At what point do we reach the turn
The second before the spiral
At the moment of no return
When all regrets are visioned vital
To our demise, the urgency of the blind
Fat with profit driven policy
Ignoring burnt grass, paying no mind
To food shortages that became normalcy
Wrapped up in pathetic fallacy
Autumn hides false prosperity
Imagined lands of Albion's dream
Fields of flourish not concrete seen
Too scared to admit that we are beyond
Any points of green
A HAIKU AWARENESS TRILOGY
Ignorance darkens.
Thus, be not tunnel-visioned:
Seek wisdom’s bright light.
Lies will mislead you.
As you sojourn, be aware:
Trek towards the truth.
Always seek to know.
It’s said… “not knowing is bad…”
“Not seeking to…worst:-
Side A:
Players of an album made...
Vinyl, cassette, CD.
Audio output displayed
To ears of you and me.
Mono in the days of old
For output of a song.
Better mixing would unfold
When stereo came along.
Physicality was more
Abundant way back when.
One went to the music store
To buy albums - and then...
Side B:
...after years of being sold
In shops to you and me,
Music nowadays is told
And heard in MP3.
One's collection can be built
Online and through their phone.
Consider music as a quilt
With tracks together sewn.
Who would have visioned or thought
That since days of devices,
Artists can be streamed and bought
At reasonable prices?
Nest
Where is the life? Where are the seeds? Where is the future? Missing lives?
Missing life? Oh, no. There is no life, only a dreamed and visioned desire
My life, my life, visioned future of their hoped lives. Kids from my life
The nest is in your hand, oh my love, don’t be selfish, give your heart
Seeds are your lives and mine. I am your gardener, you are the garden
I am walking on your field and watching the blue sky. Going far. Goodbye.
Eclipse of Sun is quite a sight
since for a while day looks like night
when moon moves ‘twixt the Earth and Sun
and over light the dark has won
or seemingly in visioned sleight.
That syzygy alignment might
in past have given grievous fright.
Yet now we know ere has begun
eclipse of Sun.
These days this marvel can ignite
excitement of supernal height
with mise en scènes our senses stun
in pageants not to be outdone,
while world continues on despite
eclipse of Sun.
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
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Face doesn't mean the physical look but what you have visioned yourself to look like,and same vision you die with.God has the power to change the visionary face before your phase is over
I being fit like yellow yellow by (cane her garri):I take jewlet in Shakespeare because of their passion for lives.
Abiku and ogbanje that scary crazy story I read but never saw.As I grew I learnt that humans come back to live with slight difference
I see children real same baring number of persons that once lived or are still living.that is why we are born with one face and die with another phase
The first and last phase occurs with an (her tribute) TIME
The Whirlpool Galaxy of grand-design,
a stately spiral with companion small,
once held to be in gravity’s confine
of greater galaxy’s imposing sprawl,
is shown in sharpest image ever caught
to have essentially been gliding past
for myriads of years, beyond our thought,
behind the Whirlpool’s classic swirling cast.
A cosmic canvas visioned by Van Gogh
limns canopy above from earth below
as though he could intuit fluid flow
of astral turbulence the skies bestow
in Vincent’s Starry Night’s celestial dream
with Whirlpool soaring o’er in stellar stream.
~ Harley White
Looking up into space the stars,
Guide us to the planets,
Of the many universe's.
I am often thinking, dreaming images,
Of distant lands not seen yet only,
Imagined in our minds.
Sitting, waiting, Smiling as the rocket,
Of life gets ready to blast,
Us to the new horizon.
Hopefully to make life better for those,
Who only dream of life, beyond the Moon.
Only imagining.
Only dreaming.
Things never visioned before only,
Hoping I will get to experience,
Everything beyond my imagination.
It was a dry December month
There was no rain, there was no snow
And so his hopes were wearing thin
For Christmas White to be on show
Yet still a chance there is, he thought
As hope lives on, however small
And so he visioned Christmas joy
Through snowflakes short and snowflakes tall
Prepared he was, to set the scene
Such merry making, pure delight
The boughs of jolly wreaths were hung
His tree of green was trimmed with light
With gifts of gold set ‘neath the tree
And Christmas bird set now to cook
It was December 24th
Did he see snow, “let’s have a look”
With faithful wife and little ones
He went to window just to see
The first of many snowflakes fall
In Christmas dance of frosted glee
He never gave up hope, you know
For he believed and thus it came
He wished that all around the world
That folk would always do the same
It’s then he said, “I’ll need my coat”
As Mrs. Claus prepared his hat
Then “Reindeered” Santa made his way
To fly again and that was that!
His eyes were parted
as in front of him
he visioned a woman
of his dreams
and so he started to walk
his life and seems he seemed to be startled
by the passion
by her soothing screams
to embrace the kiss they witness
alas they were two lovers
drawn together no longer apart
with hopes of love so much heart
8/29/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I know that all I see
in Nature’s beauty
is a reflection of
heaven’s bounty –
therefore my breath
and duty, to nurture
and respect; thus I
detect in me, in the
sky, and the center
of a wave’s eye, a
radiance as of yet
to be visioned by
man – longing to be
worn in its purity
and taken onto
the soul – I fold each
beam, and tuck carefully
into a vest of memories;
the same pocket all my
treasures are kept
awaiting the awakening
of a greater, healed humanity –
I drew aside the veil of day to step to where there lives dismay,
where blind eyes rule what lies beyond, an alien in the visioned throng,
a beggar for the simple sight of what is wrong and what is right
where sight is sold beyond my means and gone forever lifes loved scenes.
The Farmers Lament
Sitting on the porch of a run-down home
The old man gazed toward the setting sun
As it was sinking in the west
After all his chores were done
The land, was the source of his income
He had toiled it through the years
Some of those were productive
Others, brought disappointment and tears
Stones and thistles, he did combat
Drought and famine had taken its toll
Now his body is wracked with pain
From fighting things he can't control
Many memories of, youthful days
Before his strength was gone
Kept drifting across his mind
And now today, he sits alone
Sarah, his wife and best friend
The rose of his heart, since their late teens
Last year illness took her away
No motivation, since he lost his queen
He visioned strolling along a shore
That was free from rocks and sod
Where ground was fertile, and gardens plush
As they were first designed by God
He knew the Savior had made a promise
To those who accept His will
There would be rest for a weary traveler
When he had climbed that last long hill
Colan L Hiatt = 06-02-17
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Feign neither to these visioned damsel life!
Do ultra-pain ever vanish with time?
Pre-infant, a thorny storm stunned out like a nipple
Some say normally, it only tickles
Stony bloke says, it's a nitty-gritty while my blood ripples
What he wish to see ;for her to move fast out of cripple
Several done seasons, her pistil rose grown
Gone is when slip, now it's two boost slope
Visual shape of womanhood enclose
Even yet, they say, if guys whistle blow, put on a frown
Deceit voice she heard, alot of love compose
Yea! At every seconds, what are we to say of those?
A stage to fish for one to lovelock in cage
Distractions of many but one was name
Having pleasures of sweet-bitter plan as it was read
Pain dropped to her ball, till the thrice three months
When that kid wail out the pride of her mum
Be it continuum! Echoed the immortal Norm.
reminiscent I fell in love in an instant...
Heart broken became tradition ....
Loyalty non existent.....
I love you with all my soul but the connection u had was fiction...
Now we only exist to torture our true existence...
To think a kiss could be vicious...
Infinity so descriptive...
those eyes that burn me alive...
immortal my goddess visioned...
Portal to heaven opened although I could never enter....
My passion pours through this pen to scripture the saddest picture...
when love is played like game the loser adores the victor ...
Never thought I'd get caught in a plot that's so vindictive ...
Forgiveness was never sought for actions that seek repentance...
Your silence is my acceptance its over no more pretending...damn
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