sepia envelopes tied in twine~
letters beneath holding their silence
Out of my mind and lost in time
Holding on to a love unkind
Unwind the twine that cruelly binds
Me to my severed valentine
Her voice still calls through echoing halls
As madness clings to crumbling walls
All consumed in lingering perfume
Her presence like a ghost haunting this room.
Left behind—a love consigned
A fantasy born within my mind
She gave a heart that was never mine
Loving lines that failed to rhyme
With deep regret, our fate was set
Your piercing dagger I’ll not forget
I curse your name in stabbing pain
All that remains—this haunting refrain
In a meadow where wildflowers twine,
Two little friends, in sunshine, align.
A bunny with fur as soft as new snow,
And a cheeky squirrel with eyes all aglow.
They bound through the clover, chase golden rays,
With giggles and whispers that dance in the haze.
They twirl under rainbows that arch in the sky,
In this whimsical world, their laughter can fly.
When shadows sneak in and the bunny feels blue,
The squirrel brings joy, as best friends always do.
They share little secrets, their favorite treats,
Beneath leafy branches, where magic retreats.
So mark this sweet tale, timeless and true,
Friends can turn gray skies to brilliant hue.
Just like the bunny and the squirrel's delight,
Friendship's a treasure, a guiding light.
earth shadow
dim path wake
to loss quake
timidly its
quietness deep
infinite voice
appears restless
nesting birds await
conceal, motionless
safely perched between
aspen leaves as cold
breezes lace a web
12/23/2023
for Jim)DEVOTION POEM - ENTANGLED. (for Jim)
For me he’s The One.
As I’ve been for him
his Only One.
From the beginning when
Our fates embraced.
I listen to his breathing, while concerned,
He watches how well I’m moving.
Around him, I am a verdant vine.
He rises near — as a braid of wildflowers
around me to twine.
Our holy Lord sees our love for each other as
The poetry of twin pendulums — joined signs in
The physics and mathematics of His space and time
As we move together — entangled.
Forever our love is synchronized.
The scales of our music harmonize.
We see starlights shine — during the any
Moments of time when we embrace the highest
of love within each other.
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(c) sally young eslinger
With thanks to reading here on PS
got me to ask Jim about entanglement theory, resulting
in the inspiration for this. Thankful we inspire one another.
I am excited bout my Christ
My Lord
My Savior
Parting the skies, coming down
To fly away with the redeem ones
Am I, am I one of His
Inner twine in Christ reunited in the heavenly skies
8/27/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
It’s Twine Time!
(to Alvin Cash)
It’s twine time!
ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh, ah!
It’s time to twine, baby!
Time to forget about it all!
The latest lollipop disasters,
The catastrophes dressed in nude attire,
The latest bristlecone attacks
Manufactured with iced fear,
Riveted with barbecued bullets.
Lookin’ good, baby; have mercy!
It’s twine time!
Passing grooving styling peeps
Living lives in psychotic bondage
To the ghost children, still
Living fast episodes of ennui with
All the random traumas,
Passing all the purple bruises,
The red-stained tears.
It’s twine time, baby!
The far-out space girls
dressed in sheepskin adornments,
Intense as roadside bombs,
Made of acrimony and glycerin.
Yeah! Them that are wearing
Dancing boots made of twine!
It’s twine time, baby!
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah ooh ah!
Toodle-oo ! Much I ride on holy rays,
Into the abyss, into gaiety of space,
Dwell over the illumination of divine,
Much is poetry too joyful and to twine.
En route, I grasped the origin of motion,
To attest the course of every emotion,
Remote, sturdy, destructive and decline,
Much is poetry too joyful and to twine.
The first-fruits held in the hand of a quean,
Not for me, a mortal so eager and too keen,
There’s a quest for what’s better, to sin or to sign,
Much is poetry too joyful and too joyfully twine.
But there’s the other hand, resolute in essence,
The hand that brings the balance and the sense,
All that starry sunshine straightened in a long line,
Much is poetry too joyful and too joyfully twine.
Saša Milivojev - GOLDEN TWINE
A Spirit
A wandering soul
A wrathful squall
In the fire levin ‘s blasting
Ice within the chest is crackling.
Everything to me is hindrance
You are not within my distance
We are bound by golden twine.
Step down from the blazing sun
The child loves you but it stammers
Because this un-beating heart
Cannot fasten
Gelid gates of inky Hades.
I shall lay myself to rest
Hold acquittal and solace
In this hour evil, bleak,
When you didn’t hear me speak.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
visit: www.sasamilivojev.com
A sad early death will be mine
if, my dreams do not twine.
No reason to rise up from my soft bed.
Why is your life so unyielding? My MUSE, just said.
Life reacts. You have poems to design!
But, I whisper to my heartless life,
____ I am dreaming of words divine,
. . . . of family I did love before;
in dreams I open the door;
and ruthless pain and sweet memories come!
I am past weeping, yet I gather every crumb.
Then, inside my head words twirl and pour!
Oh, I must FACE IT and rise,
____ for my written words to soar.
_________________________
August 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/My Dreams Must Twine
Copyright Protected, ID 11720063-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest COLLABORATION
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Second Place
Convince yourself that everything is fine
Get high on leaves and drunk off sweet wine,
invite the starving wolves to dine
Feed your body to their teeth
Our Garden, your bones burried underneath
Covered in twine, your funeral wreath
On your tombstone, what will I write?
"She thought I couldn't hear her cry at night
She didn't didn't struggle as the jaws held tight"
Frayed Twine
Often, thoughts of you, as my safety net
as the tight rope under foot never taught
Even footing sure, cannot steady time
Stretching, past memories, will balance naught
Sweet solitude, I dream, I close my eyes
I step away, let go, and fall for you
as once before you led me straight across
into your arms of warmth and trusted truth
You gave to me, kind love and built me up
you showed me I was strong and good enough
I took your trust; I took advantage of
then gave away, what you had given me
Yet when I gave that love to someone new
I could not give enough to feel the same
like city life I'm lost in one-way streets
Over-whelmed I am searching; first and main
I walk along a tight rope once again
I see you on the platform other side
Standing, not alone, Still, I let you know
But so I would not fall you threw a line
You gave to me, kind love and built me up
You showed me I was strong and good enough
Though our line is frayed,
like twine, holds a strength
I will always be; Still, in love with you
HBK © 2018 Jeffrey Spencer
A rose, like a sweet sorrow, blooms for love's tomorrow
A heart, beating pure, is a vessle meant to endure
A life, like the sea, is there for you and me
A love, running wild, was never meant to be defiled
You, like a flower, grow more beauty with each hour
Me, like a bee, is drawn to you and you to me
Nature, sweet and cerine, is our love's current scene
Truth, now and forever, is ours no matter the endeavor
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Heart of mine,
Frozen it time,
You'll be fine,
You'll be fine.
Sing your song,
Keep it's rhyme,
Keep its chime,
Believe in your spring time.
Heart of mine,
Search for your smile,
Look up at the sky,
Hope never dies.
Believe in destiny,
And if by chance it was not meant to be,
Take a deep breath and sigh,
Then slowly let it go and say Good bye.
Oh heart if mine,
Frozen in your Winter Time,
It will be hard and you will cry;
There will be tears,
and there will be sighs...
But don't let the spark die.
For as long as the sun shines,
As long as there's a blue sky,
Tomorrow will be alright.
You'll be fine,
You'll be fine.
Let go of your worries,
Let go of your endless sighs.
Sing your song and keep its rhyme,
Love will come in the right time.
Embrace your own sunshine,
And wait for the sunrise of your destined Spring Time.
Did you see the moon last night?
It was big and yellow;
Incandescent
I woke up mad and sad
It was gone; just went missing
Though I guess today it’s made
It’s way, across both land and sea
Traveling like a vagabond
For someone else to see
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