Short Channelling Poems
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dawn’s
cheery
red cherries
by the bagful
cheek by jowl they munch
dangling the stem, spitting
out crunchy seeds (tooth breakers)
channelling the healing power
chalking up juicy rufescent bites
at dusk, couple’s cheering cerise cabernet
Atop an inverted pyramid
A seismic shift in brain chemistry takes place
Channelling all mojo into a spiralling funnel
Bottom of it a mirage of an alluring treat
An inedible slice of chocolate cake
There a chocoholic dwells
This mid-crisis coping mechanism exits in vain
Worshipped till another fascinating self-revelation sets in
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The first 'real' poem I wrote
shook me to the core.
I say I wrote it but really
I think I was channelling it.
I was a fifteen year-old girl
and I wrote a poem about a soldier.
I penned it in quatrains and in rhyme;
it almost had an Irish accent.
To this day I swear there was something
definitely surreal about Dreams' Battles
AP: 2nd place 2023
‘Life is a beach and sometimes you fry’
Sun-crested waves meander towards castles in sand from our high hopes of flow
teasing our scorched driftwood channelling waters caressing high tides and low
sun burn riptides and undertow rally trust in the life guards’ experience of sinking
request a hatful of hope and emotion a sunscreen of love and reorganised thinking
4th September 2016
Inside the oceans current channelling energy begins
combing deep sands awakening feelings soar high
Within a deep fountain appearing dressed in liquid light
brighter than the sun your brilliance shines straight through
Crown of awareness to see into the heart
where there is no in between geography
Supreme bliss enters cosmic universal powers
timeless living visions in a precious gift wrapped soul
I awoke and flung the ache;
Deep into that darkness ;
'My heart!' said I, 'thing of love.'
Spiritually channelling dawn;
I heard my heart, lonely troubling thump, thump, thump, thump, thump;
Blood flows I'm alive;
Once midnight- tormentor of my dreams
'My heart!'
In a kingdom full of hearts;
Deep into that darkness;
My passion is the cross ;
Once I sat engaged and thinking;
6/24/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
If I wandered through the room
With lazy-lidded eyes
And a half-cocked smile, barely there
Would you see through my disguise?
My aura’s calm and steady
I’ve filled my head with songs
I’m channelling the tranquil spirit
Of someone who belongs
Relax my shoulders, slow down my pace
And say
less than
I could
I keep my speech cool and composed
Feigning ‘everything is good’
Fabricated serenity
Is wrapped all over me
(I’m wicked-nervous to the core)
I'm giving off ‘carefree’