In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek
Rousing replies risen bound by chains
Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays
Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour
Rid my face of discoloured honour
Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays
O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire
Feign, o swell upon the imperious bells
Dear wicker, o ire, shalt rain upon the sinner's drencht trap
Leave mellow cleaves upon a skull's prondered fallows
O wicker, dear wicker, fall'n be the strife within my own trial
Ris'n upon a mellow moon's impassive scamp
A whore within such heavenly light, where'n quarry shalt seek a seeming clamp
Fought a feign, O swallow, O blossom by my might
Shalt the wicker sun swoon upon my sorrows?
O life, upon a liver, foreclose a killer
For soon i shall take upon flight
Until the sun's swollen wicker shall take upon the morrow
Shall anguish thrive upon a famisht howl
Come without breaks, nor bend
I shall steal upon the wicker's whelms
Towards the sways, o sorrow shall bend
Belier my helm, 'til all else shall fall hither
'Til I hear the moon call upon the wicker,
And I shall fly.
Pills and potions
Ointment and lotions
Don't always do the trick
We swallow them to feel better
But they can make us feel sick.
Sick and ill
Drugs that can kill
Are taken every day
Would we feel any better?
If we throw this medicine away.
And try to do without them,
Except for the necessary ones,
And make an effort
To appreciate nature and the sun,
Sunshine is healing
It makes one feel good to be alive
A relaxed and happy feeling
Whelms up inside
All your illnesses or concerns
Become secondary for a while
As the sun is shining bright
And so is your smile.
SAME TO SAME
Yesterday my friends came.
Do you know all of them ?
No problem : Take part in game.
Excuse is lame.
Put photo in frame.
School Emblem to stich in hem.
Stones are Gem : Lustre to claim.
Root down : Up stem.
That's plant- system.
Oil of grains sesame !
Glow of candle flame.
Pets to love and tame.
Children are same, none to blame.
Good work brings fame : Bad work gets shame.
What's your aim ? What's your name ?
Middle name and Surname ? Or, pseudo name ?
King rules realm : Queen whelms.
Respect star of Bethlehem
and National Anthem.
05/25/ 23
Purusha, the consciousness, and prakriti, the matter,
Like glass vessels in the basket of existence clatter;
Beyond corporal, cerebral, and emotional realms,
To Spiritual reality the consciousness whelms...!
Like a migratory bird, having its mission fulfilled,
The soul flies to its homeland exhilarated and thrilled;
Exploring silent salient lands of known and unknown,
Reaches the zone and milestone of peace and joy sown and grown...!
Like a flower and plant and tree encounters the seasons,
Of summer, monsoon, spring, winter, and autumn with reasons;
So too the spirit, mind, and soul passes all fine phases,
Like a horse single-mindedly towards its goal races...!
The lithosphere, hydrosphere, biosphere, and atmosphere,
The exosphere, geosphere, hemisphere, and hydrosphere;
Across each realm, the creature reaches with no resistance,
Attains pilgrimage of perfection and pure existence...!!!
07 May 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
I cross the realms from morn till night.
I ride on dragons with wings of might.
I search for you without delay
and ask the Fates to show the way.
I fly above the cotton clouds
in sun before the night enshrouds.
I seek the paling saffron skies
to catch the trail from your disguise.
Yet on I ride across the realms
before my eyes betray my whelms.
Your love has left me unashamed
and leaves my saddened heart inflamed.
Thus soaring on wild winds above,
I seek togetherness, my love.
I search each kingdom that I find
for hope that gives me peace of mind.
Until again I can enclose
your fragile form and mine appose.
Lost without you, I feel fallow.
I adore you, my sweet shadow.
o’ gentle autumn
winds find themselves flowing blows
Blowing over the
whelms Of gentleness
harvested trees that surround
you and I and me
10/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
I ward off wickedness everyday
in my cathedral of the upmost realms
negativity tries to receive its way
High Priestess I block out those whelms
this may seem in favor of a saga
but it's genuinely significant to me
in constant metamorphosis of mind frame trauma
I fight to focus on the truth to free
for I do not understand people performing
in this reel that is our life
rather than simply transforming
into a signal fire burning bright
alas I shall not wonder
of these things anymore
I'll accept not to be under
this spell contrite explore
A Silent Admiration
Silent One whelms me since entry to poetry: sole inspiration.
01/11/20
Note. Silent One belongs to my next generation. I feel charmed and moved by
each poem composed by him. He is a true talented poet. Blessing to him always.
' Who flips your trolley' Contest by Bobby May
ONE TWO THREE
one two three in queue
emotion love and passion
to entwine in mind.
When first love charms, enchants, whelms,
emotion surges, passion flames.
02/27/19
Fifth Place
'Charliekucoup' Contest by charles messina.
BEAUTY
Beauty charms,
wonderfully whelms to watch.
Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder.
Beautiful behavior to boast, attracts most.
Love is the essence of beauty in mind.
Elegance is the beauty of personality.
12/22/18
Third Place
'STRAND SELECT 8' Contest by Brian Strand
In the corner of the galaxies
Sheds all the darkness over whelms me
And it's within this odyssey
The light shines
Just a glimmer a poke
Transparencies dawns then shines on me
And it's within this odyssey
God in heaven
Creator of ALL and matter
In the corner of the galaxy
God THE LIGHT SHINES
7/3/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
pips
pine
poses
perfect
perfectly
perfected
perfecting
perfectionism
perfectionistly so
he played his harp
only heard in the dark
shadows shattered rest
broken by silences test
waves wane on sound
vibrations are bound
touching chaotic'ing realms
brushing neurotic'ing whelms
blushing arts streaming scars
prancing like gleaming shards
glancing with seeming stars
romancing loves branded
regaurds
only heard
in
the
dark
he played his harp
?
Heartbeats thumping in rapid unison
Chest hard pressed in his final resting place
The scent of sterile death whelms the toxin
Igniting the ducts in a scarce headspace
A drop on his tongue with a salty trace
Glitters in the blinding fluorescent ray
Each dense breath trickles unused time away
As tears of ire inspire his golden coat
One last moment to share our yesterday
And with that fourteen years have gone afloat
5/13/2016
ON TENDING THE GREAT ANCESTRAL FIRES
Here lies the residue
Of an old fire
Long gone
Dry—Ashes
Left to the whelms
Of raindrops to dampen
Into a useless mush—
Or for the wind to blow
Aimlessly to nowhere;
Wet and immobile
Or blowing dry in the wind,
Useless are cold ashes.
Here, scattered among the warm ashes,
Lay hot remnants of a once great fire
Gone untended—abandoned as.
Often, tenders of great fires are released
From their duties by the thirst of death;
Others are just scared away.
Be whichever it may, great fires
Cocoon themselves in charcoal hued embers.
Charcoal hued embers—steamers of raindrops
And lovers of re-birthing winds of ignition.
Come chilled children;
Movements are like unsettled ashes
Of social interchange; revolution,
Like volcanic embers of transformation.
Come cocooned children;
Let us gather and stoke volcanic embers
That we may metamorphose in the presence
Of the Great Fire spirit of our ancestors—
Least we devolve into the staled mush of ashes.
Here I am curled up on the floor.
Im crying so hard I cant take it anymore.
I get up wipe the tears from my eyes.
To find myself writing my last goodbyes.
Only one person comes to thought.
The pain over whelms me cause its me she forgot.
I didn't think this is what our future had in store.
Just thinking about it makes me cry even more.
Every minute that tics slowly by.
Makes me more sure ill be left to die.
9 razor blades lay across the table.
3 bottles of pills without there label.
Im gonna use those blades and swallow some pills.
To finally end the pain and forget how it feels.
Once I start there's no turning back.
To this kind of pain this is how I react.
I hope I cross your mind every now and then.
We both know this way it shouldn't of been.
I called up death he said hes coming my way.
I hope my hero will save me today.
Well its probably to late.
Guess this is what happens when you lose your soul mate.
For the ones still here and find my letter.
If your in love I pray that your story ends a little better.
bye bye my almost lover
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