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Dec 2012 · 761
Fling wide
Lee Janes Dec 2012
Fling wide, my Emily, the doors of the High Ones
And fill with garlands the temples of clouds
And the breathing entrails of beasts. Let not
This sad soul, in isolation, surround your altars;
Let fellow hearts over land beloved
Of gentle green and hilly region, dear to my heavenly god,
Raise them to your benignant *****. Let black
Envy get her fill, turning her malicious breast elsewhere.
Do we not all live under one sky?
It happened as I wandered idly at sunset
In spacious enclosure, for my lyre lay limp
With strings slack. No melody, no bird of song
Came comfortably to my bed; lay aside my lyre.
Small to the eye but huge to the sense,
Marvellous in measure, my vision fain to cry.
So mighty the deception that makes
The small figure large! Rejoicing from the heart,
With you at my gaze, I happily drink nectar!
Hurt without knowing and refrain I beg.
My wings fly, and loss for all time will be my wound.
Dec 2012 · 449
Emily, if you were mine
Lee Janes Dec 2012
Emily, if you were mine id fly you away
I'd forever kiss, caress, adore your heart, hear me pray;
I'd play the play that drove Byron's rhyming sway
I'd worship, and believe id worship, every word you'd say.
Lee Janes Dec 2012
Due care towards dismay'd vain,
Flattering smile of mine fake in disguise,
Humbled pledges gather love again,
Take leave, fly, depart happy my prize.

Song of Calliope soothe lo hearts disdain
O muse! O muse! ‘scribe my pain.

Guide my hand, produce scented rhyme for thee
I enquire divine, create a note for me.

Form sounds, ruffle the air, breathe my voice
Aurora's mysterious brown eyes condemn this choice.

This pain of joy, weaved deep, within an enchanting fairy,
Concocted potion, drunk from the lips, of my dove heavenly.
Dec 2012 · 784
Down my cheeks
Lee Janes Dec 2012
Down my cheeks, bitter tears incessantly rain
And my heart struggles with convulsive sighs.
However, when I see that gentle smile again;
That modest, sweet, and tender smile arise,
Lost in delight is all my torturing pain;
It pours on every sense a blest surprise.
Though well you read my heart and knew
How much I longed your charms to view.

While I concealed each tender thought;
Your face, with pity was sweetly shown.
Within that beauty, my fond mind sort
That love, which made your passion known.
Your sunny locks were seen caught short,
Nor smiled your eyes like a precious stone,
And behind a misunderstood cloud retired,
Those beauties, which I most admired.

My flows proper throne is that adorable face,
At times escorts her ‘mid the muses fair;
And so swells in me the fond desire apace,
As each, their beauty is than hers less rare.
So high and heavenward when my eyes do trace,
I say ‘my dove! In grateful memory you I'll bear'.
Yet unsung, sweet maid, your beauties should remain,
Pleasing, within my heart, as none shall ever please again.
Dec 2012 · 495
Brando
Lee Janes Dec 2012
Those hours of joy in which you raised our spirit
The homage you gave your love to our devoted merit

Bring back my memories of your lovely April prime
Happy your tail wagg'd to thy golden time.

Of your winter days I hope our kindness made them sweet
Your years with us, our family, believe my tears were our treat.

If now upon this day harden minds do still not believe
Perfect ceremony of truths of sadness ****'d death does weave

How, not only once, that worship you gave to us, in your merry way
Jan 3rd, a devout soul, companion'd friend, died in our hearts today.
Lee Janes Dec 2012
As with my now aged right hand, like myself,
Which, has passed two plus thirty years,
With an admiring eye, scribes on this very paper,
An unobserved marvel never witnessed.
So, my maid, once again with warmth come to me,
In front of this light, portray sweet grace,
For it is only with outstretched hands for your lips,
That I may relate this true wonder to thee,
And beg for your divine voice to guide my song;
Therefore, fly pleasure, through my words.

To sense Shame; bathing in your pumping blood,
Happily creating ripples with her feet,
Paddling in and around the heart, is no new flavour.
For many, she stirs waves of embarrassment,
Then it is for the many, I speak loud of my often guest;
Just like stars on high without yet names,
I arrive upon a view I feel I should have seen anon,
Commented on at least; sung about maybe.
For it is against evil Shame that I beg you bring arms,
My pure delight, tender maid; aid me true.

A new fallow rose, for sure, I've gazed upon as a child,
With its attire of a sweet kiss in the air;
The ever-blossomed rose I have attached to my love,
And passed on to many a dainty girl;
As death of the crimson flower gently floats its petals,
Withering to the ground, I confess; have seen.
However, one single rose, from bud through its prime,
Charging towards its fair scent-lost end,
Within Time itself, for it had barely blew its wind,
Shame holds me, ‘cause no; I've never seen.

Paradise of happiness in beholding the closed maroon shell,
Till bursting its petal like an exploded nebula,
From almost the sheer weight pulling its outer most parts,
Away from itself, barely remains on its stem.
Like this rose, my ***** grows similar to the scarlet flower,
Beginning to drink the breath of a new life,
Ready to, eager to bloom, for its time had not yet come,
Waiting of its own accord to spread its wings,
Stretching out petals and opening its beauty towards the light,
Heaving with fragrance over an allotted time.

And echoing this rose, when within its prime of days,
Wills wonderfully; the whole world to view,
As too the heart; growing from a bud to flowering true;
Not once does it wish to hold and remain quiet,
For a complete desire, bids to be cherished and gazed upon.
Alas, as rose and heart walk hand in hand,
They are either picked by a love, gifted and treasured,
Or like my rose here flow their course;
Just as the sun traverses many a time across its path,
Seas accept the cascading mouth of a river,
Slowly, although gleaming with life, outshines the full moon,
Sheds its warmth and undeniable beauty.

The unseen had now become seen, and with my vision;
Shout to pluck a rose whenever passed,
For it wants to be picked; and place an image in a heart,
And its aroma in the memory of love.
For to delay and admire, such as I idly did with mine;
To stare in awe as the hourglass ticks,
Without never realising; ruins and destroys the very ecstasy,
In which you stand with joy watching.
Imploring your help, I banish Shame savouring my blood.
With your song, you cheer to peck the rose,
The flush rose; and display for all the worth it contains;
The unimaginable love for what it is,
And the heart, and your passion will forever thank thee;
For I thank thee, for revealing me my love.
Dec 2012 · 566
As mother earth revolves
Lee Janes Dec 2012
As Mother Earth revolves,
As time immeasurable flows,
As the great Zephyr wind blows,
Until sheer beauty, delivers our souls.

Let man rest, forgive his wick'd ways,
Break, shatter'd sin, the air of Satan, seem his praise.
Let joy forever, cast its spell,
Till what we do, ends us eternal in hell.

Shine mighty orbs, feel ancient light of the past,
May my rhyme to you, warm the heart of your honour last.
Drink the blesséd wine, sip from his sacred cup,
The hour of desire, fiery dome above, have heavens always faced up?
Dec 2012 · 790
Again, hello
Lee Janes Dec 2012
Again, hello my smooth tender Suffolk maid,
What do you have there in your woven basket?
Would you like to listen to a dainty rhyme I made?
If with a lovin' pinch of salt I ask it?

I know you know, of course you know,
That I would walk with you where ever,
Plough through wind and rain even deep slushy snow,
My heart with warmth gives in any quite such weather.

To hold your gaze with sweet subtle words,
For you to answer with your so kind voice,
To walk your figure passed heifer own'd herds,
Talking together brings into being sunbeam rejoice.

To grasp your arm mild, to clench your hips tight,
Begging gentle kiss of mine to dazzle your cheeks rosy glow,
Never could scholars ink descript such a devout sight,
As to my song express'd could never, your beauty, show.
Dec 2012 · 1.0k
Around, the fiery source
Lee Janes Dec 2012
Around, the fiery source of life spins,
Once more, eradicating all the sins,
From the night which has come- then,
Gone; like a mothers warm hand, when
Plunged into water seemly to baptize
Away the sleep from her child’s eyes.
I turn as with the sun, toward the fable,
Mount Helicon, where many a label,
A measured beat, and a lovely tone,
Where many a doting poet came alone,
To catch sight of one of those sisters,
Bathing, singing and telling in whispers,
Of beauteous stories of ancient past,
Or offering inspiration to those who asked.
But those nine of the Lord of Thunder
I no longer seek blindly in wonder.
For my muse comes within my mind;
She with grace and, beauty hard to find,
Prances playfully in that sacred stream
Solely by herself, and radiates a gleam
Of tremendous visions, of happy scenes,
Of all the joys possessed within human beings,
And further, gifts wondrous coloured hue
To anything I wish to with leisure view.
Whether it be the trees swaying by the hedge,
If it be the roses growing around the ledge,
On some family home that know not I gaze;
Or even if those same winds which blaze
Upon the savage shores, wreak destruction,
Cause turmoil and tumult and deadly confusion;
I am able to speak in such tender lays,
For she presents them with her calming rays
Of ivy strokes, and of gentle meadows kiss,
For I eternally thank my delicate muse for this.

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