Adoring thoughts focus on life freestyle …
scoring just one private fertile square mile.
Stockpile goods, fish and hunt wild game to store.
Worthwhile garden work brings fruits, greens and more.
Adjourn from life beneath false, greedy skies.
Upturn simple joys as soulfully wise.
Devise strong home and outbuilds by hand earned.
Rise daily filled with all freedom discerned.
Play a little diddle
Fet me some
Play a little diddle
Fer me come on boy
Give me some of that ole raz a ma taz
Play me some beat give me jazz
Air check backbeat block chords Fusion Bridge
Get down with in
Play a little diddle
Fet me some
Play a little diddle
Fer me come on boy
Kicking the can to the curb
So upturn
Boy, I am focused
Got my open-toe shoes on
And one glitter glove
In step of rhythm I am
Kicking the can to the curb
10/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A course-correction knife was plunged too late.
A smile was still, upon her lips, that date.
Clueless, for most of life, the cherries, green.
Her shoulder-bluffs and high-peak cheeks are seen.
She stands five feet, barely a statue-bold.
Appears quite warm with bundled arms of gold.
A pointed thumb at chest level. A charm
Bracelet does shake with silver-fake alarm.
The lyrics play a lycra-schmooze with stretch.
Uncanny walking cane, amidst homestretch.
A slide puzzle, her wrinkles crash and burn.
Only then, girl, a happenstance upturn.
A giving tree, with scathing sack of seed.
The dandiest scatters of yellow weed.
A field not quite a rose, with weaker stems.
A chosen path amidst headstones - few gems.
But remembered, oh yes. Her name engraved
and youthful picture set. ‘Tis what she craved.
benign bliss burn churning mind-body urn ~
causes conditioned beliefs to upturn
as God’s benedictions pour down like rain ~
doing nothing we ascend without strain
To turn a new page,
mind battles we wage
must rest,
whence love centre-stage
stops fears to outrage
soul’s nest.
We thus come of age,
as we disengage
thoughts stressed.
With desires addressed,
our soul has progressed,
to learn
heart cleansed and undressed,
embarks on soul’s quest
to churn
fears at love’s request,
that then by God blessed,
we burn.
Let’s turn life’s page stern,
choosing to discern
our rage,
which we then adjourn,
for it’s now love’s turn
to cage
desires and upturn
fear; for God we yearn,
oh sage.
28-March-2023
Virelai
Besieged souls fight up their way
against a pile of bodies in lay.
Hearts tremble in disarray
as the horizon turns to gray.
On the ground, the children scream
as the quake shatters their dream.
Ruins of shatter drown the stream
as the sun's rays turn to dim.
On the sea, young souls flutter
as they try to dodge the shatter,
while the wrath of the raging water
tries to clip their voice to stutter.
A weeping mother mourns her child
even though his ways were wild,
for the time for him to be mild
can no longer be seen by her grandchild.
Two lovers, long drifted away,
long for more time together to stay
but the bleakness of the day
brought the tears as she watched him lay.
How could the world forget the day
when the horizon turned to gray?
Thousands of souls in tragic slay;
Many pristine, with no debt to pay.
Oh! Lord almighty,
cuddle us, pour your mercy.
Swerve us away from this monstrosity,
unto upturn and prosperity.
February 10, 2023
A Brian Strand Choice No 1185 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Sadim touch, I must say. Is this upturn, yet, bad?
Didn't Midas' touch become, ultimately, sad...?
Not being greedy - is the moral of Midas,
Yet, isn't the Midas episode an eidos...?
What did the king not have, that he didn't decide,
When death meats, who, in this short life will take whose side?
To have health, wealth, and happiness is each one's dream,
Isn't riches in plethora, part of the scheme?
There's a time in each one's life when wants don't come true,
Midst good thoughts and actions, like yeast, frustrations brew...!
Expectations, like wild lilies, grow numerous;
When they fade, for others, our life turns humorous...!
Each touch must be a touch that turns hate into love,
And yearn, contrary to gold, the kingdom above...!!!
27 December 2022
Be the beauty that dwell to spread,
For all to share colorful moments.
Be the cheers that spring to yield,
Good laughter to birth inner peace.
Let crudeness not teach beauty's value,
Like darkness preaches light's worth.
Let melancholy not bury cheers' birth,
Like sunlight helps seeds germinate anew.
May all you crave for not be like shadow,
Unto your table as the daily bread.
May the blessings that will be bestow
On you, be the ones you really need.
This day of the year; many happy return,
Shall accompany you in His presence.
Through days and nights commitments,
Which shall make you enjoy great upturn.
Congratulations on this day, dear brother
Your wish is not meant to make you bother
Best wishes on this day. Oh grace!
Define redress power to foster pace
You're the best with kindest regards.
Make the best out logistically
And like Bayern, play your cards,
Projecting unique docket optimistically.
Up Chelsea with trophy parade in town
Lolz! Down Arsenal with a useless crown
Timileyin, that's for every diehard blue fan
Who ends up with excuse of the ban.
Winks!
Scriptures affirm truth of oneness
There being but one consciousness
High time now we solve this life quiz
Wisdom revealed in deep stillness
Knowing then that God alone is
Meaning, all that is, He and His
Truth is a singularity
Manifest within, as bliss fizz
Recognising this, rarity
Attained when with void parity
Else we feel separate from source
Maya’s veil shrouding clarity
God is love, thus employs no force
Free will determines, our life course
We’re here to learn and to discern
For each breath, God’s our sole resource
Exiting feral pathways stern
When narrow cravings, we upturn
Each node of form, explodes in joy
Feel thus lama, benign bliss burn
03-February-2022
No one listens, although ear hears
Frigid minds, so brittle
We feel not bliss, that heart endears
See how habits whittle
We don’t learn, till we burn
Stewing in pathways stern
Till ego we upturn
Wisdom glistens
No one listens
24-December-2021
Quietus
Our pulse quickens in quietude
Stillness ushers rapture
Childlike wonderment attitude
That mind cannot capture
Invite joy, let bliss burn
Time’s now, to fear upturn
Erasing thought forms stern
The plot thickens
Our pulse quickens
09-December-2021
Quietus
Dreams recollected, in state of waking
Our free will therein active, to discern
No memory of waking whilst dreaming
Our acts in waking state thus enabling
Life lessons we gradually so learn
Dreams recollected, in state of waking
Yoga affirms dream state enlightening
More so deep sleep, when all thought images burn
No memory of waking whilst dreaming
Drop in awareness debilitating
Stuporous tendency, cause of concern
Dreams recollected, in state of waking
When each state be equal, illumining
No cravings remain, which may heart upturn
No memory of waking whilst dreaming
Be this as it may, we keep on walking
Tranquil, even though turbid life does churn
Dreams recollected, in state of waking
No memory of waking whilst dreaming
09-October-2021
The fear is quite irksome
It foods you from within
It is lethal than death
It is inflexible to digest
Fear crushes all happiness
Fear digest all sorrow
Fear kills away all emotions
Sadness shy’s fear
And so does anger
Hates fear
Fear is one and all
It holds a black hole
Within itself
Nothing can dictate fear
Nor can slaughter it
As the timepiece’s needle passes
It will upturn more and more.
Soft, subtle whispers of conscience within
They burn, upturn, compelling doublethink
Redeem hermit, soul from possible sin
Senses five immerse us in outer din
Severing thus from God, our divine link
Soft, subtle whispers of conscience within
Child’s soul innocent, feels pricking of pin
Those who listen, glisten, whilst others sink
Redeem hermit, soul from possible sin
Presence imbibes bliss from pores of our skin
Love lotus blooms, luminescence bright pink
Soft, subtle whispers of conscience within
Nip ego desire before it begins
Heed truth hues etched in indelible ink
Redeem hermit, soul from possible sin
Divine restores light of our origin
The doing we do is mind with love sync
Soft, subtle whispers of conscience within
Redeem hermit, soul from possible sin
01-June-2021
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Vowel omitted ‘a’
Times when u were young ,
A thought strikes me
Trees shade in scorching sun
Mid aged acceptance
Strong roots for little grass
Heads first prior
Maker's unconditional affection
Follow the steps
Untroubled upturn for keeping
Untroubled upturn for nourishing
Wasn't a function for prospect,
But desire for bliss
We dont long for inconsistent affection
Nor tenderness of our veins
But unexpected shields of planted trees
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