Guardians of the Shrouded Palace pt1
Royal secrets loom throughout the palace when whispers echo the shadows of the past.
Where once illusions were constructed on the altar, veiled truth, their rituals and elegies in lament stain the Kapala (skull cup) and Kangling (thighbone trumpet).
Those who once invoked the silent deity summon the solar Goddess to return.
Demanding that supernatural entities serve as forbidden guardians.
The sky is shrouded with veils of dark grey,
A dampness cools the dismal dusty day,
The air grows thick with rich fragrant perfume
Of the scents of roadside flowers in bloom.
Soon soft grains of rain gently kiss my face,
With seams of my soul sensing its embrace
And mild waves of joy ebbing through my heart;
Let the rain on dry fields, its gems impart,
Wash clean the streets, sprinkle on earth its grace.
Callously torn in fragile shreds,
I sheepishly snuggle in cozy threads.
Succinctly laced, the cactus leans -
Hope nestled amidst it's thorned scenes.
To bittersweet melodies, in trance,
A medley plays, with puppets dance.
Every errand, a gallop in the meadows wide,
Yet petals of mahogany dews reside.
Am I still alive, or lost in posthumous hues?
A sombre ballet, unfolding in view.
Yesterday's passing drifted shadow
Added to our eclectic collected hoards
A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances
Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors
Of to the limbic labyrinth
The older the memory
The darker the recesses
The further back filed and stored
Within the canyon of the catacombs
Where piled high-skeletonised cognitions and permutations
Reside resulting in a sea of feelings and emotions
Getting deeper as time the thief moves on
Some memories are unwelcomed and dislike to visit
Too painful to view
Are confined to the back of our minds
Reside behind locked doors marked 'No Entry''
Bolted padlocked and locked
By a lost entry key
Some doors are open wide
Not only in our minds
But also within the album of our hearts
That makes our hearts smile upon reflection
Release warm cosy spreading soothing waves
Of a deep consoling of flooding emotion
Spreading through our souls and very beings.
As see so cares
Yet she’s there
Bundled shrouded
Stichic rhyme blend
Clothed in my bare
He caress and shares
12/5/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Muffled dialogue ennui sequestered intimacy so distant,
smothered in ebbing surreptitious fantasy.
Musing how close is close?
Let's take a stroll. Mindful
Each hilly step
But leads, ever closer
To a saint's rest.
Cloud pillowed; above
Herd's grassed request.
You, I. That world-detached.
If yet fleshed round.
In Heaven; whilst short of
Breathing our last.
There to stay. Til hunger
Catches up fast!
Apart
Away
Taken
Treasured
Gloomy
Nightfall
October 7, 2022.
Bitesize Poem No. 53 Poetry Contest.
Early daybreak
The mountainous areas
Still shrouded in mist
The sceneries cloaked
The surroundings look ghostly misty
Sunrays blocked
By mountains and trees
Difficult to see the road ahead
With the car's light on
A thick light
Penetrates through the mist
To give us some clear views
Before the mist finally lifted
By the sunrays
The mist just looks like
The evils and sordid affairs
In the existing world
Blocking our views
Only with light like wisdom
We can be saved
From all these illusions and fallacies
Moon was alike a diamond ring,
All thru the previous night.
She now unveils her flawless rear cling,
When uttering the world in sight.
Pale moon emerged from dark cloud,
Like a deep ethereal sight.
It soars at dawn and dark sky, proud,
It yields a harsh glare and faint light.
Moon on my bed jolts me awake,
Deemed the earth ready-shake.
Lush lovers are set by full moon,
It will be visible, soon.
Written: July 16, 2022
3rd Place Contest Win.
Subject: 4. The pale moon emerged from dark clouds
One In Five 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Heaven is both above and below our feet, so vividly recall that ground likes feeling your knees and breeze likes spinning your hair. By Poet
cogitates on rousing heaves my treasure
glorious sunrise becomes murky to pink
as the sun sets the sky turns gold
my brooding nearness to daisies and cellos
a rainbow arched across far wing amid rain and sun
overcast gloomy and sluggish
the gist of the nature mesmerism
detected illusions covered quietly
blooms of the wilderness in the woods
cognitive murkiness that dims fanciful notion my treasure.
Written: March 6, 2022
1st Place contest winner
Form I - Imagism - New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
The sun has darkened.
The world is slowly moving to a crawl.
Your evil presence is here.
I can sense you.
I feel the cold air.
I feel the frozen ground,
When I look at you.
I feel the rage inside of me,
Waiting to get out.
Your tongue is sharp and vile.
Your smile is darkened,
Within the depths of hell.
Your heart is made of stone.
Everyone is traumatized that you go near.
What could have happened in your,
Life to make you so evil,
So cold so inhumane.
This is madness it has to stop,
The world is insane,
I look into your eyes,
Words I thought I would never utter,
Goodbye I have to go,
The tears gliding down,
Looking and seeing the real you,
Your Tears falling, falling, falling,
Please don't leave me, I can't control her,
She has no soul.
I need you, help me.
I'm not leaving you, I'm right here.
She falls into my arms crying ,
Confessing her love to me,
As I reach for the phone.
Shrouds mystically cover
sad shadowed environmental things
as clouds hover
over ego/ecological glad relationships,
Earth empowering,
Heaven enlightening
like outside's natural winds
of evolving tradition
and inside's spiritual breath
of revolving
bilateral
inter-communications
In/ExFormational BiCameral Systems
of prickly thought things
and gooey
shrouded
binomially felt co-relationships.
Shrouded in grey, summer storms seem mundane;
till wet leaves turn shades of emerald green:
ordinary's, redefined by the rain.
The lion roars; clouds morph into its mane,
and lightning flashes streak across the scene:
shrouded in grey, summer storms seem mundane.
Gusting winds spin a rusty weather vane,
testing the sturdiness of Man's machine;
ordinary's, redefined by the rain.
The river rises as soggy slopes drain
and electrified air smells ozone-clean:
shrouded in grey, summer storms seem mundane.
As the clouds disperse, a few drops remain,
and the leaves on the trees retain their sheen;
ordinary's, redefined by the rain.
The monstrous storm, once depleted and slain,
sullied skies shift back to aquamarine.
Shrouded in grey, summer storms seem mundane;
ordinary's, redefined by the rain.
Hermia and Helena are ready to fight each other.
The same can be said for Demetrius and Lysander.
To keep this party of four from throwing a fist,
I will cover them all with a thick morning mist.
They will fruitlessly chase each other without a doubt.
Each one will fall asleep when they are all tired out.
Based on the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare
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