Night of the living song
Sings forth melodies long
Deeply called unto persistency
Lone, a alone alas sadden heart religiously
Cries aloud sadden purposeful sorrows paths
Not allowing the sun to go down while in a wrath
LIVING SONG emotions long sun to go DOWN on my WRATH-
8/27/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
I heard the hollowness that this heart hithers ~
but to tame my tears, must I trust the twilight
that ripped me in tremors and toxic tales,
the titanium lightning that traded me thirsty,
like the thunder that cuts across the ribbed sky?
these tantalizing trembles of Thor have left me,
wilting in memories, where moon rests in malice
and the monsoon maiden murmurs in wrath,
unspoken within roars of wallflower leopards ~
who ink me, laced with tiger-lilies and lethal lies.
I ache for you, stretched across sun sighs,
a bereaved goddess of thunderstorms,
vows to sear within silver streaks of solace
stripped of silk and sacrifice,in rust-skin revolt,
seething a smile across slaughtered stars,
and be the Bronté light in brooding blindness,
that cunning cyans cease to code and conceal,
I am the feminine glitch of golden gloom ~
perfumed with mercuric petals that echo rain,
in the restless release of reverent renaissance...
A person in the public eye,
When subject of a joke,
Has every right to mope or cry
About the one who spoke.
Yet we’re still a democracy,
Though maybe not much longer,
And things we thought we’d never see
Are here and getting stronger.
The freedom that we have to speak
And criticize or sneer at
Applies to even those so weak
Their enemies they JEER AT!
The ALL-CAPS ranting’s not enough –
The claws must dig in deeper
To prove to all that he’s so tough
Revenge will cut much steeper.
And so the toadies and the Court
Will seek some retribution
As ABC might cut things short
In hopes of absolution.
It’s bad enough when words are hurled
From One-I Will-Not-Mention
But now, with wifely wrath unfurled,
There’s double the attention.
When biting winds assail the barren plain,
And icy tempests howl through leafless trees,
The earth is shackled by cold winter’s reign,
Its frozen grip refuses warmth or ease.
The pallid sun doth trek a shortened sky,
And pale as ghosts, the meadows lost their hue;
Sharp frost adorns each branch where blossoms die,
While silent fields are veiled in silver blue.
Yet in this cruel and furious hour,
A beauty lurks within the storm’s embrace;
The crystal world gleams with secret power,
And stillness settles over every place.
So though fierce winter’s wrath may seem unkind,
Its icy art leaves wonder in our mind.
If only fate could allow me death ,
I could forever be grateful,
If only destiny would cut me loose ,
I wouldn't wonder again.
If only death was a stone throw away ,
I could pay a visit without turmoil,
If only I had known ,
I would have never existed!
I dance with flames ,
I sing with claims,
So big you become a venture ,
A truth sorted beyond reach .
Come to me gentle love ,
Come to dear hope ,
Kiss me not so long ,
Death I wish for ,you are my sunshine.
If only tears would let me see ,
If only guilt would let me act ,
If only the past would let me live ,
I would be with you dear death .
Tell me a soothing warning,
Shout at me a command to follow ,
I can't leave kissing ashes without that fire ,
Burn away the tiring joy .
Is it not tears I look forward to ?
Death,is it not the burning I long for ?
Is it not the curse I want ?
Take pride in my torture,
My body is a template ,
A canvas written with a bleeding scalpel,
Kill me but let me fall onto your hands .
who is the mouthpiece? the employees ask each other.
most of them are fearful of the boss’s wrath.
no one is willing to speak up
although they will holler their disdain in the lunchroom
Am I destined to walk this path
To feel God's wrath
Forgotten and forsaken
It has left me quite shaken
But nobody gives a damn
That I'm just a lost lamb
Loved one's eyes tainted with lies
I surmise I despise the infernal flies
Breaking mirrors so I can't face me
I stumble on shards of glass as I flee
Words are lies as soon as spoken
Leaving my soul tormented and broken
Because nobody gives a damn
That I'm just a lost lamb
It has has left me quite shaken
Forgotten and forsaken
Perhaps it's because for these sins I can't atone
That God has chosen to leave me all alone
She is a nightmare,
she is the shadow that follows you on a sunny day
She is the monster under the bed your parents told you didn’t exist
She is the clouds that cover the night sky
She is the depths of the mountain no one dares to climb
She is the aura of the world
Everyone is a victim of her
Although some more gruesome than others
She can overcome you and possess you to obey her
She can attack you through the people you hold close
she always wins,
You can try to manage her
You can try to suppress her
But in the end she will not stop
Until she triumphs
She will make you cry
She rejoices in your pain
She will cause you hurt for as long as she can
As if a deadly disease
She never truly leaves you
Until the day you die
Some say the muscles that cause a frown,
Number the Seventy-Five in this here Sasol town;
To twinkle and beam needs a trio-think o' that!
Which heavy load weighs on spirit down?
You carry WRATH,that deadly sin,I swear,
A heavy burden upon your face to bear;
Your PRIDE prevents a buddy from giving aid,
You let that ANGER fester in the air.
ENVY of others' calm a deeper rut does dig,
You nurture tempers that are all too big;
While GLUTTONY of rage and bitter thoughts,
Makes of your soul a withered,broken twig.
Oh, seek ,seek a true friend's ear,a loyal kinsman's hand,
A professional,and pay him, who helps to understand
The bitter fire that rages in your heart,
Before the moody blues lays waste your peaceful land.
For though the SLOTH of seeking help seems grand,
The cost is great,not easy to withstand;
A lighter load with just a smile is found
Than Seventy-Five by raging anger manned.
Lightning of wrath strikes—
Kindling the withered mind,
Ego ignited.
They conspire to trigger my ideas best.
Blissful assurance as the gold orb surmise.
Through form and structure they deliver my taste
and await to see how time might surprise.
Sweet is the symphony that promises bring
Life in time forces pleasure and pain to ring .
Heavenly rains set concrete glass panes to tune
Of an unknown past, in Memory’s plume.
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Withering with time it dries---fragments of dying passion.
Tears froth falsehood, shattered trust reflect ugly burns.
Love grows cold, and anger spikes shades in fashion
Spirit suffers promises in earthern urns!
What fever can escalate the throbbing pain?
What ecstasy colour gratitude’s disdain?
Seething wrath flooding Serenity’s chest
Drugged hopelessness is then set to rest.
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For whom the bell tolls
I stumbled across
A stumbling block
Five Stolpersteiene
Where a family used to live
Surname Jaffe
Made me think about
Think about those
Those the bells didn’t toll for
Made me think
Think about them
Them the bells doesn’t toll for
Them the bells doesn’t ring for
Made me think about
Wrath
A deadly sin
Made me think about
Numbers too big to
Imagine
Made me think about
Wrath
Now and then
Made me think about
Unnamed
Stones
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A gossamer shroud drapes the old lych-gate
I’d hopes it would vanish, alas it’s too late
A ghostly poet rises from her earthly grave
I’m grief-stricken, why can’t people behave?
Posting copied works seeking notoriety
A playground for Dead Poets Society
Stealing poems leaves me groaning
Write your own words, it'll stop me moaning!
I loathe seeing work that has been taken
Why do folk do it, it’s just Godforsaken!
I'm fed up of reading lots of work by AI
Yet poets post it, then vehemently deny
Please pick up your pen, use your brain to write
Pretending that it's your work just isn’t right!
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of autumn's wrath
endless floods arise
coal-black clouds ease pangs of birth ~
dreams are swept away
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