Upwardly Poems

Pewterspear Track in Yellow: A Sonnet of Sorts

The wind rose early with the busying dawn,
And, rushing into the long avenue of beech -
Laid down years ago to accommodate labouring feet,
Began to scatter over neatly cut verge and lawns
With its own inimitable unruly gust, blow and fuss...
Within a cascading maelstrom of vivid bright yellowness.

Against strong trunks, held firm by steadfast roots,
Groans from creaking boughs as they upwardly heaved
Upon frantically thrashing branches showering 
                               rusted, golden leaves;
Carpeting the rough stones below my trampling boots.
A mad kaleidoscope of leaping, swirling, skipping 
                                             colour
Where, as a child, I had once rediscovered...

Two green sandstone gate pillars sat well back
That ushered me under this arched, canopied track.

Reminded Myself

I reminded myself in an unusual way,
While standing in a rain of a watery display,
Soaking in my new town's local splash park,
Remembering how I needn't be in the dark.

I let the risen structuredly flowing fountain
Grant me a liquified sense of liberation
As I basked beneath a cloudy sunlit sky,
Promising myself to never again deeply cry.

I reminded myself on this very special day,
From now on everything'll be more okay.
I embraced all my parts of that were hurting,
As I began speculating every new beginning.

I smiled fondly about who I am becoming,
As I close the chapters for every ending.
I danced in the upwardly cascading rains,
As I silently renounced away all of my pains.

Wings

Do it with all of your being
What!?
Upward "movement"
As you have grown,
 to now from childhood.
Look at the sky
See the heaven
Fly high
With your free will and power of two wings:
Hope & fear
A hope to get the mercy of The Supreme Being  & the fear of His Power.
Seek His forgiveness everyday every hour every minute
As you came alone, you shall go..
Hopefully upwardly
Right direct

Pictorial of Stained Glass

Written: November 05, 2023
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Glittering glass on gossamer ground 
untamed saffron blaze tackles its task 
a flawless waltz

Beaded up pristine runaway stars
In a bright, shimmering stream
weave shards of light onto a string of pearls
speaking upon ageless beauty.

I'm facing the sky
toward shards of dwindling light
patterns devoid of time

When daylight has faded
a caramelized lion and Noah ark coexist
placing my palms upwardly focused

With you in mind, I venture outside
rhapsody vibes under Moon candle
dreams seep into reality.

My heart, a litmus of love, triggered
emotional turmoil.

I just wish to offer you the best
of myself.

White Puffy Clouds Over Whitewashed Lavender Skies-

white clouds on the wind
whitewashed on lavender scenes
puff cotton balloons
~
abides so they seem
just floating upwardly high
winds white clouds in skies


3/7/22 
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022

Lost Love

Life movements cease to flow across my breath 

A solitude of lifeless reality settles in deep in my core

Untouched by love the soul escapes upwardly to the stars themselves 

A view from above lifeless below darkness shrouds the soul

Lost love that fed life is nowhere near

As I Dire Breathe

Got free range to roam 
in a plastic dome, poorhouse farm
The debt fence keeps rooster clock me 
from payment parachute, golden eggs liberty 
Oh, such pecking order karma harm

It’s a butcher’s credit card discount
when it comes to job security 
Know for scramble sho’ ...
my life savings gonna bleed

Chicken-hearted, I apathetically  
suburbicon move with merit barrier ease
On promotion poverty, I ghetto feed — 
The coin crumbs are tossed down
with oval grin fox charm,
to these vote-spinach weak,
scrawny Popeye arms

What’s to become of 
upwardly mobile downtrodden me?
I feel the oppression fire,
as I dire breathe
in corporate henpeck attire

So many cubicle drones on a dollar swarm
Got our pension papers
going up in puff severance flames
From the $$ penthouse cigar smoke alarm

Career bobble head success,
it ain’t nothing but frying pan bad luck:
Just no-fault blame
Omelette integrity “yes” chasing a buck
is a sour cluck shame

What’s to become of
downwardly mobile uppity me?
I feel the ambition, pink slip heat,
as boardroom boss dragons say: 
To profit prey
is why they fire breathe

Braving the Stillness

Radiating waves of thoughts unseen,
the battle gallant rages 
in sub-hematoma nether places
An invisible clash against dark principalities
from the shadow realm,
the stricken valiant breathe
with unconscious, godly certainty

Braving the acute stillness of the existential void,
the journey to elevated triumphant entry
is fraught with Golgotha mob Pilate crash noise

Imperceptibly the spirit moves righteously,
as the stillness quakes
at each new dawn star rising

And the inert, smitten shell of the battle weary frail
falls into deep watery dreams
of the loving hopeful ...
Moving moments of temporal tears shed — 
intimate prayer wishes infinitely cast upwardly well  


Dedicated to my late beloved father, Freddie.

Soldier

Until the trumpet's triumphant fanfare
Until clouds cluster to billowy stair
Until all men see His radiant face
Truth emanating love and grace
Rejuvenating us to upwardly soar
In a moment we change evermore

Until that day the battle bellows
The lion's thunderous roar
The serpent's subtle hiss
Deceitful hearts and lying lips
Plotting in arrogance and vanity
Trying to break the children of the Almighty

Until that day the enemy hides
Where imagination and reason reside
Trapping hearts into the spirit of timidity
Tangling thoughts into apostasy
Seducing men to pride
Reducing reality to reverie
   But try as he will
   The devil feebly fails
   The truth prevails

Angels of God surround the saints
Steadfast we stand claiming the Blood of the Lamb
The Holy Spirit revealing the mystery
That at the Name of Jesus
Kingdoms are crushed and the fearsome fall
Even demons of hell are swiftly compelled
On bended knee to confess
The Almighty Name of He Who Is
The precious Name of Jesus

   So I shall cling to Jesus
   Who shed His Blood for me
   Here I stand in the King's army
   In Him only am I delivered and I live
   To Him only my life I give

Hard-Boiled Goose Eggs

Direct me to the One selling magic beans-
my few remaining coins burn pocket holes
(and this is my last good pair of trousers)

nothing else worked, nor made a lick-o-sense
magic beans may sprout into something real,
maybe give me something to believe in

no enegy/ desire to slay dragons
pop-squatted my share of (un)golden eggs.
Need an upwardly mobile vacation

momentarilly take me to new heights,
at least envision my head in the clouds
searching for gold, (settling for silver)

Silent But Deadly

Sniper hid vapors
tend to always bullet strike
with stealth air carrier accuracy

Silent noxious assault
pierced the nostrils
with oxy painful inhalation,
of the non-ventilated third degree 

Deadly gaseous arrows
hit the overcrowded banquet room target;
and killed a-many healthy appetites,
with an alarming, 
depressed tongue rate-of-mortality

Hurried footsteps exiting
is all the flatulent evidence I would need
to likewise proceed  ... very quickly

Some intestinal terrorist
was dropping 
lite ranch dressing bowel bombs,
most heavily

And the near-suicidal rush to escape
has gag damaged many throats,
most  indiscriminately

I don’t cruelly mean to turbo fan 
butt-of-joke rumors
with word-of-mouth rapidity

But ... it really was
a silent butt deadly graduation affair
And I say this,
with the utmost, stiff upper-lip respect:
Scented air peace
from an anonymous tip identity

This upwardly mobile yuppie —  
Troll emoji catphish-ing bottom feeder
harbors no low-brow,
high school dropout insensitivity

Sky

A sky

The sky 

Our sky was

The sky that is

A sky above

The sky to look

Our sky can be

A sky of the sight 

Upwardly we see

Moon Spoon

Deeply, darkly, far and below 
mysteriously does grow 
from seed to sprout to branching limbs
trees climb upwardly through day and night
exposed to elements both hot and cold
years and ages and who knows how old
until purpose for man they offer their soul

Carefully taken from their place
the artist reveres their sacred state
hands rearrange carefully their shape
thoughts of love and beautiful intent
enter into their molecular grain

As above, so below
what is given to one
is give to all 

Inhaling we take a mouthful of peace
exhaling warmly reflected moonlight upon our skin
glowing and knowing we have been blessed
nourished and flourishing here in this place

for the spoon of the moon is special indeed
tailored from wood that once was a tree

meandering branches have found us
from you to me sitting comfortably
encompassing encircling enchanting and free

as a scoop in a spoon of darkness exists 
love from the moon to each one of us a gift

Untrodden Path

Suddenly we appear
On a land with tinctured atmosphere
The cross, the moon and star
A sovereign state more ethnical than wazobia

A smooth and broad path before us
Hungry for our feet to break the hush
Alas the road becomes starved
With thorns and thistles upwardly breaking its soil

Like the ape, bigotry evolves
Extremist in every nook and cranny
Untamed by the scepter and khaki 
Callously murdering people in cold blood

Enemies of peace lurking around
Refusing to walk in the path of love
Killing people with façade of hide and skin
The unpunished traitors of love and nationalism

Dedicated to those who lost their lives in Southern Kaduna massacre
										YEMI AFO (2017)

Fallen Idle

Fallen Idle

I watched a YouTube Ted talk, the guy did well,
Discussing the problems of millennials,
The disenfranchised generation,
Whose parents divorced intercourse,
Whilst aspiring to be like the far film stars,
With wealthy trappings, expensive cars,
Inculcated self belief of making an impact,
Because the parents were too weak to try,
Although they worked hard to survive,
And the growing umbrella of social media,
The face looked, head down upwardly mobile,
Who Twitter about Kardashians as though they are real,
Everyone can do everything they decide to feel,
Absurdity of a real World that doesn't quite behold,
Nor loves support of those fallen idle!

@Andrew Carnegie, Millennial musing, Monday 9th Jan 2017.


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