I word the blood that freed our land
breathing opens minds which are
partly insane
popping midnight blue on cue
splattering palms moist
hoisting what is true
onto blank page as unhealed rage
this theatre an expanded oyster
Pearl becoming translucent
¥¥
glows pink silver the waiting Pearl to hurl
theatre seats are empty cold
rage evaporating with poverty
Truth speculatively mature
palms wrinkled warmly
cool blue a crying sky afar surfing
insanity protected his Heart
my blood runs a River of Stories
~~~~~~~~~
My name is “Israel” McCorkle, my name proves I am real,
due to its prefix, it’s not just a fix,
it’s a mental realization.
People always ask about,
and compliment my first name.
It has an aura,
It’s a powerful meaning.
Something that holds the strongest value
and is one of the most powerful parts of my identity.
And the word of the known name,
it goes back years and years
all the way to the Bible
and the Israel lights.
Not only does it have the wording of a country,
but it's a name most known in the biblical world.
It echoes through the ages,
back to ancient light,
From stories in the Bible
to the brave Israelites.
It sounds just like a nation,
with history so grand,
Yet also speaks of spirit —
a force that takes a stand.
In natured wording,
In what season can you say,
“Never say never?!”
It’s said, “God never leaves us!”
Never will this not be?!
Never ever stop
Fighting for liberation;
No, never ever:-
Such audacious wordplay;
Saying, “Never say never.”
When everything
Falls in place for you
When you feel like, you're on top the world
Mind your actions
Even when you're highest
Live with humility, but don't be timid
Don't act like you own the world, because it revolves.
What goes up
Must surely come down
The law of gravity
Nothing blooms forever
The law of nature
Even when you know a lot
Act like you know nothing, but be bold
As season pass by, things and people change.
As written in the Bible
Matthew 20:16
The first shall be the last
And the last the first
The law of reversal
Pay attention, so you don't regret it.
THE ECHO RETURNS NOT
Even if it’s poetic wording from the start
When a message is delivered with feeling
One expects some sort of echo in return
For a response or answer one may yearn
But without such, any soul needs healing
The absence of any echo hurts the heart
Despite lessons that were taught in school
About sound waves and that physics stuff
There are chambers designed as anechoic
And to bear the silence one must be stoic
Walls absorbing it all like a carpet of fluff
And for any echo, one would feel the pull
With no reply, was anything truly received
A modest need for at the least, one word
To be sure that a meaning was understood
Otherwise the sound of knocking on wood
At least be assured that it was really heard
By even a slight echo, one can be relieved
FORGIVE ME
I ask that you do forgive me, please
Judging poems is no spiffing wheeze
Needing some skills but no degrees
As reading always takes some time
Seeking syllable counts and rhyme
Few are trash or destined to be ash
Maybe haute cuisine or rice’n’peas
Some clever wording can still tease
Upon le mot juste to quickly seize
And good free verse is not a crime
Any voice is preferred over mime
If too brash, then teeth will gnash
As emotions will flow in the breeze
Some words bring me to my knees
Meaning is lost without those keys
I am older, no longer in my prime
Choosing winners is a hill to climb
Sorry no cash, but I must now dash
Brace yourself, it's never back before dawn,
For dawn only pave the beginning of the end,
Call it calm before the storm, no men is ever stranger to love.
Like dawn the beggining of all love is calmly, intriguing experience
NO STRANGER TO LOVE...
Yet easy to turn to a stranger for love,
See what we know is a experience, what we seek an excitement
Sound of that ain't expression of sadness, yet no approval of sanity.
Sorry for the confusion, am no stranger to love, its detailed in the wording.
For the meaning is not the moment but found in the moment.
For I have loved, as it has been a day down heading to dawn.
Call it weakness but nature never tired of that cycle,
For why feeling should be shamed, when excitement awaits.
For how such excitement can be known when stuffed in the suffering of an experience.
Brace yourself, pickup the pieces, for no men is ever stranger to love,
So love, while at it, wait to love, for what we seek is an excitement,
Like dawn wait the experience, no men is ever stranger to love,
Let your love be your dawn, so when down to it, the stranger you turn to for love, is your lover.
Basically I am lead, whose am I
Energized particles of energy
And if I embrace a tree
I'm engagement In energy
Spiraling from Heaven toward Earth
Like a lightning volt placed in the vessel
Define gravity group growth
Like a grappling hook suspended over the edge of a building engagement rains
I am light encased in the trees
Yet this vessel I not be
Graphite I am black comely I weave
Living energy I am
Who am I write what am I
A ? pencil wording words written messages
U C I wrote words I speak
I write my mouth speaks
My hand writes words, sentences
I am ? pencil "
11/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee (c)2024
Frequently she said of the other
who she compared
him to her
other
Asset based relationship
ought not include one or the other men
to know whats happening
Should one include
somethings that
is rude
and should the other dictate
for the other to either
ne-go or negate
it's all in the wording
that it is either excepted or rejected
most common then it's mentioned
as a point of reflection
then she schemed to meet him
must she scheme to keep him
to make so many people
involved: are these then to problemate
or problem resolve?
a concepts wording should
reflect...
the realization opposites
that...
some real-eyes-say-shun
stan sand
Summertime, summertime
And homemade vegetable soup
This is no place for fruity loops
Only foods from the garden that rhyme
Oh! Give us soup in the summertime
One writes tomatoes, another squash
Another corn with peppers by gosh
End with dessert a pie from lime
Summertime, summertime
Oh! Summertime
Shoestring budget on a dime
Carrots, potatoes, butter beans prime
Awesome soups, mighty fine
Cut some okra, dream a dream
Snap a few beans then just steam
Cook some cornbread, make a design
In that soup mixture, have some verse
Maybe a sonnet, where love comes first
A stormy day Haiku, and rain clouds burst
Maybe a clerihew somewhat terse
Maybe precise wording, in every line
Just the right noun, verb, or conjunction
To have it just blend in a junction
On soup write, then forever to it consign
With every wording of peak,
the knife strokes my cheek,
my mind is meek,
every interaction comes off reek,
the language I speak,
prefers to hide then seek,
,,Mhm?'' bored
,,uhhhh" suprised
,,tskkkk"
,,meh" sleepy
,,ooooh"
,,ahhhhh!!"
,,haaaaa" . Cried
,,hahaahahhaha"
,,ühühüh" amused
,,oah"
understandment
A word
Creates the
World anew..
Creating poles
Dancing to
Their own tune...
Religion
Spirituality
Are busy with
Various expressions
Of what cannot
Be expressed...
A melding
Of two religions
into one..
Syncretism..
Another wording
Arrives to express
What cannot be
Expressed...
Saying too much
Is what happens
When words are
Used to express
Nothing at all...
In the quiet of my mind, words dance and twirl
A fragile ballet of mere notions unfurled
I sit and ponder, pen in place just as planned
Ready to create, to incite, to command
Write a new poem, the voice whispers so low
Use wording, line breaks, and irony to show
The beauty of language, the power of verse
To capture emotions, to quench the raw thirst
I pause and consider the challenge at hand
To craft something new, something great, something grand
With freedom as my guide, I let my words flow
The rhythm and melody only I know
Line breaks like bated breath, creating suspense
Irony weaved in to keep the reader tense
I paint my canvas with thoughts, both dark and bright
With words wisely chosen each stanza takes flight
Here I am, in this moment of creation
A poet at work, in deep concentration
Scribbling haphazardly with passion and zeal
This world of my making where words make you feel
*I wrote this poem on January 30, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 30 and the prompt was: Write a poem about the magic of writing.
I am just simple
rhythm and rhyme I am not
complex words are not
poetry is life
refreshes mind and body
makes my brain think twice
just simple wording
no rhyme no rhythm are wrote
awe haiku -senryu
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