Thinkings Poems

Radio Silence

And the radio silence is making me cipher my feelings
Into higher words beyond the expression of meanings,
Making me loosen my grip on reality through new thinkings.

Life as means

Life is a full of feelings and thinkings,
This word may be same for all..
But indicates different meanings;
To get life from God and to do
something for living as a life.
Life is life for all, but that life 
Comes to know after done something big
Which gives success....
Life is a sinking ship. A fresh dawn 
is just another attempt at garnering hope;
To survive what would have otherwise been!
a dark and gloomy existence..
Experiments, creations can be done in life
But not with life*
Have to be successful with "karma"
and have to get destiny.
Life is not immortal as life means jeena*
And time limits in God hand..
To make an identity of that life
Have to do some extra ordinary that prices..
Life is beautiful pain
Have to be face that to get fame and relaxation after facing it against. 
                                           Bhayalina Baishya

Glad to be me

Ya!! Glad to be me and proud to be me..
No one'd change and no one can be of mine..
I am always one who is living on me
Proudly representing who I am to be;
That one unique.. who's is always one
Loving myself about own that I am in mine 
The thinkings, ideas , personality ,all make up in and out of my body..
I am precious!! 
Looking to mirror reflecting me
I see the me that no one either can be.
Whatever I am , I am glad in my own
No matter how ,what personality others have
Coz the thing --
"I am always I that unique that no one has" 
None can be perfect in everything 
But what I can is always great in myself
That the society can neither see or say..
If ever they do they won't see the great..
That's the personality..
But.. ya I am always glad to be me
Ever and always  by every way..
                        
                                         ~  BHAYALINA 
                                             BAISHYA

Pens

Pens
for whom to share their writings  
for whom to share their feelings 
for whom to share their thinkings 

Pens 
to which it's a friend more than a foe
to which it could be full or hollow
to which i would love to show 

Pens
from the tube to the nib to the schoolbook
from feathers to fountains to the workbook 
from the store to the bag to the artbook

Pens 
comes In every shape, size and colour
comes and goes in every way or another
comes in handy for a student and a writer

Rays of Your Light Bath Me

Sweet thinkings i had
Bathed in the rays of your light
writing love letters

Born By Mistake

I keep my window open for fresh air
Just in case I jump out one day
I keep the curtains pulled for privacy
To block the suns rays

I can't get no sex so I do it myself
Just call it voluntary man slaughter
I live by getting away while I still can
Never finishing what I start

But no matter how hard it gets
I never thought about killing myself
That kind of thinkings  gotta to stop
Because skydivers dive sometimes their chutes don't work
Dumped in dumpsters tossed in microwaves 
Some of us were born by mistake

Vfm-Vote For Me-

 V arious points not
 O ld testaments talking points rot
 T rouble thinkings Ha!
 E electoral promises forgotten, thoughts

 F ew points League of Women voters host
 O wn contemplations, where in rhythms nations
 R ights thinking, clouded minds eyes blinking

 Muffled yells patriots say you know GO TO ???
 Empirical results as both sides fuss and cuss


10/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020

Picture Perfect

Sitting on her shelf pretty as you please.
That's the kind of doll that everybody sees.
For everyone a smile, they would never guess.
Her picture perfect life is nothing but a mess.
She can never tell you what's wrong inside her head.
She's so full of life, but she wishes she was dead.
As long as she remembers its always been this way.
That thinkings not allowed in her society.
So she plays it off and she. will never tell.
This angel that they think. she is, is living life in hell.
charlotte 2018
©lunaticsrave

Mine Eyes Sees the Light

I've dreamed those  dreams of galore
Consecrated memories of illicit seams 
On tapestries woven in my mind
Tears of matted lights flashing through time

I starve full belly contains wanton aides
Blossoming crops of flowered nightmares
Ever so frightening delightful the rainbow
Casting down fires lavational distorted hues    

Dominates are those visions intertwine
Glass bottom pastures surrounded by trees
The trees blooming with monarch butterflies as leaves 
Thinkings of glorious wonders vision of time

with all this my eye sees the light!!!

3/31/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©

The Listen

These Knowings,
I know.

The Mountain is,
the Seas.

The Wind is,
the Trees.

The Sun is,
the Stones.
The Shadow is,
the Bones.


The Lamplight is,
the Cave.
The Falcon is,
the Grave.

These Knowings,
I know.
These Knowings,
we’ve each known,
               
               These Knowings
                                      get forgot.

These are the Knowings
preceding thinkings,
preceding feelings...
preceding precedings.
These Knowings are
not knowings for thought.

The Heart is, 
an Echo.
The Pain is,
an Echo.

The Lift is, 
the Fall.
The Listen is, 
the All.

Two Paths of Life

On the verge of turning
In the edges she stood
Blinking the eyelids slower
The cornea that brightened
Long way to go, she knew
Which way to travel, less she knew
Shivering feet, trembling legs
Unconscious mind, diluted thinking
Two roads diverged ahead
Two paths to choose from
One that led towards her dreams
Other that was for her wishes
Little did she know the endings
Tiny was her idea about the climax
Flares of dreams that attracted
Her little heart that shattered
Flickering wishes that she wanted
Her thinkings that taunted
She knew the theory of life
The journey to decide from
Losing one was definate
Choosing the best was the challenge
Lost were her emotions
Tangled were her feelings
Ah! She was exhausted
Yah! Let the destiny decide, She smiled and murmered...

*Life is a challenge*

Behold Her Grace

Her love, her modesty, behold her grace
That shine let shine be on her face.

A friend, a enemy let ever be too, 
May her company to let me flew.

Her desires, her sacrifices are neglected, i think, 
That she was hiding her tears to blink.

Her beauty her modesty behold her grace, 
That shine let shine be on her face.

Her mummering, her talkings, her chinese gossips, 
Forced me to think about her twisted thinkings.

She was, she is, she will be unique, 
Smart one, dreamed one, thats on the peak.

Her beauty, her modesty behold her grace, 
That shine let shine be on her face, 
That shine let shine be on her face.

Laundry, Spring Thinkings

Washing spinning suds
Watching. Thinking on spring things
Carnations in strict 
Formation and blue roses
Poses on balconies.

With BLINDING beauty 
All are blooming and smell of
Fruity confessions
With their beauty fragrant
Fruity concessions they are

Doing their duty making
Life a lovelier WORLD

You and Me

Here is nothing except you and me
and a charming nature
beautifully decorated with hills and lakes
vales are carpeted with fine green grasses

So quick
the happy hours pass away
from the so little life
Many things remaining to say yet
and to do

So when you think of me
then I think of you
Thus thinkings of each other
make some poems of love
make the earth a perfect heaven

The Little Portuguese Princess

A Portuguese princess there on the stairs
Knee high and smiling of wish filled cares
A grin of a sprite and a handful of pickings
A thought to feelings and a feel to thinkings
Till pointed announcement, "For you and for you."
A secret left caught in her spirited dart to
Another pressing matter of love and games
A month passed and pity's provocation aims
To knocking on my girl's hollow door
Sounding a nothing echo for the evermore
Wistful angel synced to clocks not mine 
So disadvantageous did thine flowers consign
Why not to honouring when I had a lover
Who did not gloat to beauty put asunder
By modern wants and riverless walks
and treeless skies and dreamless talks
Give me back your moment of bestowing
That glinted charm that beckons love's sowing
With a woman I needed and wish as you
To see lover's love letting blue be blue
And fire warmth and winters just waitings
Till red ribbons make kites tailings
Under summer suns, above greenery breathing
Come back again to the stairs and stepping
up to shake my shirt and turn my head
With a handful of love and repeat what you said
"For you and for you" and spirit into my memory
as the omen that begun and beget a true love's story

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