by
exchanging gluons.
Glouons create all the composite submatter
that eventually form all the visible matter of
the universe.
Words where clarity is needed include,( which
Is listed undefined) hadron, mesons, pions, quark
antiquarks,baryons, protons, exotic hadrons, gluons,
Abd glueball.Spin and parity, experimental or discovery.
Production and detection to unlock its full potential.
Bound isoscalar axial vector.Antidiquark and diquark
undefined.
Some different tactics in negating a war, a Russian
Schematic, quite probable i'm sure.! To any armies
Poised to strike.? Consider this soldiers' as you might?
Like 2 acres of land? to till and harrow; make ponds with
Fish, build greenhouses full of marrows? Potatoes radish
Sheep and a cow, free range chickens cabbages in rows.'
Your very own house, on rich fertile land a generous grant
To develop and plan, the space is here, we're free market
Now..' communisam went west.' The air here is pure and how!
There's a lot of whats best..just drop the weapons leave
War stuff. Make love and prosper, theres more than enough.' Find time to live a more familiy life, come east
For the promise, we bet that you'll like.! Just park your tanks
And buy a boat' theres lakes and rivers where you can
Float.' Away on weekends.. Then return to work build your
Dreams you can go (full flight) theres lots of ladies all
Un-jabbed so many.! Such healthy children; they can carry'
So Mister Putin..I hope you'll agree.? To stop more killing?
Just some advice from me.!
For the schematic inducement of compulsive being,
the transmuting tenet of identity
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon
paints the shifting façade of contrast.
In the ostensible enactment of life’s drama,
the performance perfected by obsessed passion
of playing the multicolored roles,
the sly shift from one actor to another
is an axiomatic design of innate drive.
As the colors amalgamate in the limelight
on the visage of the virtual makeup,
the chromatic face morphs into a mirror,
reflects the illusory actuality in shades of gray
with the perplexing disposition of ambiguity.
The spasm of contrived perception splits the mirror,
the shards of shattered pretence
scatter as abandoned obscure debris.
Metamorphosis creates the absolute entity,
shaped by the distinct contours of black and white.
The uphill climb,
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank
parchment of mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
The gripping gravity
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the present instants,
fastens in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.
The intent inertia
of living force
creates proactive
causal momentum
of tumultuous time,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.
The construed continuum
of elusive eternity,
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuation,
emotionally evasive.
The climb connotes
a futile foray
to nowhere.
Maybe nobody really cares.
Maybe I should never dare
To trust a human with my secrets
That I’m not ready to share.
Maybe I should just give up,
Just smile and wave and just say ‘yup’.
Maybe they'll always let me down.
Maybe they’d just watch me drown.
Maybe I’m just being dark,
Maybe I should just leave it alone.
Maybe I should cool off in a park,
Or maybe they’ll be the ones to shatter my bones.
Maybe, just maybe, I’m paranoid,
Or maybe there’s some truth to this noise.
Maybe I’m being overdramatic,
Or maybe I have it down to a schematic.
Springtime’s sparkiest
blue skies schematic
seedlings to be transplanted
with cup-bearing daffodils
and mimosa sunflowers
2/22/2022
I went to church with my daughter and her family
soon after my mom died. I sat between my two grandkids—
one in kindergarten and the other in middle school.
THREEFOLD MOMENT
fractals of my heart,
schematic of special moment,
illuminated as i breathe.
i kiss my fingers
touch his knee, his elbow,
his chin— boo boos
pointed out by him.
his warm lips
touch his fingertips,
land on my heart.
God told him so—
whisper of an angel
or a strong current
protracted by God,
straight to my favorites
this threefold moment
between me, my
six year old grandson
and Comforter God.
11/12/2021
Flung in art pastel colors distance
Drawing things turning yes drawing
Canvas castello engaged and printing designing lonely leveling
schematic writings
And a paintings on the wall so alluring
Taking a photograph from out of my heart
Hand over hand meeting knots
That designing demonstration designing demonstration
Picture perfect murals
Dormant drawings
Charcoal tempura paint drawings
Graffiti pictures spray painted building walls
Designing demonstrations distance complications
Foreign warrant pictures
Drawings and paintings unimaginable
Passive pass pastel colored drawings dawning
3/31/30
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
STOP POLLUTING
A
KYRIELLE HYMN
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heed climate warming it's for real!
Not all life can adapt,
symbiotic pairs will, yes keel,
sadly becoming fact!
Stop polluting, recycle, please!
Time is running out we must act,
help nature right our wrongs!
Simple things like recycle that,
sweet smelling or it pongs
Stop polluting, recycle, please!
Mother nature still begging help.
Seasons fickle, forlorn.
Yes, she can see us suffer, yelp!
Begging is not her norm.
Stop polluting, recycle, please!
~~~~~~~~~~~
NB The only thing it has in common with Kyrielle is the refrain.
Kyrielle Hymn
Type: Structure, Metrical Requirement, Repetitive Requirement, Rhyme Scheme Requirement, Stanzaic
Description: A hymnal stanza with appended one line iambic tetrameter refrain.
Origin: American
Schematic: ababR cdcdR, etc.
Rhythm:
xX xX xX xX
xX xX xX
xX xX xX xX
xX xX xX
xX xX xX xX
Rhythm/Stanza Length: 5
Pasted from: Poets Collective:
http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/tag/iambic-tetrameter/page/2/
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
yes, the stars shine bright ere the clouds
bright spotlights in a vast darkness
sadly unseen, above dense shrouds
in the universe, it's vastness
on the night when clouds give in, thin.
o the milky way, its glory
many a tale, told on a whim
ere it is no jackanory
tales of many endings untold!
of planet earth? it could be one!
a story, as yet to be told,
ere we must stop all pollution!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Serventesio
Type: Structure, Metrical Requirement, Rhyme Scheme Requirement, Stanzaic
Description: An eight-syllable quatrain rhyming abab. A variant on the redondilla. Schematic: Rhyme: abab
Away from tireless desk job i.e.,which obliged
swearing allegiance, fealty, loyalty within complex
edifice, where obsolete quaint rubric, schematic,
thematic mantra "We Bring Good Things to Life,"
met with gnawing, emerging, chomping
objectionable quandary. The sedentary station
exhausted, milked usurped mental energies
linkedin hinged upon the figurative linchpin
sans contractual mandates. Steady employment
obliged conferring, forsaking, invoking credo,
ethos, hierarchical jujitsu marrying obligatory
penance requisite at General Electric, (which
daily tasks borne with gravitas witness
to crunching numbers vis a vis from gifted
mathematical application, and scientific mind).
Thus decades on end, my father remained
steadfast on this straight and true decree,
whereby dad (analogously applied his
Semitic nose to the whet grindstone)
applying inherent and learned math
ematical/ scientific principles respectively.
He made excellent use of mechanical en
gineering degree (earned free of charge
at Brooklyn City College viz Veterans benefit).
Push it right there,
it's schematic addictions dismantlement in prisms,
push it all along the way-
rotation of grapes,
push it into the grey-
for we cannot fake our face...
Slow the born band,
because we reprimand,
yet adorn the command,
push in push in and see the next best,
squeegee encounter,
and then a phat rent.
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