“I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.”~ - Arthur Rimbaud
be careful
of thoughts
you entertain
your mind
the vast expanse
of your virtual universe
sole perspective
crucial to your lifepath
shaping the quality of your destiny
AP: 2nd place 2025
look at her lips
succulent I embrace her
in my heart I hold
~
points wonderful she
she is her soul most purest
divinely purposed
~
made in His image
the image of the Most High
God's beauty is surely
~
embrace her hips rest
we be as one beyond bliss
beautiful vantage
2/2/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
My world moves parallel to yours
Try as I might I cannot reach you
I may understand from a vantage point
But I’ll forever wonder
Try as you might you’ll never reach me
You may only imagine
But you’ll try to help anyway
And that may be enough
She is afraid of suspect spaces,
with sparse starlight, ancient arches,
abyss-steps, swinging lanterns &
comforted by a moonlit garden,
an expansive sky of navy blue,
glitter-stars in an elocutionary’s box.
5/20/2023
Bitsize Contest 64
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Serenading you with my sincerity
assembling praises in your name
your one glance falls in place
a thousand emotions it resurrects.
Dawn is the new dusk
you pretend and wave it off
but the beauty in it
like an elephant without a tusk.
I wander to find peace
to render apologies apiece
my state of mind eloquent of a mirage
and I stay true to this farce
reality sickens me to the core
bringing redundant conversations to the fore.
Dredging up new barriers
setting up new boundaries.
Parsing life stuck at this juncture
now I run slower
and a lot less hunger
our differences like embers
time smouldered them
now settled beneath the ashes forever
still flickering by power of faith
memories waiting for someone to remember.
celestrial stars
sparkles ever so brightly
from afar they are
~
stars ever trinkles
ever moving shining so
from a vantage point
12/25/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I see what I saw as I saw what I seen;
Reality vision horizontally is it real;
Is it in the distance is it in the fields;
The verizon pictorial so discreet I see;
The distance and it's free;
Open vision imagery it's so real;
As I look upon the canvas kaleidoscope of the beauty;
Beauty of the fields and lands open spaces flowers and trees;
And braces this is the view that I saw as;
I see what I saw the beauty of it all;
9/25/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
The queue curls;
Serpentine.
Crimson faces
A woman exhales!
The last breath of her cigarette.
Takes her place:
at the tail end.
Thin silhouette, vital teeth missing!
We remain at the vantage point; watching.
Food bank: a new entry
In our dictionary.
A kindly man hands over green apples, a loaf of bread
And a tin of soup; indistinct!
To the mouth of the serpent:
An adolescent mother
With her babe in pushchair.
I usher my babes away;
Eyes moist!
Yasemin Balandi
How strange it must seem
when each thing becomes clearer
seen from a distance…
Perhaps the eyes have more time
to see every point of view
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1/19/16 Contest: "Syllables of Wisdom"
Sponsored by Silent One
Things we take for granted
Might be treasures in disguise
When reflected from the vantage point
Within a baby's eyes.
From a teapot to a squirrel
Or an airplane, flag or bird,
There's amazement when you offer
Explanation with a word.
You can watch the wheels start turning
As the pieces start to click
And vocabulary blossoms;
Repetition makes it stick.
For the world is filled with wonder
To those figuring things out;
It's a joy to be a part of
Teaching what it's all about.
I visited the shadow world,
preoccupied with shadowed thoughts
that smoke across the page,
and vanish in the light of reason.
That is to say, it is the proper way
to deal with thoughts like these,
the ones with worrisome exteriors,
fuzzing up the mind...to visit, sift them
through the lens of the unknown.
Is it not pure sacrifice of light
that sculpts an evanescent joy?
Send the night upon my heart
and let the shadows dance
their pure, seductive art
that streaming day would cloy.
Something else occurs beyond
the simple blockage of the sun.
Something past humanity
tears at romance, makes possibility
of pathos and of festival; it speaks
of rest and restiveness. and sends
its waning light on pilgrimage to truth.
Shout down the stealth
of gods who blaze across the sky
upon their firery chariots; their myth
is wearisome, their legacies of death
are past design. The time is ripe
for children's games at twilight
when the shadows play, and tease
and disappear into their history,
yet there in immortality
for still another day.
~
When the sun disappears from our presence
Hidden away by huge orbs of dark clouds
Spirits become forlorn, emotions tensed
Our focus is lost, and we float about.
As if we just lost our best friend, we mourn
The days when the sun made it all sublime
We could see our life and future far out
Sure, all of our dreams would come true in time.
Suddenly it all disappears from view
Fears enter our being, and hopes are gone
Whisked away by menacing threats of doom
We blame the elements for this let down.
In so doing, we fail to see the truth
That we were made in the image of God
That within us lie the strength, the virtues
And vision to reach beyond our look out.
In truth, the sun shines on, even when shunned
By storm cloud like forces out of its grasp
That oppose its purpose, till once again
It breaks through and in its rays we bask.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05.22.11
Holding the handle
Touching the toe at arm’s length
I see what you see
By Robb A. Kopp
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