Analogy Alexandrine Poems

Memento on the moon, our demise that’s too soon—
since ancient moral laws, our reasoning had flaws.
The Ten Commandments bold, the wisdom of old told,
its light...

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Elina is my idol,
She didn't even need a title,
She rides a bus shuttle,
People think it is brittle,
Her fragile heart is in Seattle,
Where her home is...

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Frequent flyer miles use can help or abuse.
My son asked that we change and board another plane.
I told him, our passport, can't Havana airport
said he'll...

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Natural

I looked at the uncertain future across the anguished time,
while suffocating suffering held me in the devastating grip, 
and my bestowed heart was shattered by...

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Natural

Mary had a little lamb--followed where she ... go. Wherever she went, the lamb followed, but school, uh-uh--teacher said, "Just you Mary, no lamb in...

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Natural

I shared with fellow soupers, of their poems, showed superbly higher levels of reads caused by Google's Trending searches, on top where their search box...

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Natural

Amongst fineries, placed his book being displayed, and yonder aloft walls, enlarged excerpt involves eyes to indulge, a glimpse of expectant imprints that present a...

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Down in the lush valley, the river swiftly flows
I need to cross over, embrace the mountain, grow
On the other side, gold, hurry, swim across fast
At...

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Yond the Book of Judges, uncover the smudges,
Samson and or Shimshon, a Nazarite vowed, son,
Delilah deceptor, Philistia's daughter,
The lipstick was preying, weight lift also praying,
The...

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Poetry is like a motion
You see the junction
And the function
To ride the railroad
Till the end of the world...

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Let's just emote the dine!

Far to the North, we increase the enshrine, 
send our tails to the features-

Whale away with convenience,

And all the while-

No one...

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Egg of cold bone and stone ~ A chick of gnosis lives...

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Neared mayhem can follow.
Choices brought with sorrow.
Restoring us from graft.
We appear shaping past. 

We yearn most than we say.
Our minds and hearts will pay.
Running and squealed...

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My life faced tormenting time with future at stake,
writhed in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering,
my bequeathed heart splintered and bled in yearning ache, 
no...

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Having love is foreign
If there’s no forgiveness
True love is for always
There’s no doubts or time outs

8/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©...

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