Best Absents Poems
to lose yourself in poetry
in image vibrant reverently
responsibility absents thee
thoughts sprout wings
~ magically
August 31, 2020
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I am intoxicated by the process of the human heart And how it attaches it's self to one memory and not another And how it instinctively knows what the mind must learn The heart must move between dimensions Without questioning the absents of space and time While the mind depends on memory banks and index cards The heart is a fearless thing That knows love is the answer to most of our questions If not all of them And love the heart knows is the corner stone of all our accomplishments The Grand Emotion that makes life worth living
You are like POKAEMON,
though you seem like DORAEMON,
you are as dark as batman,
too bad i'm more into SPIDERMAN,
you may be in love with CINDERELLA,
i don't care coz i'm THUMBELINA,
your ears reminds me as MICKEY,
will you accept me as your MINNEY,
I know you love to wear boxer,
I too know you are not as smart as DEXTER,
u may love the rap of PDD,
but you can never dance like PINK DIDDY,
I will never want to see you sob,
i will soak like SPONGE BOB,
without you i don't know what i'll do,
like they say "where are you,SCOOBY DOO!?",
In your absents my heart'll shatter,
you creep through the night like PINK PANTHER,
you are as macho as ARNOLD,
but your voice reminds me of DONALD,
I'll always love you till the end of my life,
but i'd rather be HARRY POTTER's wife. . . .
Love …
The power of power rests in her hands
She syndicates two together to generate voluminous.
She is so-called pressure by others for imperceptible she is, but then vintages prominence
A thin stripe divorces her from abhorrence but she outshines him
Her implication is just an approximating of salt, noted in absents
You never would make it without her in the course of the journey
She makes hard paths soft and easy to manoeuvre
The lone endorser of darlingness, understanding, and obedience in men.
Who would make it deprived of her? Even the Royals and Potentates needs her.
She is the treasures of life and the motive for living which brands living, living.
Schools, churches and homes and associates make her their goddess
The integrations of humans typically consequences due to her and in her absents wouldn’t amalgamations decease?
Hate her and lust, hate, envy then see if even a dog needs you.
Those who hates her are swim the pools of hardship and death alive.
Mighty Gods stands fr the mortals due to her soft power of uniting even the different
She has been a major reality of life and a vanguard of living for millenniums
The mighty queen of life who runs beneath hearts even of evil ones.
Only those who chose her made it and those who fail crumble in the paths of hatred lust jealousy and envy which leads to disaster
The blind one makes two different ones, one to extinguish trouble
She makes the world a better place, not for her it would have been hell on earth
The lone princess of Venus, natural love is an integral part of life.
I grabbed fear firmly by the hand and said sternly to it, let us go.
Fear struggled to get free from my grasp, for it knew its negative energy could not flow.
I held faith in the other hand while I heard it repeatedly say, run, leap and then fly.
Time to increase all levels of awareness realizing you are boundless divine energy that expands far beyond the sky.
It is time to increase our human frequencies to a much higher spiritual dimension.
Time to connect the heart and mind to elevate the spirit during this time of personal ascension.
No longer shall there be weapons of war, nor ailments or sickness, and an absolute absents of fear.
No more famine nor low self-esteem, no more control, or inequality, and no more need to shed another tear.
Fear struggled and scrapped, scrambled, screamed, and fought to be released.
Fear realized its fate, that it was inevitable to join the ranks of the deceased.
No more lies or deceptions, no more hidden agendas, theft, or conspiracies, that is why fear was afraid.
Fears time is at an end for it cannot compete with truth and the ultimate plan that our Father, Mother God has laid.
Threw thick and thin in sickness and health
I promise to be here for you side by side as
if I were your shadow like a silhouette of Love
you and the child you carry are my first priority
my child and my wife to be leaning towards a
life of happiness with a Love so strong that even
in the tragedy of Death we shall not part for so
long I wondered...I wondered what was my true
purpose for living giving up on life as the days
passed by because the answer to my thought
seem'd to be unknown feeling like a lost cause
It wasn't until I met you when I realized my purpose
I was created to Love you and give you happiness
its as if I am a Knight in shining armor and you are
the Princess that I am so excited to rescue In
mysterious ways I was slowly falling not
knowing unable to see the truth until I gained
the courage to express my feelings I thank
God for embracing me with an Angel and a
Blessing is it Destiny or Faith...does it matter
no my prayers have been answered and I
Promise to indulge you both with as much
Love I can possibly give in presents and absents
It was said
That our past determines our future
But it's still uncertain
As we blinded by the curtain of time which rises to show our present
The gift of life: Lesson In Fatal Evidence
But still virtuous in our so-called innocence
The evidence of our mind's absents
'Causing an Imbalance in this nuisance
We call justice but this is our first line of defence
Instead, we bring down the fence
And raise them walls and fall
'Cause we don't want to see outside
But we don't miss the 7 o'clock; 7:30; 8 0'clock News
What's the use?
We know someone is dead; Someone is robbed
Someone won; someone loose
But you have to choose
Did the government do their dues?
Who's next...? Me? ...You...? This is seen by the few
As the Aids drug's presence
Is as good as it's absence
Course and effect...
How can there be effect in a country if it has no course
There's the defect because it make no sense
You can't succeed to defy common sense
That is like change the Zim. Dollar to a Rand even it's worth 2 cents
Losing the value of descents
Which proves one of my impotent reasons
That the past stays the past
And it's going to always last
'Cause the future's relevance
Depends on you in its presence…
All windows of my home are having the mosquito net
Though the mosquito menace will be bearable
More mosquitoes throng outside when daylight is set
Mosquitoes thronging in night will not be considerable
A lizard used to come regularly during the night
I used to worry as he don't get prey considerably
Also I wonder when he absents in day, tho' time is right
It is hard to feed or groom a lizard suitably
With lot of concern, I used to watch
I yearn to tell him in his own language
As more prey waits for him in day, to catch
But I curse myself as I fail to engage
The bedroom window is tightly fitted
Yet, the lizard manages to go inside and outside
Lack of his feed lead me to feel regretted
So I sincerely wish to be his aide or guide
What's the use of my knowing half dozen language
when I am unable to speak to this lizard?
With this thought, at times sleep get a blockage
Oh dear lizard! My lamentations, have you heard?
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There have been a few times when I
Have found myself without The Soup.
When my patient muse absents herself,
I find I must stop to regroup.
My computer has, once in a while,
Refused to answer to my call,
Or I must take myself away
And do a bit of over-haul.
It’s then I find how much I miss
My poet friends and their great writes.
My mind goes into over-drive,
My brain's infested by termites.
Phrases and lines slip through the cracks
And drop into my coffee cup,
And when I try to write them down,
I realize I’ve drunk them up.
Upside is down and down is up,
I’ve lost all sense of time and space.
I look into the mirror and
I don’t remember my own face.
The Soup has infiltrated and
Has come to be my constancy.
Friends I have made on Poetry Soup
Are friends in all reality.
I am enamored with the Soup.
I need to have some every day.
It is a large part of my life.
I pray it never goes away.
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I lay my head down on my pillows, I’m fussy, I have four just for comfort,
Three hours later and it’s four o’clock, again I’m unable to sleep,
I look at my partner and see her in slumber so sweet,
Then I have an idea.
I stare at her and smile for I never noticed the way her eyes twitch,
I’m intrigued to know more about this creature of utmost beauty and perfection,
So I listen to her dreams, she mumbles the name of another man,
But I don’t worry for I know of this man, it’s a name we have discussed
In previous times, the name I would give to my Son if ever I am blessed
With such a gift, But this also brings great sadness to me as well for I know
That this is a gift she is not able to bless me with.
I watch as the tears role down her face, I hold her in my embrace,
Then as I lick the tears from her cheeks, I softly kiss her eyes,
As she smiles a smile of Angels she reaches out and holds me tight,
I feel her warm breath on my neck and as she breaths heavily in my ear
I feel the chills run down my spine and again I watch her sleep.
She’s running, not from but to, to what I do not know, I slip into the
Image of her mind and I find peace and pain, I want to help, to tell her how much
I love her but all I can do is watch for interference is not an option,
I see her scream and cry as she witnesses the death and loss of a person
Who she holds dearer in her heart than even myself, and with great reason,
I cry as I watch her struggle through life with the absents of love,
And as I see the use and abuse she has suffered, I fall to my knees and think,
After all of this how can I possibly make a difference in her life now?
And I cry streams of endless tears.
I watch her as she opens her eyes, she knows not of what has a been saw this night,
I try to talk as I wipe the tears from my eyes, to say words, to comfort her in some way,
She looks towards me and asks the reason for my tears, I tell her not for she has already
Endured pain this night, I tell her I had a bad dream, then she gives me a hug,
Gently kisses me on the lips an says with the voice of an Angel,
“I love you”.
After ten years a night like this,
when I will be in my late thirty's;
with a healed heart and maintained smile,
I will be laughing at my youth's flaws undefined.
I will be laughing for rushing after those 'emotionally absents',
I will be laughing for wasting months and years over my imprudence.
I will be laughing for dedicating them saucy love poems.
Maybe I will be reading them aloud but I will not be feeling the same.
Those breathless nights will be gone.
I no longer be keen to do constant adorn.
Those traitors shall be anxious to get back me,
but I shall not feel the same pace of glee.
I shall be celebrating my birthday without mourn.
Because till then I shall admit this that 'Winners Stands Alone.'
your love is like morphine
singing in my veins so sweetly
easing all my pain away
drop
by
drop
tear by tear
it all rushes back
the pain comes screaming
i try to fight it all
visions of us they haunt me
like ghost into the night
cold sweats
voices
you consume all my thoughts
free me from this please?
im begging
pleading
i cant do this no more
i can feel my heart turning to stone slowly
i can still remember your touch
your taste
this love you fed me is driving me crazy with your absents
your my poison
take me away sweetly till i cant breath
Nine Eleven
The day of 9-11,
Maybe a message from heaven?
Mind strife’s payday,
Being the only way,
To get the mind’s attention, today!
Certainly not Love’s will,
This mind disturbing pill,
Untill mind’s lust is filled,
Seems man’s fate is sealed,
In this mind bogging kind of deal!
Just the harlot’s legs of earth’s leaven,
Seems to carnal mind it’s from heaven,
Melted to the ground,
Maybe now love’s truth be found,
A city of mind’s strife,
Cut down by strife’s knife,
In the absents of love’s life!
Natural bodies scattered,
Only particles of earthly matter,
Certainly does not to love’s flatter,
All this scatter of matter!
The carnal mind sows
The carnal mind reaps,
While Master Love keeps,
And sweeps,
The true matter,
From the body scatter!
Nestled in heaven,
The true particles of 9-11,
The true leaven!
Is not lost,
At any cost,
Love is still boss,
It’s just a floss,
Love is still here,
My dear,
And so are they,
But strife had to pay,
In the natural and usual way!
The carnal mind’s way,
Set to pay,
For death is all it say!
As it say,
It sows,
Death, that cannot be bleeped,
Sown of the foolish sheep!
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GOOD NIGHT
tonight I see you
by greeting you with goodbyes
the sun falls and rests
in passing I verbalize
with absents of day
fair thee well goodnight
05/15/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Why My Cuts Are Deep
by Cate Rock
His words like flame against my skin.
His stair like ice burning from within.
His voice so steady so urgent so pure...
I don't know how much more i can endure.
His hands so warm against my cold pale cheek.
His comforting laugh is all i tend to seek.
All my life this perfect man avoids my watchful eye.
All my soul pleads for his presents here.
All along i wait for him,
All i get is lost hopes and heart break.
His on going absents like a stake.
A stake through the heart,
One I'm sure i deserved from the start.
For his love to comfort me,
For his arms to hold me,
For his words to guide me.
Is that to much?
What must i earn?
What must I do?
Forever alone,
Forever torn.
Life unmasked and a word to warn.
Love is love will always be love...
Yet i don't deserve it.
Don't find it.
Cant rewind life to save it.
Couldn't if i tried.
Cause i was torn apart the moment love died.
It died in my arms many blue moons ago.
And its true even if my pain doesn't show.
Love was shot in a bar for nothing to gain.
Love died slowly in a merciless pain...
It was my savor. it held my unborn heart.
Can you see now before my time my world was torn apart?
But its OK...i tend to say,
Ill live. and i do. heh maybe someday my friend ill live to write for you.
Lovely days with new friends and old.
One day of living is enough for my old soul.
Submission date : 2009-06-22