Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry

moonlit daze

sunkissed knights

wandering

spirit that dwells

spirit which longs

spirit who calls

for oneness, union

push and pull

toward home

light love laughter

living

beyond existing

evolving.

within me

a thought,

calling to the universe

the four loves

door and key

sun and moon

searching mysteries

to find

the solution

to the equation

muse, in all forms

queen

of the universe

all energy

flowing abundantly

through me

and all

i am.

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The _mourning

Not sure of the date

not because of

confusion or

lost mind

Just haven’t

focused on

time

or the passing, of it

Any one?

living?

in this current

age

(realizes)

things

are

somewhat

askew_

the days are

reflections.

of what we

manifest.

_within_

try to mask?

inside

_

Nature tells

no lies.

Weather

by natural order or

by humankind’s

folly!

Summer

short

brutal

turbulent

chaos roaming

#untethered

Winter

icy

@eternity

relentless

unforgiving

apathetic

These mournings*

lately

blank gray slates

sunless skies

moonless nights

no planets to align

bright boldness

of possibilities

seem fleeting

I think.

What have we?

done

Mother Nature

Father Time

flee from us

hurriedly,

Casting no glance

behind.x

 

Q. Lenise Lee

 

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Journal

Awakening

I needed to experience

The All

Wandering among stars,
hot summer,
late twilight.

Lost within

The chaos

Prayer, solitide

Roaming, heathen

Calling, seeking

divine powers

following trails,
seeking One.

Finally,

The Beacon

tiny diamond, in the night

Still there, ever hunting
restless, roaming

the call of the wild sounds

There is no answer back

Toward light, instead

Reflection,

Needed to
wander after the dusk.

Wanted to
scatter from the dawn.

Understand

WhyHowWhoWhat

Quick breath, lost thought, frenzied mind, untamed spirit

Am i.

I am.

Bound. Bonded.

Untethered. Freed.

Draw back

Reclaim

Awaken

Waiting. Wanting.

No longer willing
to submit

to fallen, sullen abandon

Hair out. Wild. Free.

Antenna up. Open, angled,

toward the cosmos

Today. I let go.

Surrender to the ether.

exhale,

draw peace.

Sound of rain. Roll of thunder. Beam of Sun. Shimmer of moon.

Balanced.

Ascended dreamer

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry

Today,

I rise

mood, spirit

mild, tempered

seeking, waiting.

I must initiate

evolution

change, ascension

rebalance.

Yet

in all things

I am still

wife, queen

calling to

husband, king

For moments

For touch

For love

For companionship,

memories will not fade,

bonds will not bend,

destiny will not be held.

 

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Into the Light, Journal

Show no fear

Finding Glory is not an easy task.

In truth, it is not a task in the strict sense of the word.

It is a journey, more like an experience,

overflowing with journeys within journeys.

I think a blessed soul, who is truly free, will have the opportunity

to experience many diverse lives and lifestyles

all at once.

They are within a flux of constant and grand evolution.

They are always experiencing the weight, the wonder, the phenomenon, the illumination

of Glory.

The Glow will be undeniable.

The Energy they attract immeasurable.

They will experience as much of Glory as can be understood and internalized within the limits of the fold of the experience we know as

Humanity.

The greatest of these travelers will realize this truth,

Some immediately,

Others over the course of an exciting, interesting, and unusual lifespan,

and will come to embrace this gift and this majesty.

Many are called, few are chosen.

And with that, I realize

Fear and the fear of myself,

My grand potential and purpose within Glory,

are my greatest mountains, my most formidable foes, my most intense struggles.

The solution is simple.

I must show no Fear.

I must only live in Light, Truth, Love.

These are the offspring of Glory, and

The promise that I keep, the secret that I guard, constantly

 

Q. Lenise Lee (forever rose, fleur-de-lis)

 

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Journal

I rise early

Because creation is within me, and I am part of creation.

My spirit is lifted with the sun, and calmed with the cresting of the moon.

I am.  Part of movement of essence that binds all life as one, pulsing being.

I rise early, so that I may set my thoughts on course.

Heal.  Mend.  Sow.  Illumunate.

What is to come.

I do not rise alone.

I am.  With the one, the all, the source that ebbs and flows within, without, over, under, through.

I rise early, to feel the power moving my breath with purpose.

Peace.  Love.  Laughter.

To accept, to bond, to share.

I rise early to set paths of vibrant currents, ever forward, ever onward.  Homeward, bound.

 

Copyright 2018, Lenise Lee Pbn.

Posted in Bad poetry

Imagine

I imagine you holding me

I imagine you wrapping me in a tender embrace

I imagine your lips, whispering against my ear

I imagine you pulling me close, squeezing me tight

I imagine you wiping away all my tears, dispelling all my fears

I imagine your mouth, pressed against mine..time fades away

I imagine you and I, never again apart

I imagine you tending to my heart

I imagine you giving me the greatest gift, to feel what love is really like

I..imagine..You

.

.

iamlenise:))

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry

Answering the Call

i have dreamed dreams

of moons rising

of suns setting

of worlds spinning, in reverse

around castles and mountains, laid waste

echoing cries

of gods and men, long-forgotten

heroes fallen

princes reborn

hearts pierced, yearning

rose petals scattered, waiting

to become whole

to sing

to surge

to soar

to touch the gates

of highest heaven

once more..

©iamlenise

Majestic Mountains. By NASA/JPL-Caltech/L. Allen (Harvard-Smithsonian CfA) via Wikimedia Commons

Posted in Bad poetry

Normalcy

I was.won’t.never.ever.will be

Needing everyone’s approval.

Ordinary. Simple. The Same.

Running with the pack.

Made to live an in-style life.

Always on the go.

Leaning on popular opinion.

~i was.am.always.will be lenise~

Mountaineering pictogram (2)

Posted in Bad poetry, Journal

Haunted

Tell me how to forget.

Tell me how to let go.

To make this go away.

Ease this burden.

Please tell me how to release this breath,

I have been holding deep within

For so long.

Frozen in time,

Deprived of air.

Tell me how much I need

To drown myself

In hopes

In dreams

In sorrows…

Endless words…

Before I can finally be free

Of this puzzling memory.

Just once.

Just this once…

Please…

Step out of my thoughts,

Fill this voided space

In the caverns of my heart —

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Journal

Dispelling the darkness

go or stay

stand or run

dream forever or be irrevocably awake

see all in one surreal, aching flash or shut out everything

cast a shadow or illuminate every creeping crevice

follow the path of the sun or become enchanted by the lullaby of the moon

keep quiet or shout, until the words echo back

ringing my ears

tossing off the cloak of despair

healing the blind eye

cleansing the marred heart

awakening the senses

sharpening the mind

preparing the soul

taking the breath

freeing the body

releasing the full force of destiny

Have I imagined all this, or

Have I just opened the door to reality

I know what I want to do

So why don’t I ever have the strength to do it

I feel the surge of infinite nature

The essence of a thousand glimmering suns

Racing through my veins

Yet the echo announces

Not yet

Steady yourself

Calm the storm

Lower the candle flame

The night is darker than it seems

Hide yourself behind me

Cloak yourself in the countenance of my wings

Shield yourself beneath my thoughts

Not because I despise your light

Because I want to protect it

Nurture it

Enhance it

Make it untouchable

From the reach of probing fingers

Which seek to extinguish it for always…

Posted in Bad poetry, Journal

i can’t stop

thinking about the future. hoping to forget the past. struggling through the now.

no matter what. my heart beats strong. my spirit pulses free. my mind journeys beyond the moment.

a runner. waiting for the perfect race. counting down the seconds. taking the pose. head bowed. knees arched. fingers pressed into the earth.

ready?

set?

the world crawls to an aching stillness.

all of creation fixes into perfect silence.

the pop hits the air

stay the course

keep focused

pound the dirt until every limb burns

win.

there is no other choice

i can’t stop

until i touch the void

step across the finish

bring down the boundaries

break the binds

see the eternal light

i am

victorious.

.

.

.

.

lenise

Olympic pictogram Athletics

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry, Journal

We Are

Suðuroy_rainbow2_wikicommons_ErikChristensen

Writers.

Lovers.

Humble.

Bold.

Inspired.

Invincible.

Powerful.

Hopeful Romantics.

United in a Quest.

For Truth. Grace. Perfect Passion. Revelations.

Waiting to be heard.

Wanting to be held.

Willing to take a chance.

Hoping to be embraced.  As we are.

Find what you Love.

Seek what you Live for.

And never let go.

*

Some will laugh.

Some will scoff.

Others will flash a green eye.

But we.

We know.

A brilliant and resilient New Dawn awaits.

Those who are brave enough.

To take One Step Forward.

Closer.

Toward the Magnificent.  Glorious.  Horizon.

*

*

Special thanks to.. ambitiouspoet and melanie jean juneau for blessing me with the Always There When I Need You Award.  And ANOTHER Round of Smiles and Hugs to The Nomadic Soliloquist for a new quintet of awards.

This is a late announcement, but the joy is still overflowing :~)

*

I can only think of one other person to extend this prize to.. tornadoday ..A wonderful and talented poetess.  Thank you, Dear Bobbi.  Your words truly inspire me.

*

iamlenise

Posted in Bad poetry, Journal

Seven lines of sorrow

I don’t understand why I can’t let go

I don’t understand why I continually lay this trap for myself

..To be loved..is all I have ever wanted..yet heartache and misery are what I find..

Why must I give my love to those who cannot spare me more than a fleeting moment..

..And those who love me unconditionally..I use to my own ends..

What is this great romance..that makes us weep with joy..and cry out in agony

…What is this mystery we call…love…

Posted in Bad poetry, Journal

The Heart That Trembles

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standing so far away

waiting for your eyes to see

but only a blank stare pierces me

please..don’t let the wall raised around my soul fail..me

please..don’t let me fall any deeper under the spell that is..you

my lips quiver

my pen drops

another love letter you’ll never read

another piece of myself i’ll never send

if only you knew how i silently call out to you

my heart trembles

steeling myself against your icy touch

awaiting a warm kiss i will never feel

fighting, for one more pulse of life

crying, for one last chance at love

~lenise~

Posted in Bad poetry, Journal

To Do List

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Write

Write til my fingers cramp

Write about everything

til the words live on their own

til I can feel my heart beat again

til the possibilities don’t scare me

til the veil is lifted

twilight gone

sun beams break free

.

Write

til I find what I’m looking for

til I understand what I’m living for

.

.

.

Just Write.

til I feel the kiss of forever

til I embrace what

Iam.

What..I will be.

What..I long for.

Love..so true

.

.

.

.

will i ever find you

.

.

.

~lenise~

v2

Posted in Bad poetry

When words just aren’t enough..

Cupid & Psyche 01

close your eyes

breathe deep

..

every heartbeat

every hope

pulses

within this

one moment

..

accept

the sweetest

embrace

taste

the perfect

kiss

..

the unbreakable bond

is sealed

..

rolling waves

of love

thundering echoes

of passion

herald the promises

of forever

~lenise~

Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry

Vitamin R -or- Use the Key

Miller_Place_Beach_at_Dawn;_Red_Sky (1)

what did i miss?

what word – phrase – pause – did i miss?

that would make everything – me – make sense.

pause

i’ve heard this – before – where?

why didn’t i notice – pause – then?

turn it off – pause – or turn it up?

shake off the deep – sleep –  pause

or fall further?

touch – the mirror – step through?

in the end (or the beginning)

I will be, what I will be.

dusk – or – pause – dawn?

invisible – to some.

mystery – to others.

never quite what I – am

ever imagined

all

would become – pause

closure

Posted in Bad poetry

Divine

Remember the kiss, promises sealed in forever

Harsh winds, steer thoughts astray

But the heart always returns

to what it knows, to be

right and true

Pure

leaves bud on awakening limbs

Eternal

twilight dipped in lavender shade

Blazing

silver trails along a golden dawn

You, seeker

I, wanderer

You, sun

I, moon

You, love

I, in love

Always

words on a page

lives in a song

Let the moment wash over, like a quiet summer rain

Soar to heights, beyond the rapture

A touch of sunlight

grazing upon full lips

softer than a lover’s kiss

Feel

the pull

of destiny

*(^-^)*

Posted in Bad poetry, Journal

More

You are the more I have been searching for

You are the laughter hiding in my heart,

the kisses yet to touch my lips.

Embers of love so sweetly burn

Sparks of creation pour through the rivers flowing within

I ask to feel your loving touch upon my soul

Subtle change in the wind,

gentle turning of the breeze

Immortality trapped within the mortal

awaiting the sweet songs of freedom,

the embrace of forever

~Lenise~

©2013  Lenise Lee Pubn.

Posted in Bad poetry

A woman after your heart

I am a woman after Your Heart

Because of this, I have no fear

My life is bold yet humble

Peace is my constant companion

Trust, my triumphant joy

Love, the bond eternal

I see my brothers riding upon the clouds

Hear my sisters whispering in the winds

Feel the heartbeat of creation

Receive echoes of eternity

I am a woman after Your Heart

My soul was never my own.

~Lenise~

©2013  Lenise Lee Pubn.

Posted in Bad poetry

Thoughts of You

Thoughts of you

keep my pen poised

to narrate a literary symphony

on pages in the eternal notebook

clutched close to my heart

¨

Thoughts of you

move my soul

toward heavenly heights

inspire my lips to confess

whispered words of love

stir memories of a last embrace

gentle kisses

softer than the streak of a teardrop

cascading down a warm cheek

¨

Thoughts of you

revive hope

dispel doubt

bring me to life, once more..LL♥

¨

Text ©2012 Lenise Lee Pubn.  All Rights Reserved.
Posted in Bad poetry, Fiction

Oracle

Shimmering eyes flutter open, as a golden dawn caresses golden skin

Arising mightier than the phoenix
Heartbeat burning brighter than the pulsing orbs of the Pleiades

Curious infatuation draws a timid soul..ever onward..

Across sparkling moonbeams swimming over the midnight ocean
Lifted upon the icy tail of a comet surnamed joy
Passing the eternal etching of Perseus, guarding Andromeda with endless, vigilant devotion
Pausing to admire the silvery sketch of Theseus, embracing Phaedra for all time

Foretelling hope
Heralding peace
Unbound love

Ever onward, beyond the limits of infinite twilight
Journeying toward the spiraling edge of a spinning milky way

I open my eyes for the very first time, as the golden dawn caresses my golden skin..LL♥

Text Copyright 2012 Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved.


Posted in Bad poetry

Te Amo

Te amo

porque tú eres mi cielo perfecto

yo te sigo

como mi amanecer infinite

yo te adoro

más que la luna adora el sol

te amo

ahora

hasta el fin de mi mundo

~♥~

I love you

because you are my perfect sky

I follow you

as my infinite dawn

I adore you

more than the moon adores the sun

I love you

now

until the end of my world

~♥~

Love is beautiful in any and all languages
Share it more often..Receive it more often
Text ©2012 LL
*Please excuse my humble translation

Posted in Bad poetry

Twilight dream

Under blinking stars

beneath the twilight sky

we shared a chance meeting

you and I

Shy smiles passed

between strolling strangers

Hopeful eyes wondering

had fate finally been kind

Seeking souls

silently praying

destiny would bind them

within this moment

forever

Awkward hello’s

fumbled greetings

mark the beginning

of cherished friendship

Secret dreams shared

Suddenly

no longer fearful

to believe

love can be true

even at first sight

Pulses quicken

at thoughts

of how kisses

would taste

upon nervous lips

Goodnight

yet not for always

Under blinking stars

beneath the twilight sky

we shared a chance meeting

you and I

The sacred moment

when two hearts beat

again

as one..

LL♥

v2 2013
Posted in Bad poetry

Duality

never again

restlessly isolated, safe from love’s cruel folly…

living in chilly seclusion, dying for a warm touch

climbing the peak of abysmal despair, falling into an embrace of luminous peace

utterly weak from reaching, infinitely strong by letting go

always giving too much of self, never sharing nearly enough of me

heartbeat pushed toward fading, tender caresses mend a wounded pulse

…anxiously anticipating being lured out, overpowered by devastating delights

once more

Posted in Bad poetry

Flame

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Like a moth drawn to a sizzling flame…Can I ever be free of him?…Unquenchable allure…in those deceptive promises of forever…What is it about you…that refuses to release me…from the spell of roguish blue eyes and soft rosy pink lips…that I want to forget…to taste in a spiraling kiss…all in the same breath…that tempt me continually as they drip with greedy need for my gentle curves…hunger for my butterscotch skin…Escape…then recapture…a seemingly endless cycle of wanting you desperately…running from your dangerous charm…circling round to wanting you with a renewed, forbidden passion…again…Let me go…take me back…Forgetting you…calling you close once more…Too much…Its always too much when our lives collide together in a blinding, infernal spark…secrets confessions from fingertips…so no one else will hear our weakness…I love you…I hate you…I love you more, he says…two hearts confessing undeniable obsession with our intoxicating, erotic…strangely blissful…misery…loves company…Never read this…Never see these words…Never know how much I crave you…to touch your consuming flame…to feel the sting of wretched desire…one last time…Like a curious, timid moth drawn to an inferno of dripping wet delights…Let me go, I whimper…take me back, he whispers…Love you…hate me…

©2012 Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved.

Posted in Bad poetry

Falling

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Was I wrong to trust you completely?

Joy is quickly fading

dimming into a faint whisper…almost gone

Was I wrong to abandon my dreams in pursuit of you?

Promises of forever dwindling

so far out of reach now…nearly invisible

Was I wrong to think I would possess your heart like no other before me?

Drained of sparks of hope

waiting for an embrace…never to arrive

Was I wrong to believe you to be my truest love?

If so, tell me please

No more blowing in a dry, aimless wind

slowly

coming

undone

 

©2012 Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved.

 

Posted in Bad poetry

The In Between (version two)

In between

Where words will not come
Where shadows roam near
Where warmth of light is a dwindling, faint memory

 

After I touched the sky

After I crashed below

After I realized there is nowhere else for my thoughts to flow, only here

In between I had to undress, to discard who I once was

 

I am the Dreamer

 

The flame in my heart is flickering to renewed life

Across limitless oceans of midnight space, flares of desire spiral into eternity

Ever onward

Shades of creation, richly irradiant, answer my beacon, illuminate my spirit

Forever Here

Image

Photo and Text ©2012 Lenise Lee Pubn.  All Rights Reserved.