If words were enough to offer warmth to our hearts,
If hearts vibrated only to emotions,
I would write, in the ink of my tears, the messages of life,
I would place notes to warm the souls.
If gazes could tame the violence of the world,
If melodious songs could soften human beings,
I would give glasses to dictators,
I would erase the silences in the corridor of our lives.
If love had the power to silence the guns,
If tenderness were stronger than weapons,
I would build bridges between anger and hope,
I would place sparks of peace in the hands of children.
If time carried my words to infinity,
If memories knew how to erase our mistakes,
I would let kindness watch over our paths,
I would be the breath of the best of futures.
Joël Charvillat
An ethereal resonance
materialized.
A lingering echo beckoned.
His distant call vibrated.
Across the vast, celestial
architecture,
A whispered cadence
fractured through the gloom.
An unexpected, phantom
architecture,
Dispersing shadows in my
quiet room.
That auditory silhouette
suspended,
A vocal silhouette of warmth
and grace.
With every breath, the
quietude appended,
Illuminating all this empty
space.
It was a vibrant, sonic
invitation,
A gentle summons from a
hidden shore.
It sparked a strange, internal
inclination,
To seek the melody I once
ignored.
I'm still not clear on how you
came to me, but since
I can remember,
you've always been here.
My clothes were too big for you,
but you didn't care,
and even though you had no life,
I felt that when
I was with you, my soul vibrated.
With you, I escaped from my ordinary world
to live adventures in your extraordinary world.
With you, everything was different;
I didn't feel alone, and even though
you didn't say a word,
I could talk to you for hours.
There were countless nights
that I no longer spent in solitude,
and although I had no friends,
you counted for a thousand more.
The years went by, and I developed,
and my love for you evolved;
in any of my plans, you were
the first one I told,
and in my most disturbing nightmares,
you were the first who comforted me.
And before going to bed
I always looked for you Because
if one day you were missing
from my bed my soul
in agony cried for you.
You are more than a doll,
you are my best friend,
that guardian angel that
God sent me to be with me.
the world a playground
parents arms our nest
school was fun too
barring the weekly test
measles and mumps
mother tended with care
flame of love vibrated
heart vibrant and aware
our fontanel was open
we communed with God
but when we shared this
we but got a careless nod
we knew then we are soul
encased in body-mind
it took time to realise
to truth others were blind
counselled by elders
light of our soul became dim
taught to be street smart
God called but we forgot Him
looking back we now see
it was as meant to be
even though we seem bound
our soul is always free
Being handsome alone is not important. Having talent is. Quote by poet.
Bewitched, her fingers flew,
keys pressed, sound vibrated
song sang assonance in perfect pitch.
He tried, he fumbled,
closed his ears, a cacophony of
vulgar barbarism. He remembered standing up
disgusted, turning, looking in a mirror,
a nauseous narcissus.
He could not help but admire
his sapphire eyes,
the clean, well-shaved chin,
his perfect figure...
all useless, for he lacked
her talent, her special gift,
her poise;
but not her face
where ugliness triumphed.
It was then, alas, that he felt
the death of music in his soul.
Knowledge empowers
Ignorance rules
Story-line
Never underestimate
Be the observer
Using discernment
God made everything
Good and bad.
A reason and purpose
As above so below
Day and night
Heaven and Earth
Creator of creators
Eg Jesus and more
Different masters
Light and darkness.
A reason to act or art
A price to pay or gain
God never hesitate dues
Spirits don't lie
Thoughts becomes
Actions or reactions
Taking you on a flight
Into the realm you vibrated
Fear or courage, be aware.
The soul is limitless
Very infinite
Never to be limited
By illusion
Steady seeking
Reality which is truth
The body deceased
The soul never
It's the DNA and Genres
In all bloodline and lineage.
small world was as beautiful as a moonstone orb
I stared into her depths, amazed I was able to conjure her
She has facets that are so gorgeous, they are indescribable
this is the first time a small world had appeared in my visions
I wondered if this was an awakening
to let me know there are tiny planets in existence?
have other people stumbled upon this small world?
I listened for sounds, but there were none
Was the planet asleep? it began to vibrate
my fingers vibrated with it, moving faster and faster
soon they were spinning around and around
I felt extra energy in the room.
When I opened my eyes spurts of light were zipping past me
like when you brush your hair in the dark and you see sparks
I wanted to see the small world one last time
So I closed my eyes, but she was gone.
captivating winter child
outside playing gyrating
spinning and twirling hula hoopings
vibrated so much landed on the roof
plastic ring slowly falls down
until the ground
~
the little girl
still dancing, jumping up and down
little girl on the outside full of joy
bye and bye
she hula hooping outside
in the winter time
2/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
They were vibrant women,
whose voices vibrated in the vicinity.
Their squabbles were X-rated.
Profanity pirouetted nude in their expressions.
They fought for the rights,
though with obscene tongues.
Their ways were bitter
but beneficial like neem.
Even their glances could burn away
some virulent teen trends.
They were spunky,
kept snakehead-vigil on their surroundings.
For livelihood,
they gathered black oysters resembling them.
There were precious harvest songs
in their mind-albums.
As the sea,
they too had a serene face.
Their romance wasn’t a red rose blooming,
but a buffalo ploughing the field,
leaving behind clods of ecstasy.
They caned and scolded their children,
who grew strong in mind and body.
Now noxious things thrive
in the silence left by them.
First published in Native Skin, and then reprinted in The Literary Hatchet
'Twas a magical night beneath the moon
Enchantment unfurled sweeping all around
Cicadas vibrated musical tune
Jasmine's fragrance, beautiful, quite unbound.
Magical moonlight looked down on lovers
Their secret tryst will never be erased
This was moment true love was discovered
Like a magnet drawn they stood face to face.
Whispering midnight they were all alone.
In magical kingdom they did embrace
Salamander scurried across warm stone
Palm trees murmured softly, enchanted place.
Memory lingers of first tender kiss
Smell of Jasmine and they both reminisce.
In her eyes alone
They radiated with light
When shone to another
No longer a beautiful sight
Why did they whither?
Not appreciated among many
And how it broke her heart
But she still watered them plenty
Locked away from the rest
They sat in wait
For a time and place
Where another may appear
For a moment of magic
Another face as dear
Other acceptable beauties were gazed upon
So why us locked away?
Other worthy ones were revered
So why do we rot and stay?
The flowers felt neglect
Even with nightly hugs
The flowers felt unsightly
Even with kisses and love
The flowers grew restless with envy
Once a vibrated greenhouse
Now a relic that's quite empty
From the old rockin’ chair
came the sound of his snores
that rattled the windows
and vibrated the doors
She looked o’er her glasses
but kept counting her stitch
as she watched his feet jerk
and his hands start to twitch
She knew he was dreaming
‘bout them places he’d been
Was out riding the grass
cross the highline again
She’d heard all his stories
knows most of them are true
Been little on the range
that her cowboy didn’t do
He had grown a fine herd
carved a ranch out of rock
Raised a passel of kids
that now care for the stock
Fought many harsh winters
to keep his dream alive
Spent countless holidays
out on some cattle drive
Had fought wolves, drought, and fire
blizzards and flooding rain
Busted broncs and some bones
not once did he complain
Always managed to find
a bit extra to give
He had paid well his dues
for this good life they live
Always held his head high
through those sorrows and pain
Said if he had a do-over
he’d do it that way again
When I look into the mirror
And stare at my own reflection
I feel like a stranger sneering at me.
I see the patch of dark around my eyes,
With blotchy skin and wrinkles on my face.
Once I was a bubbly girl, a chatter box, lost in dreams
On fancy's wings, I soared high to touch the skies.
Love vibrated every nerve and sinew.
Now I feel like everything has changed,
Making me wonder how rapid is the flight of time.
Agile were my movements, could walk miles.
Fatigue I never knew, supple limbs never ached.
Then I felt like a triumphant victor.
Now I see the stark change, years have brought,
And wonder how rapid the onset of old age is.
Though my beauty has burnt away,
And my bones have a brittle grate,
Still, I long to make life a sweet labor of love,
And cling to it, waiting for each day,
Looking hopeful on what the next day brings.
Feb.9.2023
~ Placed Second~
I Felt Like Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Charles Messina
Cheers! Emmanuel Amos:
A Fast Gathering Moss!
No more a Rolling Stone.
The magic wrought alone…
Now, nice strong. houses builds:
Vibrated blocks for them wields
All Strong Generators
Withstand Incinerators…
Amos I’d taught in Okpo
A World I’d sought her succour:
From a tough part of the clan;
She could go to war no plan’
I would never forget Amaiyi:
Sounds much like Poet Niyi.
Four years it was over
And again turned A Rover…
A Great Meeting this year
January starts with beer!
An illusion buzzed in my head
the weather gods again twisted
the heat had real
made its mark this afternoon
the air felt oppressive and
everything around me vibrated
I closed my eyes and moisturized my lips
A bubbling wonderful feeling on
my tongue
with flavors of freshly picked strawberries
Everything I wanted
was a large dish
with strawberries ice cream
08.07.2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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