Best Have A Heart Poems
As you bring forth joy
Do not use me as a toy
My heart is at risk
Each day foul critters infest our house
Though not by slipping in like a mouse
We just press a button
Or buy a subscription
To get news wrote or spoke by a louse
These creatures of the two legged kind
Try hard each day to persuade our mind
With sly information
That helps the causation
Of the falling apart of mankind
They tout the need for unearned welfare
Claim hard earned profits are so unfair
And granting amnesty
Is a good policy
Plus growing our debt is fine they swear
For those who work hard earning their way
Give what they can and put some away
Are sick of the slackers
Prodded by the backers
Whose aim is using half truths to sway
It’s hard to ignore those talking heads
But it’s not right to tear them to shreds
Yet there’s a solution
And with execution
We can spread liberty in their stead
We’ll put Obama pic’s and golf caps
Along with a taped speech that he yapped
In a human sized crate
Coz it’s time to create
A main stream media Have-A-Heart trap
Like it or not, these traps are humane
But anyways, we’ll have much to gain
So, once we have caught
All those who have brought
Disinformation causing brain drain
We’ll squeeze all of them in through a pipe
Along with politicians who hype
Irrationality
And immorality
Into a sphere of the livable type
In there they can tax to the extreme
And promote their harmful fairness schemes
But when they’re out of dough
They will lip read our NO!
Since their bubble is a sound proof dream!
Your so pretty and so smart
It's no surprise you stole my heart
It aches and breaks when we're apart
You write me such sweet poems, cuz your smart
Even draw me pictures, A different art
I love you more than any other
And of course your cool little brother
Only a few reasons why I love you
Only a few reasons why my heart so blue
This is the end so I guess I'll go
I love and miss you both, A lot you know
I Love You
I have a headheart only and that has always been my problem(saver).
I walked alone for long on the desert trail
Saw the trembling mirage creep, melt away
I didn’t know then my wanton life I would fail
For no hand I found holding mine on my way.
A caved dune rippling in the dry desert wind
I didn’t see a tender sapling struggle to grow
In the moist crevice of sand layer it could find
When the rare raining clouds descended low.
I saw you walking on a crisp evening in winter
As if floating along the sandy valley toward me
I felt within me sun’s glow on your face enter
Arid loneliness melted, flowed out in a stream.
My feelings swam in the shimmer of your eyes
The sun went down, the dusk told you to depart
In the distant dune horizon you would again rise
Hold my hands, make me realize I have a heart.
October 21, 2017
Why must we think
that we're the only living things
that have feelings,
and that have a soul?
Can't we hear the cry of a puppy,
when taken from it's mother?
can't we see the fear
In the eyes of a deer?
What about the cry of whales?
when we invade their only home?
Or a lobster,
being boiled alive
in extreme heat?
We continue to pray,
for our food,
for ourselves and for each other,
but what about the poor wildlife
that has to suffer
by our cold actions?
Form:
vessels became bridges
ending nowhere
only gap is left
creating a great blackness
where deluded bloodstream vanishes
I'm out of my heart
in this story where's no place
for dismembered soul of mine
saying I would flood over lines between your thoughts
you're carrying on to live in the world
of installed scenes
leaving me fixating pillows as
substitute for embraces
Bring back that heart to me
you prefer lighter outputs
but no one recalls easier exits
they are immemorable
equalizing shades occurred in the desire to love and to be loved
somewhere along the way
we're regularly letting by that love
worth dying for
My heart needs me
The relentless rain ravished the old village.
No one dared to leave their warm homes.
Except for one dark-hooded human being
Zigzagging and hiding along paths and roads,
After leaving a bundle on a Convent step
And ringing quickly the nuns' bell.
Low amongst the ebony clouds, thunder rumbled.
Sister Clare immediately saw the bundle,
She heard the child's moan in acute fear.
She gathered the babe and rushed inside.
In her hurry, she left the heavy door ajar.
A lithe girl quickly entered behind the nun.
Sister Clare took the babe into the cosy kitchen.
Took off its wet wrappings and wiped the poor babe.
Then with another dry towel covered the infant.
She hurried to search for clothes and returned.
She stopped at the doorway for there a young girl stood.
“Who are you?” The girl dressed in a white nightgown
Turned and smiled. “I am Gabrielle,” she said.
The babe was fully dressed but rather quiet.
“Dressed her up, and baptised her White Rose.
Now it’s time to take her to the dimly lit chapel.”
Sister Clare and many other nuns followed, wondering.
Who is Gabrielle? Why did the baby make no noise?
Gabrielle and her babe climbed the altar’s stairs slowly.
“Jesus is kind and loves us all. Now White Rose is His.”
A white aura of bright light surrounded the girl and babe.
Harps plucked in the most dulcet way and then all was dark.
Only the dead babe remained, lying in a basket on the altar.
From far away a few bells tolled a happy melody for all to hear.
I'll still have a heart—
Long the beating orb goes;
I'll still have a heart—
Even if made a ghost.
I'll still have a heart—
Veins run clear to the pain,
I'll still have a heart—
That is gentle with its flame.
I'll still have a heart—
A dream through a mask;
I'll still have a heart—
Translucent in your clasp.
I'll still have a heart—
Its polished floor raked;
I'll still have a heart—
Eyes a full brim to satiate.
I'll still have a heart—
Though clouds gather 'round
to make its shadow bleak;
I'll still have a heart—
When I look at you...looking at me.
One of my prekindergarten students said to me this…
Mr. Lee I have a heart
And it is soft…
Do you love me?
I love you
And this is right
Isn’t it…
I said yes sir but only…Unintentional
Humanitarian
Spiritually
And Godly
This is the only righteous way to be
For I love you back righteously see
11/16/2018
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2019
when we have a heart
always will know from the start
we would never part
we had an instinct
which we knew would be distinct
will become extinct
a mighty mishap
in buildings bodies became trapped
all over the map
Do i have a heart?
They ask.
I have.
A big one.
But it only pumps blood.
It circulates oxygen through my artilleries
and sustains every breath i take in.
I am dead without a heart.
So i have a heart.
Do i have a heart?
They ask.
No. I don’t.
I can only feel what i want to feel.
I’m different from others.
They care even for what they shouldn’t.
For me, i care for what i care for.
So i don’t have a heart they say.
Yet they murdered my heart in its infancy.
They told me it hurt in love.
They used pillows to suffocate my heart.
Now it cant breath.
With a dead heart i walk.
Deep down i want to live.
But am dead. Dead in love.
No need to live whiles it hurts.
Such is the dark tunnel my heart walks each night.
I try to nurse it.
I clean it and make it a home for someone.
They live in at first with joy then it fades.
In pain i watch them leave.
So i say me and love don’t get along.
With patches on my heart,
i face each love story knowing it wont end as i dream
but i want to dream into the deepest sides of hearts.
Maybe there, i will come to life.
With deep and bleeding scars i want to face love again.
Will i survive?
So i have a heart but they killed it.
Survival has been my thing
but surviving today and Dying the next day is dreadful.
How do i survive knowing they caused it all.
Knowing they murdered my heart in cold blood.
My tears drop as rain.
Rain mixed with blood and emotions.
Tears that carries my dreams out.
Did i dream?
Yes i did. But they woke me up.
I have a heart its in its place
and beats real hard to see your face
it breaks real fast and beats real slow
it needs my breath to keep a flow
I NEED I WANT I FEEL I CRY
i have a heart to feel inside
Form:
Hearts beat incessantly, life passes through,
Some doors will open, and others will close,
Contact, connections! What more can heart do?
Wormholes in spacetime are all that it knows.
Content is fragile and may not last long,
Intent's more curious, seeds in the wind,
Love's more mysterious light as a song,
Future's a sacrament, pregnant, new friend!
Hearts are invisible, rarely are seen,
Lunar-like phases still set folks apart.
Seasons don't faze them, with souls’ evergreen!
Tangible ether, your heart's what floats art!
Brian Johnston
17th of September 2018
I have a heart
Like most of us do
And all I requested
That it be loved by you
I have a soul
And I have a good mind
And every once and while
You try to batter me down
As if I don't cry
I have a heart to feel
To grieve what's real
And I have eyes
Which I forced to be blind
So I won't have to see
A love that has died.
I Have a Heart Too!