Ever Upwards I Traverse Greater Densities
Unto the Zenith, Up High, 9 Realms to Infinity
9 Propensities and All Is Dust in the Twilight
Now I Burn like the Sun in Hindsight,
Zin Uru, Into the Oort where Sorrow knows Not My Name
Not Thy Fate, for I Soar Unhinged like a Wyld Sage
Into the Stars, Into the Beyond, I Tread Threads past Asininity
through Valleys of Flowers Of Life and Infinities,
One Step North, I Sail past the Simulation Code
a Greater Equation, I Am Forever Hasten Forth
SCHOOL
learners'
sweet abode
from peers and teachers
life skills kids do imbibe
to traverse around the world
"pupils' transformative haven"
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1st place
We blindly traverse life’s vicissitudes,
Upheavals and harmony
An odyssey in search of love,
Beauty, truth and happiness
Lamented in moments of sorrow
Euphoric in joyous bliss
Recorded in hours, days and years
Till hands of death bring to cease.
The Sunrise of a Nevermore
David J Walker
From here the sunsets closer than ever before
The deep rays quicken long-off memories
Removed to the distant shore
The fabled days of youth are no more
As I turn and realize
The light in my eyes
Was once the sunrise
Of an opening door
That I have traversed
But never more
“Let the last rays of the setting sun shine serenity
on the last mile we traverse” – Quote by Poet
The emerald forest mesmerizingly so mystique,
spreads the shroud of surreal stillness unique.
The scented rippling breeze I embrace floating,
as it enthralls me with its cadence charming.
With the servile sense of absolute surrender,
through the serenading solitude I wander,
decipher the depth of the dense tranquility,
compose for the soul the music tuned to serenity.
The rays of the setting sun flush the calm canopy,
as I walk on the forest path meandering merrily
around the tilted roots of the twisted ancient trees,
the clumps of amber leaves rustle in the breeze.
My feet crumple them, make the departing melody,
as I saunter enchanted on my unfinished journey
to the hued horizon from the fascinating forest,
and find the abode of peace for the final rest.
A lonely traveler free from the attachment recess,
I am in search of the sanctum of sublime calmness.
Within the drizzling twilight colors I immerse awhile,
as on the time-track of life I traverse the last mile.
Like travellers,
We cross this arid land
Aiming at the city of rest.
As we traverse the landscapes
We may, of a truth, sully our feet
With besetting dust of sin
But we must from time to time
Remember Calvary, the place of cleansing
Where mercy flows immeasurably
We go through marketplaces
Let’s be pleased with divine supplies
Lest we are tangled with vanities of life
We faint many a time
But we are resuscitated; we move on
We despair not.
We shall win!
We are soldiers in the warfare
Let’s fight, holding onto the cross
There is a fierce battle raging in realms unseen of tremendous force
Know that all occurrences are planned and preordained on this magnificent course.
We are spirits within a body, a spirit entangled with a soul.
As we traverse this life day by day, as a rose, our lives do unfold.
In my systematic dreams dissension
As gargoyles front and flank In deception, Oh! did I mention
Floating in the skies those lost balloons
Those non frequent flyers poise to rise toward the moon
Sunflowers and tangerine dream's frightening crabgrass
Thickets and thorns weeds growing covering the tulips
Frightened fragrant graphite before the rain
Covers the grasses and dew mornings just before the hurricane
Traverse the coarse where is the realities going
Fig leaf green with envy Mystikal skyscrapers castles
Traverse the cause of man unwritten brawls
Who are we to say that we create
When are filthy souls are filled with disdain and hate
Traverse the coarse where's reality going?
11/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I wake up
and found it
a burning.
To light my
way at least
to travel.
Hence to where
I can find
that tis proofs.
Could we dampen her enthusiasm by calling her out?
Possibly, so we were silent as she told us of her astral travels.
Does she traverse galaxies at night during her REM sleep?
A visage of cheerfulness greets us as she tells the tales.
Is it pernicious to allow here these liberties or wise?
As her parents, are we to be a sentry to every thought she has?
If we speak, or quell her enthusiasm, will her imagination be altered?
She is but a child. We do not want to blemish her freedom of thought.
My husband starts to speak but I clear my throat in warning.
We will speak of this well into the night, an enterprise I welcome.
Written 10-25-2020
Contest: 8 word Challenge Poetry Contest
Words used in this order: dampen, astral, traverse, visage, pernicious, sentry, blemish, enterprise.
Sponsor: John Hamilton (free verse)
Cupid wrote their love story
With a quill from an angel’s wing
In an Astral realm, to traverse
through celestial skies.
An Enterprise that belonged to Angel’s
with anger now, she exercised a most
pernicious influence over him
and locked him up in a cloud
as she stood sentry
with a blemish of a missing quill.
An elegant angular visage of an Angel
Who mocked Cupid’s very vision
Till his arrow struck with a flash of light
To Dampen the Angels resolve
And allow love to be blessed
With showers from open skies.
22.10.2020
‘Eight word Challenge 11’
Words: Dampen, Blemish, Pernicious, Traverse, Visage, Sentry, Astral, Enterprise.
Let my mind traverse
round the universe
to find this life's essence
Let it cross the stunning falls
whose attitude never falls,
that abrades the mountain walls.
Let it discretely stand,
on the desert's sand
and inhale its strength grand
Let it flow along with river
the all time giver,
that jubilantly delivers.
Let it mingle with the sea,
the eternal splendor to see
let it glide along and get freed...
Haunting and haunted,
These visages with lacy, saponaceous curds
Depending and plummeting,
Do I on the pebbled porcelaneous integument
Of the whitish shower floor scrawl.
I wonder, as frothy masses of foamy, bubbled soap
In the shower traverse mine body and ripple and course
Undulant across my sinews, driven by the pound and pour of the
Plunging, cascading cataract of pressurized shower water....
I wonder, I mull and I ponder over the
Accounting, the tally, the sum total of those
Ephemeral faces by soap and pressured water engendered:
Those ghastly and spectral faces which precipitate
Diluted, water-blasted soaps have, in
Soppy, splashy, soap-lashing
Depositions on that pebbled floor atop of which I stand
(Or did when the inspiration for this poetical work mine
Did, whilst erectly bathing, occur to me)
Yet how many multitudes of these
Through the course my myriad bathings and showerings;
How many of those horrid, demonical, haunting and haunted
Physiognomies did I of a moment
Indirectly will, if you will, into being-
Even whilst the shower coursed pluvial and pouring waters thundered all around?
Scaling my legs through woods,
Seducing the forest's hood.
Let the journey saunter to me,
Let me traverse.
That land bewitched with luxury,
Heightened pleasures and glowing glory.
His hewn by the hand of my forefathers.
Let me traverse.
The path that leads there,
Is laced with broken bottles and loosed hair.
Many opposition and thriving treacherers.
Wouldn't let me traverse.
Trucks of bilated prejudice.
Ocean of confusion drown me like a dice.
By what now will i rise?
Let me traverse.
Does the lion feed on air,
When they're presence of hare?
How will i continue being a savage here,
When all my goodness are there?
Oh,i want to advance.
Let me traverse!
My parched wasteland waits
The rains love makes would come soon
Spread a green meadow
I would traverse to reach you
In the moist depth of my heart.
August 20, 2017.
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