Transparencies Poems

Flame Of Water

Like the semblance of an oil painting 
This flame of water
Imagines filaments of silk sapphire
Curling in cobalt spirals
And tendrils of azure fire 
In a clear-blue watery haze
That sees the day

Visions of cool blue swirls 
Absorb eternal transparencies
And grapple with the silver sword
Of rising discontent,
Immune to the flames that tear with words
The fabric of intent

Wavering slightly with a gentle roar
It shimmers lightly in the air, this water flare,
A smokeless breath defining
A moment of stalled momentum,
A flickering resolution
To quench the vapor trails
Of heat’s prerogatives

Transparencies

Cherries gleam ruby red
in a white porcelain bowl.

The observed looks back at you,
we are the experience we experience.

White horse in a snowy field,
red fox at sunset,
a bubble between
two pink baby lips.

Meaning does not describe itself,
we are self-portraits,
but where is that self?

Transparencies a Freed Verse

TRANSPARENCIES
multilayered
  transparent
memories
so
personal
  a conscious
blurring
of
 animated
reality

overlooked
feelings
bold
expressive
   style
enhanced
 contrast
with
suffused
in  brilliant
 vivid
   speculation

a controversy
 shows
expressive
 revelation
of
ambiguity
  within

 demonstrated
with
  the loss
&intense
struggle s
sensitively
 depicted

Infatuation

It is
filled with happiness,
an unusual light
as transparencies
illuminate the
drastic actions
that must 
be taken
to live in
the throes
of faithfulness
as you take
steps to pester
the solid walls
of inconsistency
that form
everyday glances
into the realm
of truth
that is constructed
with the dreams
of persistence

Transparencies-

Emptiness, invisible, nothings, empty translucent all of these things relatively clear~

12/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©

Stained Glass

Stained glass corpses of color
Transparencies of souls
Caught on somber stages
Cast in eternal roles

Prismatic lead framed oracles
Frozen at their tasks
Silhouettes of entities
Woven into masks

Eyes of silent spirits
Caught adrift in years
Pressed in one dimension
Chained in arc-ed spheres

If their voices now could ring
Of a choral note
Sure it would be shrill enough
To shatter all our hope

God the Light Shines

In the corner of the galaxies
Sheds all the darkness over whelms me
And it's within this odyssey

The light shines 

Just a glimmer a poke
Transparencies dawns then shines on me
And it's within this odyssey

God in heaven
Creator of ALL and matter
In the corner of the galaxy

God THE LIGHT SHINES

7/3/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

Wayward Hearts

I’m not sure if 
the way we feel 
has much to do with the way
the river runs. 
But my transparencies 
will soon be seen. 
Gravity has held us down, but not back.
I’m doubtful it ever could.

What Are We

What Are We?

When this question arrives
with increasing and sometimes
desperate insistence..
We apparently must suffer
until we dissolve
the boundaries and continuities 
of our youthful bodies..
Frightening this can be
until we discover
the joy of being
transparent
transparencies in transparence
waves in water...

Elusive Visions

I view today as an elusive dream,
Reminding me of tomorrow's vision.
The dreams of tomorrow appear elusive today,
But are remnants of leftover scenes of yesterdays.

Subtle visions disappear when I blink,
Await return of yesterday's dream. 
Will my elusive dreams elude my view,
Or escape without a moment's notice?

In the vast space that surrounds our being,
What transparencies fill the space?
Of wanton dreams and wishes,
That clutter our minds and aspirations.

Lasso those elusive visions and dreams,
And hang-on tight to those remnants of scenes.
Don't waver or wander from those dreams,
There'll be plenty of tomorrows to spread your wings.

©2015 by Lee Christine Brownlee

The Soul Shatters

The soul shatters upon death. Sentience fractures into a million variables that swirl chaotically into piercing eyes that melt into the color sadness, spinning into galaxies that shrink to the size of ants and you twirl in a blender of being for eternities until finally, at long last, something sticks. Perhaps it may be as simple as a strand of hair, nonetheless all possibility spins around it, flashing contradictions of rainbow transparencies, empty solids and polka dotted space, continuing until a second hair joins the first, clutching to the nothingness and refusing to move. Soon thousands of hairs arrive and synchronize above a scalp unto a face, torso, limbs… materializing ever faster… and at once you are born. And just as the memory of your trial and error experimentation and prior life evaporate, you embrace the arms of a stranger, gazing into her eyes, hung between this world and the next… sobbing in a fit of omniscience, in awe of your hard earned shape.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/15/2013

Fruitless War

Our lamb has finally flashed his mane.
Crashing through the Bush
into the Armageddon plane.
Tail twitching slashing fangs.

He's going to liberate a people shrouded in our blood.
Clean up those weapons of mass destruction.
Make an oasis out of glass oasis theology.

That open palm has turned into a fist...on a dime...on a dollar.
Over the top of a barrel of sweet crude oil.
To prove you're not a ***** like those tea partiers think you are.

You're the lion president, feeding our enemies.
While our children go hungry.
It's been a hot summer,
did you know our schools don't have air conditioning.
but I'm getting off topic....
Fruitless war
your biggest blunder...to date
leaky intelligence
trigger finger
eagle eyed bombs
charring children 
lamb to lion
on a dime
on a dollar.
Over the soul of a barrel of bittersweet crude...

Now I'm probably Censored for speaking against your wishes.
I could give a *hit.
Let the truth clear your opaque transparencies...
The pinkies are laughing hysterically.
Tea anybody?

Metaphysical View

Sitting between the knees,
I am being bathed by intense anxiety
and fear of harsh light.

A canopy of doubts
confronts the dignity versus anarchy
for a watchman
who will not dare open-

the vault of truth. A fatal
ire of imagination puts him
to dire need of salvation.

Was I moving from the wrong
side of history in my zodiac
to change the drooping eyelids ?

Death opens my door for a shortwhile
and then walks away
after watching the transparencies.


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The masks come and masks go.
Cracks do not disappear.
Either you destroy me,

or my inside will have
a singingbird,
closing the golden window.

The hardening of atereies.
Tension was rising
around the absence.

Who was the arbitrator
between dog and lamb ?
The weather was ripening black currants.


Satish Verma

Diphenhydrinate

The soft slow pull of the Glasgow wave,
you can feel the froth trailing beneath your legs...
Dream bubbles, ghost echoes,
white on pale shore,
I'm moving toward the shifting horizon;

Purgatory, the line where dreams live
and cross sometimes in visions. I'm straddling the line
where our vase was shaped and broken, where the old ship
sailed and gone the way of the sirens.

Yet now it is not love, but the mind that crawls-
root of all illusion. It is easy to miss truth
in sick transparencies, all character is falsity,
super-ego, philosophy on the shores of 
the West,
contemplating the shore 
until it no longer exists.

Reiki Music

Symbiotic melodies . . .
Transparencies of light
Shimmering from the inner self
Levitating to moonbeams bright. 

Hear the chiming bells, their rhythm
Serene with every breath inhaled.
Lie still and dwell within your heaven
Psychic mysteries unveiled.

Heal the heart, repair the soul
Release anxieties and strife . . .
Penetrate this body’s armor
Relax your shell to balance life.

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