Spurns Poems

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Each day, I bury the version of me who loved less. Enthralled by my own becoming, I have fallen out of love countless times into new love. I savour each moment spent amidst my anointment towards higher values, and I ask, is love worthy of me? The idol of love is tantalizing, patient and kind, it does not envy, it does not boast – love is erotic and sensual still, it yearns and longs for the lives of others. Love is deeply human, and in its humanity can become. It haunts us, begets us, spurns us, and yet I do believe it is worthy of me, sweet Sappho would agree… 
Each day, I bury the version of me who loved less.

Whispers Of Autumn

Beneath the sunset, snug upon blue hills
are stalks of corn; a standing army gold   
but long, their shadows fall like swords that stills
a weary legion cold with growing old. 

Like soldiers dug in trenches they hold ground —so holy.
They hug their summer-season-dreams of youth.
The sun, their crown, now spurns them burned and browned —unholy!
Nor’easters shred what’s left with claw and tooth…

Oh, solstice rays once  s  w  e  e  t  as sugar maize, 
the shadows short as days were long. The throng 
of lazy mornings bathed in earthbound haze,
ah, leaves raised higher by the evensong. 

September swans press wings in hum against the freeze; 
a whisper to the rooted to concede to Autumn’s seize.


(Contemporary Sonnet)

Life Reclaimed

Man is predestined
to destroy his world
Consciously damning
‘free choice’ unfurled

An apex predator
upon himself
No rhyme or reason
or logic dealt

Self-destruction
his stock in trade
His nature foreign
to all else made

Killing his brothers
killing his sons
Shakespeare prescient
of what’s to come

Time irreverent
he never learns
What sets him free
his folly spurns

The clock is running
the hour late
His words now toxic
and filled with hate

And when it’s over
but one thing changed
A new world order
—with life reclaimed

(Bryn Mawr College: June, 2023)

Forged From Fire

     Devil's vengeful roar captures innocent 
     Exhale scorches bystanders randomly 
     Volcano spews brimstone belligerent 
     Dissolves small boy's chance single handedly

     
     Hitler contempt casts heinous destruction
     Whip of his cape compel madmen to leap
     Grief ingests itself, victim grows gumption 
     Roots for resprout cling to resovoir deep


     Wrap gilded courage with rebounding soul
     Compassion coiled to return after hurt
     Bravery engraved on stalwart patrol
     Solution driven man spurns Satan’s curse

  
     Devoid of vanity, heart vivacious 
     Benevolent flare given in furnace 





          Sorry 
          My Selfless Beloved











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Sleeping Beauty Galaxy

Sleeping Beauty tosses and turns
as in a course contrary churns
galactic realm outside the heart
where further spatial spying smart
more astronomic savvy learns.

While telescopic eye sojourns
through visionary sight discerns,
the fairy talers too impart
Sleeping Beauty.

Enlightenment delusion spurns.
As mortal flame’s desiring burns,
in slumbered dreams our paths we chart
and strive to craft a living art.
Oh when will I awaken, yearns
Sleeping Beauty?


~ Harley White


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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…

Some sources of inspiration were the following…

Black Eye Galaxy (Wikipedia)…


M64: The Sleeping Beauty Galaxy (APOD)…
Explanation: The Sleeping Beauty galaxy may appear peaceful at first sight but it is actually tossing and turning. In an unexpected twist, recent observations have shown that the gas in the outer regions of this photogenic spiral is rotating in the opposite direction from all of the stars! The fascinating internal motions of M64, also cataloged as NGC 4826, are thought to be the result of a collision between a small galaxy and a large galaxy where the resultant mix has not yet settled down.

Little Collateral Damage

Children's lives lost to war - a grave mistake, 
Sad unforgiving abnormality.
Damage, collateral, for no one's sake,
Spurns norms of humankind's morality. 

Failure to survive beyond the childhood 
To heinous human criminals of war;
Fairy tales, flawed, as evil trumps the good, 
As hopes of innocence cut short to soar. 

Another war is on and children die, 
Damage, collateral, for no one's sake.
A heavy burden cast on human mind - 
Lost children tiny graves - war's grave mistake. 

My children live to tell, well fed and bred, 
Spared from destiny of mad men mistakes. 
I laugh with them but furtive tears are shed - 
For those lost lives my heart silently aches. 


January 21, 2023

Happy Christmas Everyone

Christmas 
witness

Noel’s 
sleigh bells

Twinkling 
inkling 

Reindeer 
brings cheer 

Season
reason

Santa 
grant a

snowfall
for all

Cherub
hubbub 

Glisten 
listen 

Yule tunes
bing croons 

Advent 
time spent 

Manger 
changer 

Starlight 
glows bright 

Ice skates
elates

Tidings 
glidings 

Fire place
shows grace 

Gold rings 
joy brings 

Belief 
relief 

Elves charm
spurns harm

Bandy 
Candy 

Spices
vices

Gift range
exchange 

Excite 
this night 

Beaming 
gleaming 

Cookies 
rookies 

Blessing
guessing

Carols
hymn pearls

Fir trees 
yes please

Greetings
meetings 

Glory
story 

Jolly
holly

Merry 
cherry

North Pole
has soul

Nutmeg
clothes peg 

St.Nick
warm flick

Relish
well wish

Peace dove 
feel love 

rejoice 
one voice

Date posted ; 13th December 2022

Rotate Consciousness Polarity

Rotation of consciousness, like grease in axis, 
Smoothens the meditation process in praxis; 
Yoga Nidra, like the sleep, relaxes each part,
Meditation, like music, turns an art of heart...!

Isn't hydrogen and oxygen form water?
Nitrogen with hydrogen Ammonia polar;
Ethanol or Lithium or sulphur oxide, 
Each by polar properties delightfully dyed...!

Nature gives unconditionally like mother,
Streams, hills and vales could be replaced by no other;
When soul says to fall into their flow if mind spurns,
In us polarity of grabbing highly burns...!

Lust, often, like CO2, extinguishes flame of love,
If both mingle love-life toward delight does shove; 
Surrender to the truth brings divine grace of peace,
Lies, conflicts and dominations leave none at ease...! 

Splits should give way to unity and lies to truth,
Anger, annoyance and fight should turn gum-less tooth;
Love and liking for virtues, should like palms-trees, thrive, 
Compassion, like ember in furnace, be alive...!


11 November 2022
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Decaprios Pleasure

his pleasure, under twenty-five.
lives like a king…his haram screaming
are they fortunate to be young enough
to find another find…will another man
take Decaprio’s hand-me-downs?

some women are okay with being eye candy,
led to be lucky to hang off his arm.
ladies, don’t think of his big Titanic
but of the eating-Gilbert-grape brother.

gross to join with the devil. demonic activity 
surely there. one who spurns the word of God
to bare their bodies everywhere.

God loves their bodies more than they do.
Adam and Eve could only find fig leaves,
tried their hands at sewing, but God
covered them with His only Son’s life.

don’t be jealous of Decaprio - hell’s
staring him in the face - does he look hot
to you? he forgot who gave him life.

his star will fall to the greatest depths
unless he repents and makes reparations.

9/2/2022

Garden Shadows

Time bears signs to be indicating something sinister.
Hence, the world sustains, as usual, oblivious finisher. 
An epoch passed; cannot heave it from the dead. 
Clocks implore us to stop, but time spurns us instead.

We squander our youth, oblivious to times streaming. 
It walks on with ample reason and expanded despising. 
We set our rare sights on a spare mountain to challenge. 
Thus over time, what was once lucid, swivels scavenge.

Time is the fruit of our ultimate sin in the Garden of Eden. 
We were made to be rightfully everlasting and undying fun.
Now comes the affliction that willingly made us heartless.
Limit our divine destiny and assure us, in nothingness.

Written: November 21, 2021

For the Beauty of God the Father's Daughter May I Have Her Hand In Holy Matrimony

Look at her beautiful 
but it's not about her body though 
Those there the thoughts of touching her
 lust mindset changes course I engulfed and embellished her 
with my spiritual heart she's embraced and her Father's arms 
This is His daughter I witnessed as she spurns my charms 
I watch and embellishment in my mind of hearts
 I deserve more than this as I'll wait and ask her Father for her hand 
And in front of him I devotely stand 
Ever presents her evidence her soul awaits I stand 
For and offer a holy kiss
As the angels witness
 I ask the Father for her hand 
Just once though I am a man,
 who's abandoned my selfish pleads
As I forfeit those once selfish thoughts
Pleading and asking the Father for His daughter's heart 
Promises of love holy holy a bountiful love eternal natural bountiful love
I ask  Father God may I have your daughter to see in Wholy
Holy matrimony
Please thank you Father
Hallelujah

1/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

New Seeds

What you ask me to deny,
I in many ways affirm

The truth will not belie
what your apprehension spurns

Believing in myself
and the voice that speaks within

I cast new seeds into the air
—and beckon the four winds

(Haverford College: January, 2021)

Prospector Prospers

Succumb to a rabbit hole, avalanche perception
Compiles tiles sliding, interchanging hues
Collapses cement rigidity command of tension 
Cube covers corners interior cog subdues

Determined digits dive in darker dire dimension
Coming to glinted dug river bed treasures
Coalesce of pleasures drift in liquid suspension 
Culminate in mind crowned proud avenger

Clever surface turner ensures dirt spurns limits
Combative burrow tunnel richly delivers 
Coherent limber fingers edges can never inhibit
Campaign clocks widening prize winner

Squander of wonder prevents viewpoint shifted 
Deficient Virus solution outrage renews
Seething bacteria rehashed in plastic indifferent
Daunt of grainy agitation, a cure debuts 




       13th January 2021 

        Kai Michael Neumann's 
       
      ' If The Rubik's Cube Was Round'

Free Bird

The bird spurns to me,
And then gone somewhere on tree,
Where it can eat free.

It Is What It Is

Mom learns it
  Dad earns it
Sis turns it
  Baby spurns it

Auntie bakes it
  Uncle makes it
Niece shakes it
  Nephew takes it

Gramma sets it
  Grampa nets it
Granddaughter pets it
  Grandson sweats it

Neighbor buys it
  Friend tries it
Doctor eyes it
  Chef fries it

You feel it
  I peel it
We deal it
  God seals it

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