Motives change at the back of the queue
The fire increases at those pushing through
I look at the river, it makes no complaint
The body's poisoned with poor restraint
After awakening, that's where time goes
Screams subside, the mind now knows
Mutant thoughts will be misunderstood
It's another birth, another childhood
They say energy never dies
but never said it'd stay for the entire ride
hand in hand, losing their minds
Even in the darkness
there's nowhere to hide
thought that when their worlds decided to collide
the pain would finally subside
Did they ever really try?
or did they just shut down inside?
countless excruciating tears they've cried
yet still numb
from losing so many loved ones that died...
time after time after time
consuming lust filled emotions
had them drowning in eachother's souls
but fears fueled the endless lies
that their bruised egos told
slowly making their hearts turn cold
so unaware of the true dimension
they belonged in
a place they created together
as their souls continued
intertwining & binding
defining forever
manifested their own demons
trying to protect themselves
from expected cruel intentions
boy, were they relentless
made nothing but a huge mess of this
love & desire
mixed with fear & anger
created an unextinguishable fire
adding fuel to the flames
whenever he was inside her
one anothers new drug
they couldn't get any higher
Endless possibilities begin,
Step into my mind again,
The Intention,
Your Ascension,
A higher dimension,
No longer less than,
Greater then you'll ever believe,
Receive this gift I leave,
Trust you'll achieve great things,
Bring wonders to where you're living,
Always giving the best you can,
Planning for the day ahead,
Remember what I've said,
Abundance is all in your head,
When treading through dread,
Love instead of leaving,
Know you're being fed,
Led by a force unseen,
Working between the lines,
You my friends are Divine,
Able to intertwine,
Within this Complex design,
Find your hard line inside,
Let fear subside,
Reside in your presence,
As its essence guides you,
Ride through with ease,
Open the possibilities,
Release your ability to be free,
From the fear taught to be.
The harp of the ocean ruptures the skin,
blood mingling but sharks do not attack.
Letting sea salt heal all that is within,
finally you are clean feeling blue-black.
Bioluminescence hits with a smack,
dabs of glitter sparkle coating your hair.
With an image harnessing debonair,
a rhythm dances with the rising tide.
Unable to turn from it’s feisty flare,
wild desire to submerge will not subside.
O, cute cat couple in the house, one white and one black,
our lovely darlings, you’re fair Kite and you, dark Jack.
Wherever we go our close company you always keep,
on bed by our cozy side every night you like to sleep.
Jack, you climb up and roll over my sagged shoulder,
Kite, you lie on my paining thighs, for I’m getting older.
Knitting a sweater my wife sits on the sofa with you,
fur and wool strands intertwine to make unique hue.
In separate bowls we give food to you at day and night,
for we need peace, don’t like to see you both fight.
In the closed room when sounds subside, I sit in the dark,
listen happily to the rhythm of your hushed walk.
We don’t let anyone touch or caress you with gentle pats,
nor do we like you to be called animal pets chasing rats,
for you both are like our beloved children we fancy,
we don’t care a bit if people call us a feline couple crazy.
Deepest indigo, the ocean chills.
Gleaming lights captured as the water stills.
Lapps the shore in readiness for the evening tide.
Only froth and foam remain as waves subside.
The darkness releases a magical rhythmic song.
Emerald moonbeams are sprinkled just where they belong.
Abundant with radiant sapphires to illuminate the story.
Nothing remains as it is, yet for tonight we bathe in the ocean’s glory.
*ENABLE
Have I ever called you lately;
Have I since initiation called you baby;
In my silents, ever so quiet
May I enable
I am available
In an act of beginning something
I’m formally enquiring
Your hand, your body, soul and mind
You’re fine, just all mine
Accept this your role in God state of being
We’re being
Subside, let’s ride provide
The authority means opportunity
Make it possible, practical agree
Come away acknowledge savor me
Give your heart, mind, spirit, body to behold
Forward, forth with, turn on
The choice, voiced thought process,
You know you want this
May I enable, I am available
In an act of beginning something
I’m formally enquiring
Your hand, your body, soul and mind
You’re fine, just all mine
You’re not a story, nor fable
You’re a special treasure, allow me our pleasure
Let me support you
Shielding you from
Consequences of you negate actions
Make it easy to continue
I empower you allow me too
Enable you
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Written: May 31, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Quote: "Longevity is not just the accumulation of shadows, but the slow, relentless design of light—where the soul learns to admire the skies." By Poet
8th place contest winner
Years of silence drift in shadow’s hold,
yet life’s glow cuts a furrow bold.
Ascetic patience mollifies time’s tide,
stringent suns succumb, shadows subside.
From a thick nucleus of recall, lyric streams,
etiology carved in incarnate dreams.
Furious storms rage, but sagacious roots remain,
visceral awe gleams through longevity’s pain.
A lingering oracle, sanctuary of grace,
fading walls surrender a sobbing face.
Even barren sand yields to mettle’s rule,
velvet dusk relieves the waning fuel.
And yet the human heart, steadfast and wide,
bears its banner forth—unswayed stride.
O, Merlin, you’re as white as the first snow,
prowl regally like feline queen of nine lives.
Wherever I go on my daily errand alone
I don’t feel forlorn, for you're always with me.
You have a cozy bed in my room,
but, every night you sleep beside me.
You climb softly, sit on my drooping shoulders,
or lounge leisurely on my tired thighs,
and caressing you, I feel your magical charm.
As I recline on the sofa, knit a sweater,
you play with the colored woolen balls,
tangled in strands you turn into a weird creature.
At night when all sounds subside,
I lie sleepless alone in the dark,
sense the rhythm of your cat walk.
As I stroke fondly your silky fur,
you respond with purring melodic meow,
I hear as the soothing lullaby tune.
I don’t like people call you my pet,
for you’re like my child, the magical one.
Lying here, I am eaten
The beast takes its last bite
On a cold and dreary evening
I begin to recount my life
Sliding past his teeth, I weep
Remembering all my strife
Trying to climb, with arms so weak
My pains increase and subside
Slipping past his tongue, I'm hung
Reaching one last time
My eyes close tight, when terrors sung
With a beastly sort of pride
Falling down his throat, I'm choked
My breath taken from inside
While hearing every ghastly note
The beast sings and cries
Past his lungs, all hope is gone
So hard I thought i tried
Into it's gut I'm finally done
Inside the beast I died
Christopher Pitts/2013
What Is A Poet
To blend thoughts in silence
Document your own words
Enlightenment for readers
Poems are therapeutic
With rhythms and rhymes
Sink back and decline
Fall into a colorful book subside
Knowledge to gain insight
Mind pondering
Hand to writing
Open minded soulful
Read in between the lines
Understanding through someone's else's perspective
Appealing titles that pulls you in
The passion for writing
Poetry is like breathing
True heart to a poet
Hungary for spiritual nourishment
waves that arise in time subside
surfing the void, we wingless glide
being in the here now present
heart at peace, we enjoy the ride
all we do is follow the scent
of bliss that paves way for ascent
God holds our hand, we understand
why the crescent moon is content
The sky darkens and thunder roars
The wind blows and the rain pours
Night turns to day with a flash of light
Preparing for the lightnings eventual strike
Sounds of Static Electricity crackles in the air
The sense of dread is almost to much bare
As the water level begins to quickly rise
Pulling people in to their demise
The flood destroys everything in its path
You are now witnessing gods wrath
As the water starts to subside
Revealing the bodies of those who died
The air is filled with the stench of rot and decay
Everyone will lose when Mother Nature comes to play
Umbrella, how I’d worried
You’d always felt under the weather,
But that’s me, as you are up
when the rain comes down.
There are old wives who tell tales
of shepherds who mourn -
They’ve been gazing at Dawn;
Seen her blush red
as the climate is changing.
Umbrella, they say the heavens are opening.
But how can this be true?
Such a view makes me feel blue,
Intrudes and dampens my mood.
Umbrella, an awning that’s yawning,
Roused by thunder,
awoken from slumber,
you protect me from mizzle and drizzle,
as I hold you up high, aloft to the sky
with the promise of your silver lining.
All hail to you, the reigning champion!
Umbrella, as the rain clouds subside,
I tuck you under my arm, close to my side,
My brolly, you’re so jolly useful.
In shrilling silence, my moans of defiance subside;
Falling tears no one hears, drop and drop, midst my drear.
In all these years, I've never cried the way I've cried;
Each drop shatters the silence in echoes of past years.
No sun shines today; even the heavens mock my pain,
A bitter cold that scolds the lover, borne you away
And stole you back from those angels in their jealous vein.
Within his sepulcher, in darkest silence, my love will reign.
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