Unimagined Poems

Colors of the Wind

pause to hear a storm
listen to its vast noises
admire its voices
winds that blew in infamy
crackled as romantic fires

state huts wade through muck
spiders and newborns pancaked
trouble from the breeze
it stretched over our tall walls
but into their tenements

furious horses
unimagined violence
warfare wind wallops
nests shaken out by breezes
some people gather again

The Gate of Pain

I scream at the universe
for injustice and unimagined pain
when my GOSSAMER heart opens
the gate of GRIEF-STRICKEN memories
    of a GHOSTLY face
that lies in a GRAVE of GODFORSAKEN despair
still GROANING inside my soul
where I crumble in tear-stained
mutterings of worthless thoughts
of days and nights that could have been

Of These Three

Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.	 
And faith, as essential as one's breathing;		 
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.		 

When suffering and heartache stir the pain		 
And disappointments pierce us like teething;	 
Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.	 

The wiser soul despises old refrains,			 
Focused only on heaven’s high wreathing		 
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.		 

The devil spins his lies for sordid gains			 
God gives His children a three-fold sheathing.		 
Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.	 

Abide in heaven’s mercies and His Name 		 
And discover grace and trials easing.			 
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.		 

Great aspirations flow through seeker’s veins,
Unimagined heights and glory seizing-
Of these three: faith, hope and love- let love reign.
Hope must be second, for a higher plane.

Like Root Beer Diamonds

Like Root Beer Diamonds

smokestack lightning on the pomona freeway
plays their twangy sound brimming with desire
tan mexican cheerleader rides in a ’46 chevy
passing neon hamburger stands in walnut city
passing the silver taco trucks parked on main
they clang like bells in a distant temple of god
she say she want pozole beans and coca cola
her brown eyes sparkle like root beer diamonds 
her dark skin enfolds me with unimagined force
the stars above my cruising machine wink at us
they know of our holy genuflections in the dark
the ‘46 chevy parks at javier’s mexican canteen 
smokestack lightning plays their twangy sound 
plays it on 8 track plastic brimming with desire
her sweet salsa voice puts my soul in handcuffs 
her straight white teeth and wet lips enslave me
we sit close at a back table in the dim darkness
her brown eyes sparkle like root beer diamonds

Sipping on Poetry

   Perched in a leafy tree
     sipping on poetry

   eyes trained on rolling hills
     toggling ‘tween windowsills 

   points of vantage as yet unimagined
     heretofore ne’er examined  

   Dare one say ‘the thrill is gone’
     ~ leave him listless lie on languid liquid lawns

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Little Shelves in Quiet Minds

Little shelves in quiet minds 
Hold unimagined worlds. 
Night-time spurs their playtime jaunts.
By dawn, a tale reshelves. 

At times, these tales may reappear 
To flirt with daytime ponder. 
If thoughts of ponder dare to shift, 
A soul may act on a wonder. 

And Fortune, guide a happy soul, 
Who wears the wonder born 
Of ponderings from shelf-life jaunts. 
They’re rare as a unicorn.

LOVE ME

I’m in the phase of my menstrual,
Where I’m very vocal,
And I want to talk about love,
Romantic love to be specific,
How it elevates you to another galaxy,
A lovely exciting world you see, 
A world, before unimagined,
Full of possibilities
Wonders and amazing entities.

But then, 
Think about it, 
This is the only way love can be,
Without this elevation, love seizes to exist,
Such a great feeling, unreal as it is,
You’re special now, no longer just a particle of humanity
You’re a representation of God Almighty,
Unconditional love,
Not having to do sh*t for you to be given some loving,
Not something you can buy,
Not even with a Biafran shilling.       

AND SO WHAT IF I AM A LONELY HEART-Alone I am Not-

So what if I am a lonely heart
A soul untethered broken in parts
A complex stream of unimagined
Physically I am alone,
My flesh, heart, body not belonged
But president is set
I am never alone in Jesus
~
My Father God has shown
He gives me companionship
You, see In HIM Elohim I am
Never mine spirit not alone
A soul untethered broken in parts
A complex stream of unimagined
So what if I am a lonely heart


12/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Do Souls Dream?

Is death a dimension of misplaced minds
That we, as humans, cannot fathom?
When our bodies die, will we find
An existence entirely unimagined?
Are souls of the dead elated in eternity?
Do they bask in Heaven’s warmth and mirth?
Or do they look back nostalgically,
And ponder their former stay(s) on earth?
As souls drift down eternity’s stream,
Do they remain pious and devout?
When people die, do their souls dream?
And, if souls do, what do they dream about?

The Blue Sea

Hail to the magnificent blue sea,
The unlonely blue sea,
Wide and beautiful to see,
With all majestic lives beneath its foot,
Who knows your root?
Will not one concern himself with what his eyes see?
Or stand astonished as the waves fall,
Hugging and clapping with its magniloquent voice.
Oh! Most dominant part of mans history,
Who wouldest salute at your sight,
Or tremble to behold such a might.

Hail to the unconfined blue sea,
Bearing as countless beauties unimagined.
Even in your raging moments,
You display your shimmering glories.
Wouldn’t one jabber in a bid to appreciate your radiance?
As you help unravel the beauties of the sky,
Showing to the curious minds
 the purity of the dazzling  
Glaring nights,
And unconceal the moments 
Of the twinkling of the stars
To the curious eyes!

Musk Hibiscus

      Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
      Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly 
      Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers
      Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully 

    
      Mallow centesimal stripes boiled candy
      Star picket stick pink pigment saccharine
      Temptress in dress derived from deer manly
      Restless gypsy tastebuds buzz within labyrinth 

    
      Gender column calm offers an absconding
      Seductive glands have universal indulgence 
      Elon holds obstinately to his Mars 2030 colony
      Stamen aims telescope towards closer emulsion 


      Satellite dish observation grants mans' wishes
      Expands our command of unimagined planets
      Future mixes musk fusions for either expeditious
      Sows anise seeds for Mars far sighted inhabitants 


      
      

          23rd  January 2023

          Written for Contest: Musk
          Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco

A Share With a Friend

Just the other side of the river,
oaken sentinels rise to greet Sol;
a lone birth sits nearby amid river rocks, 
time worn by the flowing aqua,
that wends and winds the bends upon
its journey across the rolling lands.

Athena's child hoots a "Hello" in
tones of contentedness and friendship;
as our eyes lock, my spirit instinctively
feels the elation of a crisp, late summer
morning.  I lay out a freshly caught fish
near a tree behind me, turn and cast out again.

The swift flutter of wings resounds behind me,
the gift accepted silently by my watcher,
brings me the joy unimagined within the
hardened concrete abyss; real life is about
the natural order of things and blessings
that abound upon this majestic space-marble.

The Colors of the Soul

Viewing the chakras of the soul is no different than peering at a beam of light that flows through a prism.
Those who have awakened are aware that they are visitors and engaged in Gaia tourism.
We are in remembrance of His words, and the feeling of His grace while sitting front and center of the master creator, in the midst of an emerald green grassy knoll.
His shimmering breath takes the form of brilliant light, as it penetrates, saturates, encompasses, and fills one with indescribable, unimagined joys untold.

He inspires one to live a life of integrity, for the victory goes to those with absolute faith which they always employ.
Like an alchemist would take two metals to make an even harder substance, courage and faith creates a hardened alloy.
As multidimensional beings, our soul colors can vary between different dimensions which we have traversed.
As it has been said, life is a stage but many remember and are aware and have already rehearsed.

In November's Chill

IN NOVEMBER'S CHILL
 
When red leaves from sleeping trees draped in snow
rest easy on the rock hard icy ground
I wait and plead,
please hurry and appear to me

So I can love you
to warm you like a wool blanket from the Pampas
to make your toes curl up with joy
to smell your hair the odor of evergreen Christmas pine  

And like an opera singer hitting the high notes in Caruso
my heart opens up to unimagined highs hoping
You have come. I rejoice, you are here with me
a teenager could not be as excited as I feel

You bring beauty to my life
with the subtleties of your expressed love
your caresses write volumes to my desires
expression of my love seems dismal for the love you shower on me 

But time is cruel, time oh time, 
allow me to stay before the morrow comes 
let me live what’s left of my eternity here in her arms     
before you compel me to leave her holy place
   
In which the fervor of her embrace takes my chill away
the wetness of her kisses unfold my strength
the kindness in her love melts my anxiety 
and her compassion lays me to rest 

And casts me to the icy earthen hole in November's chill.

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