A hectic stare across the cliff,
grabs my prying mindfulness.
but yet I hanker after urban fare,
such ruptured loyalty alas,
has a solid grip as I inhale,
the rampant toxic seaweed odor,
for which release a bland choice,
as bulging dark gray torrents,
remind us of some threat,
a fancy name as birthmark,
blemish, or craven riddle,
consequential strain I fear,
might alter this delay,
how city haven slant,
bustle, blast, benign graft,
has fallout clearly vetted,
sink block, suction pump,
remedial quick brush off,
two rocky worlds aside,
where common ground,
that less distinct blight,
consuming blind thought,
downpour on the crevice,
outskirt mere sideshow,
flight a gut reaction say,
let valor plot or plod,
whatever barren sabotage,
malaise, daft wanton dash,
each muddled exit’s close loop,
one must master by right,
ominous veil now pending,
scatter brained inkling wrought,
lure, allure, attachment beckons,
departure problematic when pressed,
bursts of rain, bursts of sound,
seeking shelter but clueless,
would things be otherwise,
in large built up areas,
I ponder this dilemma,
while dreaming of fair vales,
or mystic laneways of yore
In a hazy daydream, I exist, aware yet adrift,
Thoughts like a river, racing swift.
Grasping at moments, fleeting and unclear,
Dissolving from my hold, leaving me near.
Awakening amidst rapids, a tumultuous ride,
Waves of thoughts crashing, pulling me inside.
Gasping for air, a drowning plea,
In the currents of the mind, I cease to be.
Vision darkens, senses fade away,
Deeper I'm dragged, in the river's sway.
Pleading with the torrent, spare me this fate,
Holding on, but it's slipping, far too late.
Just as drowning seems my destined plight,
The river spits me out, into the light.
On the bank, echoes of thoughts persist,
Yet, a moment of clarity, my soul can't resist.
Take Fast vitamin D,
To get the head out of the water,
Stop the images process asks reason,
The images, in general, think of the TV, attack us,
One must know how to escape often,
To meditate in every possible silence,
In all the divine lights, enligthning lights,
Lights whose soul is strengthened, like a wild animal,
Let’s sort it out, get away,
We deserve the song of the rivers,
The song of mountains, thick forests,
That song where our voice echoes,
Above the valleys and busy men,
Above the dangerous chimes,
Deo gracias! Deo Gracias! Say these precious songs!
The ghosts of fear are nesting
glaring clouds that are driven
A procession of baying donkeys
The ponds reflection loudly decries
as gulls shriek for attention
Nighttimes plumage banishes bluish
A torrent of rain flatters
the receiving river
painted by the sunshine
in the days of gold
Multiple sources
combine forces to create
a mighty current.
Quiet babbling brooks become
a cacophonic thunder.
Arcing in sunlight,
a stone lands with a kerplunk,
sends water skyward.
Swept downstream, it vanishes,
no evidence of impact.
Countless words flood forth:
mirth, anguish, anger, joy, awe.
Cast into the soup,
briefly visible to all,
swept downstream into the void.
Trickle to torrent, feel deep thrill
Magnetic heat surprise
Voids within, with joy overspill
Rapture curve on the rise
Heart acceptant joyful
Unfoldments wonderful
God bestowed miracle
Vibrant bliss current
Trickle to torrent
23-September-2021
Quietus
Words will flood like torrents raging,
Deep immersed in waters wild;
Languishing in languages
Of liquid pools of prose,
Each time a laughing mannequin
Would somehow dare suppose.
They walk along with voice on leash,
Leading the park with cannibalistic eyes,
Bending over benches waiting,
For the next remark.
Together sharing repartee
For all they may experience
Between their cups of tea.
And when the tea is gone
And day is done
They read each other's tea leaves
Just for fun.
And words will flood like torrents raging
Deep immersed in waters wild,
Bragging their experience;
Their late night, early morning laughter
Left uncaging.
They will stop with you,
Exchanging dreams,
Amidst the clattering of the glasses;
Voice unpacked, and weakly fumbling,
For their answers;
Never knowing that the question
May go yet unasked,
And they be left at shallows end,
Naked and unmasked.
And words will flood like torrents raging
Deep immersed in waters wild.
The dark sky above
Shows the thickness of the clouds
As it starts to rain.
The ancient mariner surviving within me
set sail with dreams on the alluring sea,
in search of your yearning secluded shore,
I longed for, but was never there before.
As descending dusk spread a dark shroud,
in the falling sky swelled up indigo cloud.
From the horizon surged the tempest free,
flinging me in the wreckage of fatal debris.
With consumed courage I tried to be afloat
on the biting brine permeating me such a lot.
My hope to reach you I felt in the sea gone,
as I drifted dazed to an alien shore at dawn.
My broken heart bled at the deepest of sore,
open wound of despair was flooded in the core
by the torrent of tear my eyes got from the sea,
and from the clutch of sharp pain I couldn’t flee.
February 25, 2021
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Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
Cookie cutter words so
carefully cut and pasted
on me are simply wasted.
Their relevance defunct
so silent deaf and mute
someone else’s route.
This romances brevity
couldn’t even warrant
a freshly cut torrent.
Thoughts on you only
today are freshly writ
not from another’s skit.
Your cycle oft repeated
new color same game
please shame and blame.
Faded far from view
a barren desolate land
this love’s final stand.
Pain is public domain
burn your copyright
cliché it into firelight.
Blank page tattered torn
crumpled piss-stained
empty promises drained.
Program pre-recorded
tired hackneyed phrases
sung too long the praises.
“the lady doth protest
too much” said Hamlet
then she knew her fear
just ask Shakespeare.
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Money flows in and out like a torrent
Which I find unnerving and very abhorrent
The Golden Years Ha!
Peace and joy ever aft
That's a giggle, my bank account is dormant
Fiercely flipping his tiller tail
The king’s snout turns to point the way
To lead kin from a briny bay
Up a rustic roiling river
Of flowing falls, rough rocks, and banks
Lined with greeting eagles and bears
Set to embrace with beaks and jaws.
Traveling on a fasting diet
The royal salmon swims upstream
Seeking passage between the hills
To reach rippling crystalline rills
And fill an ancient deep-sea dream
To find its childhood gravel bed
On which at last to rest his head.
Hail, O Storm Bringer
Your lightning cracks up the sky
As you roll onward
Your thunder pounds Earth
Trumpeting your arrival
Storm Charioteer
You ride the cold wind
Dark grey clouds your chariot
Winged horses flying
Torrents of cold rain
To soak a dry, thirsty world
Falling from your eyes
Strong cold winds blasting
With every breath you exhale
Bowing tree and man
You bring snow and hail
To a world frozen in fear
Frost covered icescape
Under a full moon
You make the oceans to rage
Towering, cold waves
You cause the earthquakes
The volcanos to erupt
Tornados to spin
Goddess Storm Bringer
Giver and taker of life
The bane of the earth
On mankind and earth
You have unsheathed your fury
A blade terrible
Nature prays to you
Mankind begs you show mercy
Paying you homage
What can withstand you?
All elements you command
All kingdoms you rule
You are Earth's Mother
The one who controls nature
We children fear you
Show mercy goddess
Old friend, bringer of chaos
Mighty Storm Bringer
Rain of my dreams;
In heavenly kingdom of reign;
My passion is the splendid sleet
water washes;
Much I marveled the smelly torrent;
Malice storm comes it falls;
Once upon a midnight pelting;
I heard an acidic, wet hailing;
Reigns calls, falling;
I saw the puddles;
Reigning torent drops falling;
When I thought of the rain;
The passionate precipitation portraying;
I crave the spirited, stormy sleet;
water washes reigning torrent rain;
7/28/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
I think I know
Happiness
Survive the drought
I see the vvivid rainbow
radiant
Brilliance shows Stormbreaker
Earth's shaker
Sounds bleak demented
Shattered animated
Loudly awakens all animals and birds
Loud and deep promised Mesquite
Major key dormant
Awakening from my sleep
The cam sweet dreams
Awaken torrent gale winds
Rain storms
Blowing
Arise from gentle spring temperature's risings
Ready for it's prey
Does it all
Has any of this matters...
just torrent weather
4/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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