Short Visioned Poems
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Trial by fire
Heart is game, showing us red
Tunnel visioned aim
Slipping bullets, jumping trains
Can't be stopped unless we're dead
Visions and missions are not same,
In business both bring a firm fame,
Visions and missions are same,
For a no visioned,blind his name!
Africa, beautiful continent
Dreamy echoes fascinate
Giraffes heighten inclines
Jurassic known linger
Madagascar nestles offshore
Primates quest reform
Savannah tribes umbilical
Visioned waves x-ray
Young zebra
one
thought waits
in slumber
floating fully
inside waked eyes; closed
hoping to be visioned
made with vibrant and color
instead of staying spoken in
known, but not knowing of the outside
for dreams for it, is its only full life.
A HAIKU AWARENESS TRILOGY
Ignorance darkens.
Thus, be not tunnel-visioned:
Seek wisdom’s bright light.
Lies will mislead you.
As you sojourn, be aware:
Trek towards the truth.
Always seek to know.
It’s said… “not knowing is bad…”
“Not seeking to…worst:-
I drew aside the veil of day to step to where there lives dismay,
where blind eyes rule what lies beyond, an alien in the visioned throng,
a beggar for the simple sight of what is wrong and what is right
where sight is sold beyond my means and gone forever lifes loved scenes.
Max Planck and Neils Bohr,
theorized deep dark matter's gore
quantum thinking of universal matters
visioned truth amidst all the jabber
more clearly seen, cosmos' creation
is more than just an aberration
so, when I grow up, I wanna be,
at the center of my entropy
© Goode Guy 2013-04-22
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/entropy #3
The Brightness in her eyes to my "suprise" brought out the Day Light. Her walk
was
straight, her smile was bright, just like the Day Light.
She greeted people gracefully with such compassion and Love.
Her composure was not Dark it was just like the Day Light. Both Day and Night,
even
when she was not in sight, you visioned her just like the Day Light.
His eyes were parted
as in front of him
he visioned a woman
of his dreams
and so he started to walk
his life and seems he seemed to be startled
by the passion
by her soothing screams
to embrace the kiss they witness
alas they were two lovers
drawn together no longer apart
with hopes of love so much heart
8/29/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Nest
Where is the life? Where are the seeds? Where is the future? Missing lives?
Missing life? Oh, no. There is no life, only a dreamed and visioned desire
My life, my life, visioned future of their hoped lives. Kids from my life
The nest is in your hand, oh my love, don’t be selfish, give your heart
Seeds are your lives and mine. I am your gardener, you are the garden
I am walking on your field and watching the blue sky. Going far. Goodbye.
At what point do we reach the turn
The second before the spiral
At the moment of no return
When all regrets are visioned vital
To our demise, the urgency of the blind
Fat with profit driven policy
Ignoring burnt grass, paying no mind
To food shortages that became normalcy
Wrapped up in pathetic fallacy
Autumn hides false prosperity
Imagined lands of Albion's dream
Fields of flourish not concrete seen
Too scared to admit that we are beyond
Any points of green
The image within,
is it there?
From what I see,
there's nothing there.
I see nothing,
but the darkest shadows within,
the essence of the unwanted souls,
the cries of every undead.
Horror is only there in their eyes,
with the undead beasts drowning them,
with their organs ripped of,
by boiling them.
Witnessing death,
visioning hell,
I could only felt tears rolling,
mind vowing,
hands praying,
and justice to be serve.
Mirror,mirror on the wall,
I wish i could fend for them all.
Form:
I know that all I see
in Nature’s beauty
is a reflection of
heaven’s bounty –
therefore my breath
and duty, to nurture
and respect; thus I
detect in me, in the
sky, and the center
of a wave’s eye, a
radiance as of yet
to be visioned by
man – longing to be
worn in its purity
and taken onto
the soul – I fold each
beam, and tuck carefully
into a vest of memories;
the same pocket all my
treasures are kept
awaiting the awakening
of a greater, healed humanity –