Through midnight's strong storm, truth's lantern still glows
It pierces illuminous light where sea blows
Every weary sailor its soft vow knows
And that light, though faint through darkness shows
Sea's waves may rise in tempest's cruel throes
Yet, truth's tower signals with patience disclose
A thread of light truth, where a lost soul goes
Hopes that at least one will grab and just knows
The flame keeper works all hours up-close
To make dangers less appealing; transpose
Rocks, reefs that are hidden come to light, shows
Light diminishes dangerous shadows.
When the tide of life's dark night, at last slows
In eastern sky an apricot ball does pose
Lighthouse's lantern still beams, mercy knows
Our hope endures, where one true light flows
NORMATIVE DIFFERENTIATIONS-:-
indicate
suspended
decorations
oddly
ambiguous
SO SUBLIME
expressed
proclaimed
visually
transpose
situations
TO INFLUENCE
innovative
assumptive
perogatives
ornament
illusions
Contemplative bliss communes with the serene,
into the spirit of the placid marine crystalized in my mind.
As the sun’s reflection spreads glitter upon its open sea,
throngs milling to the melodious tunes of the guitar.
Strumming troubadour, slim and rangy toe headed youth
grins modestly as his tip jar fills welcoming spared bills
And to the sounds of the seagulls
gleeful squawk, soaring through the azure.
Beyond the pier the magician plies his trade,
tricks which awe and stun
the enthusiastic crowds gathered about.
And what lovely crowds willing, mellifluous, madrigal,
thoughtful, kind, and respectful.
Smiles abound as though the world conspires for a pleasant mood.
I inhale the familiar primordial sea air’s briny scent.
I take pause to ponder gazing out onto the vast ocean’s expanse.
How much longer can I bare this aching fulfillment
as I anxiously transpose these images and feelings
into meriting words.
In these days of austerity
It’s getting to be a treat
To go out for a few pints
And have a bite to eat,
So, Please Mr Pub Landlord
Grant me just a little wish
Bring back the vinegar bottle
So I can splash me bit of fish.
Those little plastic sachets
You’ve generously placed there
Supposedly have perforation
But they just refuse tear.
I need that essential liquid
Over me chips and cod
To transpose it from wonderful
To meal fit for a demi god.
I sit there by the mimute
Growing more and more tense
Looking at the pile of sachets
That just won’t dispense
In despair I eat my meal
Before it grows cold
But it’s just not the same
Without that liquid of gold.
I shall add that designer to
That list of those folk that
I’d like to meet in a dark alley
When I’ve got my baseball bat
A pox on the plastics industry
Once thought a packaging solution
Now a source of anger and despair
And the growing oceanic pollution.
I’m just a simple type of being
So many modern things I hate
Just give me fish and taties
Hot, served on a real plate
And I reall dont think that
I’m asking rather a lot
For vinegar in a real bottle
And salt and pepper in a pot.
The opposite of adipose,
Is very, very thin,
And if one could transpose,
I would suppose,
A large excess of skin.
Ah, I remember those smashing
days when I was dancing till dawn!
Refusing to be a workforce pawn.
It left no lines, but painted a smile on my face!
I enjoyed the joy, the people-peppered life.
Marvelously, frenzied, frenetic pace.
Being wild,did agree with me.
Life, for me, was so far, far more wondrous,
Than a posh,expensive, one- time cruise at sea.
Confetti-like, touching , steamy romances.
Meeting eccentric people from all nations
Learning, international, amazing dances.
Most people's lives follow a boring straight line.
Mine was and still is an escalating spiral path
Of colored, metallic, ribbons rising to the sky.
Nothing about it was ever dull norever orthodox.
I cherished each hour never did I once.
Run my life by societal rules or the face of a clock!
Full of international sounds andjoyous souls.
What a great life God has given gave me!
Now these joyous times with pen,I can transpose!
A free soul,I am till the day that Iexpire.
But perhaps~God might send me a spare tire?
A few more Bossa Nova years to
be with you.
In harmony and rhythm, just more
Samba and going to Rio!
March 6, 2024
Agile music pouring out gentle quiet,
Furious sighs breaking through the soft shadows,
Beyond the moon, ebbs a beautiful riot.
Stars glistening, prompting the wind to transpose,
Reverse the dancing laughter, breathless pining,
Aching, trembling, quaking as the music slows.
Autumn’s beguiling, summer is declining,
Whispering kisses over mountain ascents,
Only God Himself could have done this signing.
Author of graceful laughter, warm precedents,
Soulful joys discovered beneath the sunshine,
Rays of glory raining down over contents.
Story of light pierces dark, the bottom line,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost, this light is mine!
Late-night perfumes waft and swirl,
circling me like the petals and pearls
that drape upon my shoulders.
Ephemeral, their scents transpose,
one by one by one, then fade like
the sweet taste of kisses.
I look up and I see the Moon,
the Moon, the Moon tonight, the Moon far up tonight,
far up in this dark sky … the Moon!
She’s there, silently watching while
playing her tricks; seeming further away
by the minute; coyly performing a slow retreat.
But her face is cold
and I begin to freeze as I surrender
to her charade.
High and aloof and bright and cold,
far off in the distance,
the Moon plays her endless game
with my heart.
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
~ Beloved Woman of God I am your journalist Scribe;
A professional copyist I shall;
My duties theologian, a jurist,
May I verse hardcopy speaks life?
What you say, you speak life too;
A scribe in term, inspired words;
Gleaning those of Father’s lessons;
You have learned, inspirational;
I be your journalist scribe transpose record ;
That of what’s in the inside out;
~ In the name of Jesus Christ;
Be your personal, clerk, transcriber;
Your amanuensis, recorder;
You’re in season record-keeper;
May I be your personal professional theologian?
Penman jurist documenting mallam, Hallelujah and Amen!
Scribe recording dictated you and Our Father’s verse;
History present tense impressions, for now and always;
I am your journalist Scribe;
-------I shall be your Scribe;
9/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
No greater fragrance on earth then the scent of a rose
its the flower lovers choose when they want to propose
Touch it in the sunlight and it will eagerly transpose
all the beauty it contains, before your heart's enclose
She is a catalyst for romance, ageless as fine wine
best appreciate her bravery while there's still time
Don't encase her while she is still blooming strong,
but rather enjoy her as if she were a fine love song...
August 23, 2022
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Composers compose
Translators transpose
Opponents oppose
R.I.P. in repose...
Lovers propose
Doubters suppose
Bikinis expose
Writers juxtapose...
So many words end in 'pose'
I'd continue ~ but I'm indisposed
I try to escape the prison inside my weary mind.
Attempting to find a love devine.
When i leave that cell you are ever omnipresent.
Looking for your life to reinvent.
Everywhere I look you are there,
Smiling back with a devilsh glare.
Everything I hear, its your voice speaking.
As clear as the syringe that enables a tweaking.
And everything I dream, it is you who is dancing,
To the beat of your own drum, it is so enchanting.
I can not run from that scarce unknown
That fuels my ever longing soul.
You are dark with hidden shadows
Having a cry only you can transpose.
I stand amidst you, scared and alone
Wanting to save the damage prone.
As you wake from your blurry slumber
The hearts finally meet and I'm your number.
We are both running, fleaing in fear
pores sweating, from the love that is near.
Our bodies shaking as Our masses collide.
Finally the beating hearts complied.
Every spirit can feel the vibration.
Wondering How two dispaired souls can define a nation.
It is the definition of love that no force can destroy.
Empowering strength only we deploy.
I am a distant Island
At the far end of the land
You revere its cold breeze in the day
And long for its warmth at night
So far away, you could only imagine
You know its origin and its potential
As it knows yours
This Island thinks;
It thinks of you in the day, at night and every time between
And wants that of you too.
Engulf yourself in its awe
And long for it forever
A longing of Love
The sea beneath its feet
Thus sways its sands, its leg around
Its needs you with him
To help stand firm
Lest it’s exhume by the ocean
This sea is shy;
It is shy of your empathetic heart
It is shy of your conviction,
your radiant face, your endowments.
It knows not how not to offend you
Nor how to transpose love upon you
or how to please you.
Do come guide this island
For it needs you by its side to withstand the ocean currents
It needs you that you become another Island beside
That you create with him other Islands
And hold more firmly against the ocean
It needs you
That you help it
In obeying its Lord,
God,Allah
Together you enter the Eternal bliss
Of thine Lord Allah in Jannah.
The brainwashed masses,
Wearing rose-colored glasses,
And nonchalantly flashing passes,
Never realizing the hourglasses
Are running out of time.
Miasmic shadows
And dystopian blows
Are working to transpose
The masses' crystal rose
Into a thick unending slime.
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