My prison is a place known all to well.
It brings joy to some and holds terror for most.
The air becomes heavy as I am forced to listen,
and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was declared treason.
the opportunities keep on getting cooler,
but the techniques that are used have always been quite peculiar.
I begin to ponder if it’s indirect torture,
taking its course gradually over time.
I wish that I could resurrect my euphoria,
even so, I have to return annually and I have no choice but to keep this
nostalgia.
All I can think about upon entering those gates is my downfall.
In spite of that, all I want to hear at the end of the year is a drumroll.
I’m well aware that it’s true and good for me,
however, it doesn’t hold a good tune,
Oh how I wish it could have been a better melody.
- World consumption is increasing in line with population growth and
prosperity - change light bulbs and there will be light - quote by poet
Among the antiques
Large aesthetic prism chandeliers
will aim stars in your eyes
Let us embrace this sparkling light
A decorative object
Each prism as a shiny mirror
from rock crystal
or semi-precious stones
such as quartz and amber
A wilderness of mirrors
Crystal glasses, silver cutlery and decanters - multiplied
With the prism chandelier above the table
where words bloom in every celebration
A timeless rhythm of togetherness
amidst laughter and shared moments
The ravages of time has been preserved
Bloom into your light and let it blaze on forever.
Bring forth your best to the table, and give your best endeavor.
It's time to transcend your doubts, fears, and your shadow.
Release past beliefs and awaken that sleeping creative energy, and permit your consciousness to channel, flow, and follow.
Transform your life into something truly spectacular.
Ascend to that point was equal to the creators' vernacular.
Rise to the occasion when your skills are required.
Be the one whose words have the basis to motivate and inspire.
Always walk facing the sun as shadows will only follow.
Be the one whose words are filled with passion as Apollo.
As a delicate lotus, let your words be sweet as lilac.
For the vibrations you send out, they shall return, in greater proportions, they shall come back.?
A People Power Champion
that how they speak when
most people say his name.
Stormester Amir born in
Mobius Grander(Parts Unknow) once
blacklisted and removed
from active competition made a
world renowned return
" Amazing Impossible Possibility"
a promoter named his intent to be
Champion.
Due to his inability to get involved
because of his blacklisting
he marveled around and was thought
to be "Masked Wrestler" and
"Slugger Caul"
Both found to be not him
when both men were
challenged to be in the same
arena and were both unmasked
by "Large" Gussy Steeper.
Arco Danzon and Bolero Clave Dinger
were found to be the Masked grapplers
but due to there ages some spoke of a
wrestlers conspirasy: most ragsheets reported
the guys being both in there early twenties
but the they beleived was
the Masked WrestlerII had wrestled
Masked for more then ten years prior to
this unmasking. This made the return
of the superstar a specail event.
Jalapeños popped
with that french kiss;
You may just have the heat
to handle me;
Careful, dynamite explodes with a
single spark.
Savor spicy slowly…
Blood and lust;
Your villainous eyes so vermilion,
possessing the vile light of the macabre.
Ignite me leave your mark,
devour my divergence;
Together we’re fireworks..
Viral infection,
swallow spectacular slowly…
Blood and lust;
So succulent the film of me
erupting all over your taste buds;
estrogen and endorphins,
testosterone and dopamine;
Carolina reaper’s bass line,
we just raised the bar;
set to scald each others mouth..
A spectacular flow,
blood and lust.
She-steed's stunning stellar shiny silver shoes,
she showcased so special,
Sam, she-steed's sequoia-sized steed shoer,
stood smiling,
sparkling, starry sequined saddle,
such sweetness!
verdent valley has a refreshing feel
I am invigorated and renewed
my soul feels cleansed by the cold grass
I sit low, looking at the individual blades
the color is fascinating, God’s color
replicated in the leaves of a walnut tree
and the healthy balls of her fruits
spectacular colors that wake me up
and make me feel alive and joyful
My dream trip by train through the Rockies is about to depart
A once in a lifetime experience accompanied by my sweetheart
As the train leaves the station a bucket list desire is about to be beat
World-class scenery awaits as we sit back in our comfortable leather seats
The train with its glass dome provides spectacular views, such a delight
As we climb into the mountains the sun reflects off the snowy peaks, such a glorious site.
Below a river with its colorful mighty flow something to behold
Eagles flap their wings to say hello, our wonderful adventure starts to unfold
Through the trees, a grizzly bear appears as phones flash to capture this incredible event
Creating the imagery for a spectacular postcard soon to be sent
A lifetime of memories created in just two days
Great scenery, delicious food and drinks. what more can I say?
Stunning array of beauty
a gorgeous clash of colors
dazzling twilight glow
at close of day
breathtaking beauty from God
longing to be seen
It's just a poem
Oft I write about heartbroken,
When I haven't gone through one.
How luxury and beautiful love could be; I scribed,
but never been loved with the nature so spectacular.
It's just a poem, only a poem.
Introvert I Am, in reality. My worries; an unspoken sea,
But in papers a well known outspoken writer.
Never for once have I ever taste a kind and honey moonlight
But I give almost all of it with my pen so sacred.
It's just a poem, only a poem.
Often I impersonate voiceless and poor
Their worries, sorrows I tell them to the world
When nobody ever touched the wound so
Suited as mine.
All, a poem- just a poem.
Birthday wishes in my ink so reside
When nobody knows my natal day.
I dodge the snow and the Muse
But they always find me. Why?
It's just a poem, only a poem.
I drizzle the worldly mirrors,
When nobody knows what I look like.
My poetry, a motivation
Whilst noone cares to motivate me.
It's just a poem, Only a poem.
Dear Mr. Pfizer,
I wish I'd been a whole lot wiser..
One year ago I got your vaccine
and things happened to be that weren't forseen..
The first night of the shot my vision blurred
and retina damage sadly occured..
The eye doctor said there's a hole in my macular.
I can't see it but hope it's spectacular..
The retina specialist thought I had a disease
and wouldn't listen to my self-advocacy..
One year later now I'm happy to say the hole
is still there but no disease came my way. I
won't get your boosters. I hope that's okay?
Sky covers her nakedness
with the raiment of clouds
Stars array in circular patterns
to stage a group ballet
Amid, sits queen moon
in silken robes and a silver diadem
bathed in garish light
with a flash of amber and a blaze of gold
like a halogen lamp
Soon clouds will make way for
the royal maidens’ ramp walk
across the long isle of the firmament
Keep your eyes raised
for the spectacular show
Shove your way to the dais
to get a better peek!
October- 16.2022
~ Placed Fifth~
For Brian Strand's Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
not a collection of life’s greatest hits
more the matter of odd pieces and bits
most aspects of existence left to chance
not always leading to rapid advance
jumbled together through disjointed time
risky, no reason, hardly a rhyme
lots of narrative describing mundane
trivial matters of somebody's reign
not every one of Shakespeare's written lines
proved to be earth-shattering or sublime
the glue which held the product together
background, filler, conditions of weather
creating the common vernacular
not all ends up being spectacular
Fate of sky and sea
in the purple topaz dusk
setting sun landscape
~sometimes blinded strange stunning sunny spiritual so spectacle spectacular sight~
6/10/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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