What you are to me is beautiful, you captivate my heart with one glance of your eyes...My soul thirsts for you who's love is so true , my beautiful bride I tell no lies... what you are to me is Everything, in the world I love so much... your lips are like Lilly's dripping honey, with every sweet kiss I taste your touch... what you are to me is laughter when I'm sour as a lemon...you still make my heart flutter, there will never be another, your the most beautiful among all women... what you are to me is Home, cause you sustain me when you're near...I just think about you when I'm feeling blue, my love I just wish you were here...So baby that's what you are to me, your every little part of me... my mind and heart with every artery....Baby you shine like the stars to me..Also my beautiful bride, THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE TO ME!
I am a self-portrait
portraying myself & second self
though, I am just of one flesh
one mind and soul,
I've expressions
of two psyches, dualities
two distinctive women
of two heritages
Didymous are the
liking's of Castor & Pollux
deluxe in statuesque, in alabaster
we are spiritual twinship
thunder & lighting, two-fold
from left to right,
in Victorian elegance
a wedding gown
On the right of me,
in Tehuana frock, fabulosa
I arose from the overworld
one of Northern celestial
the other southernmost
we are twins separately
by surgical pincers, bleeding hearts
as crimson seeps onto white cotton
it stains with the past & present pains
we share one main artery
torn up, broken down
yet are countries apart
with hands clasped
together, we are Gemini
There is a monster in my bed and I let him in. I supplied the pillow to rest. His quiet wickedness I don't address. As he fondles my body while I lay still undressed. I don’t reciprocate his love or affection and he won’t allow me to stop it or reject it. That must be his thrill. Just begging for me to pet it. Like a dog. I like dogs. They don’t force me to love them. They just are. He has a darkness beneath the face, beyond the freckles and scars. He stays inside until he thinks you bought the bit that he is a chivalrous guy, but he has secrets to hide. As sweet and willing as he seems he is holding two sharp blades to your carotid artery. In plain sight but you choose not to see. You let the darkness in because a part of you believes you too are a dark fruit fallen from the forbidden tree. Another lying message you allowed your brain to receive. You are more than an object of affection, you are deserving. Sometimes we have to burn it all down to start anew. A cleansing of the medial prefrontal cortex erasing desires previously initiated for a few as I currently have a monster in my bed and I am the one who invited him in.
Who is that baby angel with a bow
Shooting arrows to and fro
Stinging men and women in the arm
Introducing them to luck and charm?
Love is definitely in the air
Look at Cupid flying there!
Heaven’s curio missing the archery
Cupid to sting not an artery!
Quick! Quick! Sound the alarm!
Fly and search the fields and barn!
Cupid’s missing and at large!
Meddling, striking, and free to barge!
Citizens from everywhere
Be vigilant and be aware
Cupid’s a baby – What does he know
About striking perfect mates with his arrows and bow
Sometimes mis-matching couples to and fro!
Baby Angel flying O so loose
Cupid’s on re-call makes the news!
Alas! Cupid has been caught grazing the meadows
There among the blooming wild flower pedals!
Sentenced to 5 more years of wearing “Huggie” Diapers
Awe, Cupid cries - Get the wipers!
The razor in my hand
Easily is sinking in,
Going deeper and deeper,
Slicing through my skin.
As my body begins to open,
My blood begins to flow,
It's running out of me,
A puddle starts to grow.
The pain, it is intense,
It's making me want to rush.
Finally, there's the artery,
The blood begins to gush.
The job's done, I'm waiting
For my life to leave.
Never again will I
Be made to grieve.
My sizzling heart failing around the clock
No light colliding with the dark to spark
But essence dying passively through the dim
Dream's wall burning by the fire of terror
In a second, a sharp arrow infiltrates the soul
And silently overflowing blood around its artery.
Nothing emerged than an insane time,
Everything not set as materialised
There are volatile inheritance bloodstreams
Follows to end up with a quiet destination.
What a life ushers for nought...
No, no satiety to purify the lure in life.
Look at the moon shaded by a cloud
A hard rocky cloud
Cosmos horizon...
Never has it appeared over the sky
Even ancient times have yet to happen.
A silent mourning overthrows the time
A path continues to the graveyard
And I found a frosted body lying
cuddled with dreams.
A scamp life left behind the snag...
A presence of fervent destiny, a final milestone!
Listen to the silence,
before the sip of this brewed potion,
an enticing concoction,
Do you hear the harvest ,
The songs oozing from the volcanic sandy loam,
perspiring earthy herbs that graciously glow,
sprinkling notes of the sweetest flowers,
the heavenly dark red golden lake that awaits,
in the ark of this marble mint mug,
For a minute, the rich roast takes hold on to these lungs,
Pulverizing every weight that rests on my ribs,
Singing songs of spring to my winter brain,
Have I been too needy,
for the touch of coffee to run down my throat,
hoping it would wipe away every artery clogging my heart,
Maybe I yearn for these beans way too much,
Or are they simple my subconscious crutch.
We can't run from who we are
Our destiny's chooses us before life
Time just a moment of existence
Or does it really exist time itself
The time past never to get back
Or what time does one seriously have
Death be certain, life isn't; even young die early
Our souls we live everyday survival
The heart, the main artery to breathe
The instinct of emotion known from where
Love of a being even from its depths_
Darkness seeks fulfillment of enthusiastic belief
Seeing a world before our eyes journey leads
They following God,if you believe what you read
The kindness to one another they cry
Or their own selfish acts of humanity greed
No color but red we all bleed the same
We seek love for the other, freedom from man
Even ourselves we shed away from truth
But truth set's you free in yourself
Destiny's Chosen, elite group chosen people
A deception to the mind we fall weak
Loosing true sight in all we feel we believe
Even in I my standards fall short of glory
But only in me can I find the peace
The one to bring love, Destiny's Chosen
A being,a heart, extraordinary light unforeseen
Growing tensions
bleed
strikes and blocks
of bitter pieces on the inside
City lights, city lights –
Look at all the city lights!
Some are red, some are blue –
Some light up a roof –
Such are our summer nights.
A therapeutic wind blows
As I dare to look below
At the freeway steadily
Moving as an artery
By the bright headlight glow.
From such a great height
In the lateness of the night –
A thrill to my young heart
I feel before we must part.
What wondrous city lights!
My entire being is seething sore now, set ablaze.
Nothing can abate the anger, it's fury erase.
Rage flows ferocious in every artery and vein.
My fists clenched, do tremble, my muscles strained, ache in pain.
How did you think I would react when you dropped your bombshell?
That I'd sigh, take a deep breath, and pretend all is well?
Forgive, forget the hurt and pain you knew it would bring?
Assuming seething would be a fleeting feeble sting?
No, I cannot forgive, forget this seething feeling.
As I'm burnt out, ashes charred to dirt and dust grieving.
She ran up his spine,
he turned to water.
A geyser of light spurted out of an artery
of unrecognizable thoughts
that tunneled him into her.
He was being opened up;
he began to look around
see only the him/her
of everywhere.
He felt like
an empty can of Spam.
He loved Spam,
it was a cosmic kind of love
that came in many flavors.
Down the roads of pride
The street of greed
The path of wrath
The avenue of Envy
Transport causeway on the thruway
I'll pass the corridor of by pass on the superhigh
In the alleyway parkway of lust
Boulevard route artery thruway pass gluttony
Overfull interstate dual carriageway secondary road laneway
Run over by my expressway
I need deliverance
A second chance to drive
I'll meditate on you God
Stay on your pathway
Deny ungodliness cultivate you good be transparent
I shall renew retake my driver's test
I confession been misleading
Racing away slowly impeding my blessings
Now REPENTIVE, turned around learnt my lesson
I've stopped driving left, now I'm driving right
Off the Road of Pride
4/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
flap jack
make a stack
hot dogs
covered logs
bangers and mash
make a dash
beaver tails
fill your sails
sex in a pan
better than
pig in a blanket
breakfast banquet
bubble and squeak
treat your cheek
devils on horseback
artery plaque
angels on horseback
aphrodisiac
Imam fainted
heavenly sainted
Rocky Mountain (prairie) oyster
boisterous roister
shoefly pie
my oh my
stinking bishop
dish it up
In the same month,
my husband had
two close encounters
with death.
First, a stray bullet
that landed a few inches
from where he was.
What are the odds!
Then a week later,
He had a small stroke.
It forces him to undergo
a carotid artery surgery.
Waiting for the surgery,
made us a bit anxious.
It was a good sign, to know
he had escaped death weeks before.
A period of profound teachings.
Trusting in “God-Universe”
Made the whole process easier.
We went with the flow.
He is recuperating now.
We are humbler.
Appreciate each other more.
Grateful with doctors,
nurses, family,
life in general...
Death was near.
Offering us another perspective.
The adventure of being alive.
Life never ceases to amaze us.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.