Most cherished of thoughts, ideas abloom,
spreading, expanding
Overcoming harsh crushing repression,
breaking loose into a fluffy
sacred cloud bound emancipation
Liberation! My spirit takes flight, light,
mellow, blithe and callow
No longer crushed prostrate
'neath the crushing tyranny of the basis gossip
I inhale an atmosphere crisp and fresh,
bounding upward, deep into the wide blue yonder
Grace most astounding ecstatic!
Voices mocking, condemning now stilled-upward
I soar toward a far more welcoming place than
I have ever known
Rejoice!
A STILLED POND
Once a wet playground,
A ducks' and frogs' Disneyland!
Now quiet and stilled:-
Winter is no friend to ponds;
freezing out their livelihoods:-
A frost-charred Ash limb
casts a stark arm above a creek.
Soundless waters languish
untouched by dazzle or shade,
all is a petrified stillness
etched upon
only a reverie of motion.
Snow hangs in the air
unmoved by any breath,
if a twig is snapped now
the sky might break.
Raw fingers
clutch an ice-gnawed pebble,
I could throw it,
cast a counter-spell
to shatter this moment
as if it were a static vision
in a brittle mirror,
instead, I enter the stillness -
grasp the biting stone
like a deathless diamond.
Solid harden black stilled heart
Blood flowing yet spiritually stuck
Tired and exhausted toward the mouth
Cold, miserable distain spewing out
spinning, twirling like a flag on a pole
Dripping, driving like a man on a mission
Repented on the fallen on knees
Solid harden black stilled heart
2/11/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
An Octopoem verse poetry
brightness
mocks the darkness
furrowed footprints
wander
across the blank page
blown clean
by gusty gales
cold taunts lifeless trees
a lone leaf dances
to a distant drummer
©12/27/2022
Winter Storm Poetry Contest
STILLED LIFE
an enormous
symphony
fading
dying
mirrored
to pause
&
reflect
in
complete
isolation
in
a
symbolic
tangled
wasteland
a
restful
gaze
upon
intense
reality
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
The click and the lock.
The cuddle up to the scope.
The power of the thought that now I can kill a man.
The test on my soul.
The barrel facing home.
The knowledge that death is in my hands.
The rifle is ready.
I hold drilled, stilled steady.
A movement now ends a life.
The crack in my soul.
The bullet let go.
The silhouette now hits the ground.
The dark of this night just got darker tonight.
The smoke rises slow.
My mind takes control.
Nature lets me go.
I’ve just killed a soldier, I’ve just ended the life of a man.
flowers open
stems curved
petals presented
in apparent
composition
of shape in space
of scale & perspective
subtle
optical
the almost chaotic
innate
yet suspended
assimulated
prosaically
in concept
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
The holy bell rings
With happiness and cheerfulness
A man and a woman
Say yes face to face
In front of a priest
Instantly
The mother-in-law's eyes
Turns stilled
Seems to say
The holy bell only rings once
Don't you ever forget your promise
floral fluidity
disclosed
in fragile beauty
artifacts announced
in allegory
a semblance
of stilled life
ornate
yet commonplace
enjoyment ancient&modern
in fragments
of familiarity
assemblage of emblems
of
the everyday
motifs
anecdotes
of the incidental
ostensible&elementary
inanimates
to deceive
the eye.
Stilled.
A dream of Heaven on Earth is first,
And then a wish to fly with birds,
And then a want to make it so;
So we evolve and on it goes.
From worms we grow to become Kings,
And things are dreamed and eventually seen,
And in-between we become keen,
To find the source of everything.
Desire is the light that burns inside,
From babies cry, to not wanting to die.
We need to live, we beg forgive,
We give and we give,
So still we try.
Ambition is a manifestation,
Of human power, the strength of will.
Intuition, mother’s invention,
The endless search to not be stilled.
(C)2021 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Farewell, stilled heart
They say, all good things must end
Why?
Why you leave
life plagues the soul
I grieve for love
Why?, Why did you go
for I may never see the truth
So absolute
You heart stop beating love for me
loneliness is my new companion
why are you gone?
What went wrong?
You no longer play our song, darling…
as I clasp my hands and shed a tear
Only now in my mind do I hear
You’re none beating hearts voice
For you left me and your heart hard, it stopped
3/22/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021
Big banged universe
nascent space expands
wraps time at birth in eternity
a 4D time space warped lattice
mirage of relativity illusion.
In the couldron of desolate life
within bleak niche of loneliness
crunched cosmos of mind
collapses in singular space
soul shrinks to a speck
in diminished vastness of void.
In ardent precinct of pristine love
two love-locked hearts
entwined in infinite continuum
time contracts to captivating instant
perpetuity freezes imperceptibly
in stilled moment of belonging.
February 9, 2020
For A Brian Strand Verse Freed Contest
one moment
seems eternal
in your absence
increments of time
lorn on fate's hands
lie motionless
as if frozen
like one drop
of winter's rain
on the edge
of an icicle
restrained
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