pink moon with purple shades
at the bosom of the blue skies
enticing paradise of divine hues
sings the nighttime lullabies
cypress trees charcoal black
arches to touch the moon
whispering their secrets shyly
a night chanting they croon
moonshine drizzles over lakes
silhouettes dance on the wave
tiny stars glitter on the azure
delineated as diamonds in pave
solemn somberness dissolves
aback the cascaded treetops
impetuous yet mystical gaze
downpours amity drop by drop.
Innocence
Once,
Met with an image
Masked in modernity
Walked in purity
Smiled in serenity.
I stopped and reckoned,
There was a river
Flow like giver
Soul and body
Amalgamation of Chastity.
I acknowledge
There was simplicity
Wrapped into somberness
Dignity
Packed into Seriousness
Vanity
Dressed into richness.
Am I allowed to touch the blue of the magazine?
When stars otherwise kiss the somberness of the night?
Am I allowed to collect clouds in their ephemeral charm
And restore them their delectable delight to shed pain?
Can I turn orbs of sweet dreams of my own
Into the flavor that I love to color and add
a dash of my-ness into the air I breathe.
If so------
Then I promise I would recite the most exquisite poem.
Elucidate the most enchanting secret.
Write words that never conspired to appear in the most famous minds.
Let me drink my morning brew without exasperation.
and buy Time with my pocket of skills.
I promise I would give you a better garland
Whose fragrance would have designed no mind before.
I promise I’ll give you the piece that would
require no customization, and a tune free of cost.
I would give you the right to justify my wrongs without a grudge
And never turn a deaf ear to your sweated breath.
I would forgive myself for all that I have nurtured in pain
And give myself a Hi5 for having broken my own record.
If only you allow me to be, I’ll give you the gem I am.
It's another morning of waking up
with your shadow in my memory
like a ghost that hunts my thoughts
from dusk till dawn.
I should forget you, but I could not,
for, you're like an unfinished melody
that echoes on the empty stage of my heart,
that left without finishing your song.
I still remember when our days were young,
when you asked me to walk with you
on an uphill trail, but I refused, because,
I could not match your gleaming glow.
You were like a diamond under the sun,
shining so brightly against my somberness,
leaving my heart stunned until these days,
thinking if I was right to drift away from the luster of your charm.
*For Janet, my long lost star*
December 13, 2023, 5:28 AM, OST
GI, CCOM
Hey buddy
I can’t tell how you feel
How you cope and slope
How you firmly grasp hot steel
Methinks you`re courageous.
In stoic life’s state, just state
no crime!
For you have one irreplaceable, valuable
and unbreakable thing.
You!
Remember a promise to self huh?
You promised.
You sang, and wrote and developed
emblazonment.
Conspicuous for sundry
No running out of optimistic posits
Amid endangered deposits
You promised to smile and not to tear down.
In somberness ought you not frown.
Didn’t you identify with dynamic?
Singing songs of the versatile?
They still echo loud as yesterday
Hope you won’t be tempted to yawn
Just in case you inhale toxic, killer and apoptotic ideas
They`re never audible, not at all edible
Their entrances just whispers, slowly waltz
Hey buddy, Give up!
Good New day dear one you have slept well
And you shall arise with a a renewed fresh breath
You will be encouraged in your somberness
You well be strengthen in God there is no division in Christ
You and God are one
You are a beautiful spirit, soul and heart
You are wholesome, sound
You are found in the abundance you are glorified
And embraced with the flower in the skies
You’re an angel, a fawn, sawn soft yet hard
You’re stronger than a diamond
You are glorified
You are watched
And you are chosen you are strong
You are God’s Daughter
And encouraged you are
Blessings so to you
5/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Well, Halloween’s different this year –
More things that are real we must fear
And with no trick or treat
There’s no junk I can eat
So of candy corn I can stay clear.
Home and stoop decorations are few
And there’s hardly a costume on view.
When I walked down the street
I expected to meet
Little kids in their dress-up debut.
Chalk it up to another thing lost
And I wonder – what will be the cost?
Will we snap back real fast
Or will somberness last?
For the former, my fingers are crossed.
my hope hangs
with these stars
lost somewhere
beneath darkness
in the valance
of clouds
that hang
overhead
in the somberness
of january's wrath
as it rains down
its icy tears
beyond the hill
the moon hangs still
abating hope
diminishing
like warmth
of this sun
hidden
in the somberness
of december skies
and downcast eyes
i watch this snow
descending around me
flakes falling like lives
one after another
the chill of wind
wrapping me
in the same
frigid grasp
as death
i feel
as lost
as footsteps
fading
in the depths
of white
sweeping
across the ground
as my tears
fall in disbelief
shattering
on the ground
below...
Hate is thys strongest endeavor,
And you have your greatest hold
On my essence,
Keeping me in the darkness of
This abyss and eternal
Darkness,
Recession,
Destroying,
Ravaging,
And scorching,
My mind,
Body,
Even my soul,
You left me your victim
Leaving an unescapable dismay
And displeasure upon me.
For you are the unwanted
Obscurity in the somberness
Of my chronicle
Of my endeavoring agony
And anguishes,
That I've come to fathom.
My everlasting desolate malice
And vexation
Will forever be upon you.
As the door closes, my clarity is lost
The somberness cured by no write
My abilities tainted by acknowledgement
An ego fed, a dread nourished.
Truth has become vague, experience false
Passion is ignored, beseeching praise for a figment
Joy betrayed, to a want to excel
My heart unheard, still maintaining life.
Another's opinion, precedent over my own
If not commended, the quality is denied
The effort of honing, can not suffice
My talent blurring before it has begun to shine.
To continue, I question the purpose
A vision disregarded; a poet, unworthy .
While wand'ring ghost town scenes of memories
Loose mind like shutters bang in channeled thoughts
Old haunting spirits restless and distraught
Now roam deserted streets like tumbleweeds
Dirt devils funnel, scattering dead seeds
As rattling chains of broken bonds stretch taut
Dark tortured faceless shadows, though not sought
Appear in screenless windows taunting me
Behind saloons in alleys where we played
Lie trash cans spilled of hope and broken dreams
Discarded remnants of relationships
Have all but disappeared from time's decay
Those youthful days spent by the sun dried stream
Are now recalled in silent somberness
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
the murky depths of the night drifts off the lone fisherman
to the tamarind yellow river shaded with ecru of ambiguity;
wind whispers wrapped in sweet somberness and shivery softness;
yonder a hint of golden honey light beckons a beautiful uncertainty.
Written on the:
(Biblical Calendar) 14th Day of the 7th Month, 5775
(Gregorian Calendar) 27th of September, 2015
The archway with candles lit around it
Illuminating it's hollow beyond the mass grave
Of fallen bodies of men, women and children
Who lie peacefully in prominence.
A widow sheds a tear,
Dressed in black
With a veil shadowing her face,
She weeps until her eyes bleed
And until the ground is soaked with her sorrows.
Dusk settles
The sun deviates it's reflection from the bodies of the fallen,
And once again the darkness reigns for twelve hours
Where evil revels it's deceitful intervention.
The moon is arrayed in it's light
But the dust and smoke of buildings bombed
And houses torched, engulfs the beauty of it's resurrection,
With the smell and taste of somberness and melancholy
Stained with the absence of death and vile.
I Am
I am woman in the Realm of Man
I am inner light in a place that’s growing dim
I am strength in a time that reaps weakness
I am deep as an ocean in a dry and barren land
I am unusual in a uniformly yielding world
I am colorful when shades of dullness unveil
I am animation in a slow motion picture
I am Harmony in the Clash of the Ages
I am truth in a creation of lies
I am a rock holding up the quick sands of time
I am hope in a land full of despair
I am inner child as conformity matures
I am integrity in a world grown corrupt
I am courage in the face of adversity
I am faithfulness to the Great I Am
I am control when all seems helpless
I am melody when cacophony rains down
I am sobriety in a drunken state of mind
I am Mother Nature trapped in a web of steel
I am serenity as the raging storm sets in
I am bliss when life grows cumbersome
I am craziness that guards against insanity
I am soul as the flesh bleeds and withers
I am laughter when somberness invades
I am more than what existence intended me to be!
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