FORESHADOWED PICTORIALS
purifying
sensory
illusions
of
inner
necessity
accepting
reformulated
motifs
in
tender
playful
earnestness
impulses
to
obligate
contradictory
persona
surrounded
by
anythings
& everythings
It's not right and it's not fair when your partner
Has an affair.
You go though life thinking all is fine because
Your the last one to see the sign.
Everyone knows what's going on but you don't think
Anythings wrong.
Getting dressed up to go down the street
Not really sure who they are going to meet
Talking in secret on the phone
Telling someone thay are not alone.
A dirty secret they must keep
Scared of talking in their sleep.
But when you find out its to late
They have packed a bag and walk out the gate.
So please be vigilant and beware
They don't need a reason to start an
Affair.....
The Scottish climate is something else
there's a coldness that bites within
one needs well wrapped up outside
protect your inner soul so not to sin
Its renowned climate here in Scotland
with so much rainfall through the year
one never knows what the forecast says
anythings possible when rain does hear
There is a force that comes through
the hills and mountains of Scotland
these winds can be so very strong
really blows victor over many a hand
On the North coastlines full force
both east and west can tear life apart
winds come in off the turbulent waves
at such force, many point them as art
In the spring/summer times its not all bad
it can be so lovely with a little sunshine
these times can be few among the rest
all these tests you so how is your spine?
(This is written about the weather in Scotland.)
A kind and loving person, having showing, proceeding benevolence: kind words.
To be Christ like their a
Christian
indulgent, considerate, helpful toward humane animals.
good-hearted, tender, caring disposition
To be Christ like their a
Christian
Rebuking the devourer calling the father of lies a liar
To be Christ like their a
Christian
Obliging, unselfish, altruistic, good, cooperative
Affectionate, loving, warm, gentle, mellow, mild and considerate
Selfless feelings shared for all humanity
To be Christ like their a
Christian
Affectionate, loving, warm, gentle, mellow, mild.
Considerate, helpful, thoughtful accommodating attentive kind.
To be forgiving of all and anythings…
Gentle and mild
To be Christ like their a
Christian
3/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
What Wasted Wastes!
Wasted debates
Wasted dialogues
Wasted breathes
Wasted efforts
Wasted energies
Wasted times
Wasted days
Wasted weeks
Wasted months
Wasted years
Wasted lifetimes
Wasted knowledges
Wasted secrets
Wasted powers
Wasted egos
Wasted loves
Wasted emotions
Wasted existences
Wasted pleasures
Wasted pains
Wasted pleasurable-pains
Wasted gains
Wasted seeds
Wasted ideas
Wasted beliefs
Wasted facts
Wasted fictions
Wasted thoughts
Wasted minds
Wasted actions
Wasted words
Wasted poems
Wasted proses
Wasted poetic-proses
Wasted spoken words
Wasted literatures
Wasted artworks
Wasted philosophies
Wasted books
Wasted injustices
Wasted justices
Wasted priniciples
Wasted ethics
Wasted values
Wasted morals
Wasted proofs
Wasted evidences
Wasted sciences
Wasted religions
Wasted myths
Wasted fairly tales
Wasted fables
Wasted legends
Wasted histories
Wasted everythings
Wasted anythings
Wasted nothings
Wasted waste we are
Or are we not wasted waste?
are we not wasted nothings?
Germaphobe.
Cleanliness of my home is a sure must
because I'm a germaphobe full of fear
can not cope with any dirt, any dust
afraid of that stuff from anythings rear,
stay indoors alone when high wind doth gust
washing hands testing soap is my career,
stay very clean all the time, I’ve no trust
no grime, dirt or filth, windows clean and clear
I must clean the toilet ten times a day
also bath, shower, walls and every floor
Constantly washed my hair so now it's grey
I can't touch handles on any strange door,
this quirky behaviour rules my whole life
to me it's an illness not just an obsession
creating problems especially for my wife
saintly attitude towards my indiscretion.
2/6/2018
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I’m painting pretty
There are things you don’t know
So don’t give me pity
For facing my foe
A bright streak on white paper
Whiter than snow
Pretty poison vapor
But how would you know?
There are things people hide
Covered up with smiles
But the truth that’s inside
Is indifferent to changed styles
I’m painting pretty prints
Of ugly things
And though I drop hints
You see empty anythings
My friend, I warn you not to trust
A pretty painting
For it may display disgust
When the weather looks least like raining
Entry level
Just a beginner
Made a mistake
Was deemed a sinner
Blue cloud in a red sky
Offset from the rest
Light heart and a clear head
Weight off the chest
Thought she owned it all
When she blossomed into a flower
No responsibility
But wanted all the power
Wisdom with age
Overseeing the past
Should have enjoyed more
Life moved too fast
Storybook ending
Isn't realistic
Anythings possible
It pays to be optimistic
stepping forward out from the past,
each day something new my heart must grasp,
please give me opportunities that i can share,
and give me the strength to always be there,
with loving arms to reach out in need,
so i may guide and sow to plant your seeds,
while i am weak, you are always strong,
even when i can't feel you, i know your not gone,
guiding my steps, removing my obstacles,
with you, Lord, i know that anythings possible,
your powerful words, your warm embrace,
your unfailing love, your infinite grace,
the valley may be deep, while the mountains look so high,
but i will look straight ahead, for it's towards you that i climb,
big steps or small steps, the size doesn't matter,
as long as your with me, as long as we're together
Temporary release,
Lover’s weary empire,
Anything to make the void subside for one more second,
Temporary relief,
Smiles turn to dust,
Anything to escape the past for one more minute,
Temporary freedom,
Light, covered by thick smoke,
Anything to prolong the mess,
All the anything’s get less and less,
Temporary life,
We are all just passing through,
Anythings lead to nothings,
if your something is not the TRUTH.
By: Sabina Nicole
Anythings everything that's what I've got
Everythings anything I'm sure is it not?
If anythings everything what can be bad?
It has to be better than whatever we had!
Why is every, part of today?
What is an ... any.......anyway?
Does everything matter if not for now?
What and if and why and how?
blah blah blah blah
Believe!
The sun is setting in the east!
I see it!
Impossible!
But it’s shining bright!
Anythings possible!
You make the rules
Because you are alive!
Throw away your I phone!
Lift your head!
Look at the world!
You are alive!
Talk to the universe!
My name is peanut and my best friend's name is Butter.
We fly through the air with our wings that flutter.
We're covered in feathers of all different shades.
Blue,pink,green and yellow our colors never fade.
Our nest is built with pieces of cloth,twigs and sticks.
It's a place were we sleep so it has to be built thick.
We're never hungry there's always something to eat.
There's worms,bugs,bird seed anythings a treat.
We do alright except when it rains.
We get all wet cause our nest has no drain.
This is another poemory of mine.
Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet 8/30/09
if i could
make you happy
just by waving my hand
it would be the least of things
i hope you understand
but i prefer something greater
like swiming across the sea
or climb the highest mountian
just so you could see me
like a child says "mommy watch"
just pretend that's me
i'd dig a hole to china
with you watching me
and when it comes to taming lions
anythings worth a try
i'd do it in a second
if i knew i'd catch your eye
i'd cross the Gobi Desert
if you were on the other side
walk from here to Tim Buc too
if that is where you hide
i'd dive into the Baltic sea
if you were in a submarine
and tap on the hatch my code
to let you know where ever you go
i won't be far behind
so when it comes to making you happy
that's nothing to me
i could think of a lot of things
but i think i'll start
by waving my hand
So innocent looking,
I wear your heart
On my bracies.
For the town to see and to know,
You could have been mine,
If I wanted.
You could have been here.
If it wasn't for the best,
Then why did you go?
I need to know.
I had a crush on you,
But I couldn't let you know.
I wouldn't have it spoil my plans.
But now, I'd give it all away,
Just to have you stay.
If you'd promise..
Promise me, promise me,
Promise me this:
Trust and loyalty,
Secret virginity.
A sea full of anythings,
All for protecting me.
Shoot down our enemies.
Holding out for specialities.
Spoiling for uncertainties.
Love for eternity.
Free me,
Free me.
~Written in 2005 (Monday, 31st, January) when I was sixteen.
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