Best Incased Poems
objects of beauty
incased in an artist’s dream
frozen now in time
10/22/08
i see myself in you and its kinda strange
coz thats the only time i love myself when im in dire straits
ya see i have this diesease sometimes i lie awake
and wonder why im a piece of **** with all of my mistakes
but one day i'll change it i'll make it and flip this
until that day im making a difference making
a conscious decision to take what im given
no slave to the way that im liven
and these are more than words this is my testimony
most if it i wrote for you so when im gone ya never lonely
they say only god can judge me but who is he
i feel at times that by design for real the only god is me
but im a basket case who cant escape the darkest place
inside my mind you'll find my heart replaced incased in armour plates
half my traits are like a dog just looking for a car to chase
barking mad starven carven scars upon my arms and face
and this is hardly fake but something that i can't erase
my darkest days my casket waits to take me to a calmer state
I lay, half asleep in the dark morning, listening to her get ready for work.
She opens the door to the dressing room, turns out the light,
and cautiously moves in the darkness to the side of our bed
where she feels her way with her hands up my body,
accidently caressing my ********,
to find my face and give me a good-bye kiss.
“Have a nice day”, she whispers;
I groan in a sleepy reply.
I hear her go down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I semi-consciously listen to the sounds of a quick morning breakfast being prepared.
I hear her gather her work-day stuff;
open and close the front door;
and open and close the door to her car that I imagine is frost covered
in the still dark driveway, illuminated by a lone, fog incased street light.
I hear the sound of the car choking to a start and drift away down our lonely street.
I relapse into a deep, morning slumber.
Awakened by the sound of the front door opening again;
I wonder what it is she forgot this time.
I follow the sounds of steps coming up our stairs and
feel the slight smile being painted on my face
anticipating another good-bye kiss and, perhaps,
another accidental brush against my still erect member.
With eyes still shut by left-over sleep, I mumble, “Forget something?”
The quick, bright flash of light accompanying the loud bang from the loaded weapon
are the last sensations I experience in this life here on earth.
Whether it was her;
a paid assassin; or,
a random crime -
I will never know.
US ARMY, ER NURSE
They are not the “War Fighter Soldiers”
yet they have seen more blood than most.
They wear the gladiator garb, stand tall
at taps in stiff salute to flag at end of day.
They hear the screams of war’s demands,
exacted without prejudice, see only war’s
true colors in the drying shades of red.
They see the mother’s faces as they speak
unknowing words, treat the wounds of
innocence incased in harsher world.
They are a soldier’s last defense against
war’s final tally, the nurses that will
care for them, become their final ally.
They suffer from the pangs of war,
its loneliness and fear. Return to us
with hardened hearts that could no
longer bear the sights and sounds
of war’s contemptuous disdain.
They carry wounds that can’t be seen,
save for their tortured faces,
hide their memories, and pain,
in duties failed embraces.
John G. Lawless
7/30/2014
For Carol Eastman
Unsung Hero Contest
A friend, forever found to pick me up when I'm down
Let's me be myself and I've never had to watch her turn around
Incased in a closed shell, hides the deepest poet
She's to afraid to open, so she grabs the door to close it
Over the rainbow, she's the pot of gold that I found
Noticed that beautiful smile, she taught me how to never look down
Missed my shot a couple times, but I still dribble the ball
At first impression I never thought I could make her my all
Till the first kiss who knew, the hard work payed off
Tomorrow doesn't have to come as long her lips stay soft
How could someone sweep someone so far, so fast, it was all luck
Every old friend jealous because we ditched them, because we were us
We stay true eachother, we're poetic and we'll always be
Say goodbye to the past, cause without you there's no me
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You are such an ice queen
I don’t know how you survived fifteen years locked
In this cold without getting frostbite
Romeo awaits me underneath
My balcony
You caught us “sub rosa”, but swore to keep
No secrets
You’d be much happier at our demise, would gladly
Bid farewell, but you don’t understand
Love, and how fiery it feels
You can’t see Cupid bit me, though
An arrow struck my butt
Would you know love if it hit you, or would you just
Let it pass you by?
Your panties are in bunches because I can
Grab the reins
I can suddenly control myself;
I think you wet your pants
Is it so hard to believe I’m sound in heart and in mind?
I know just what I’m feeling, so don’t bother
Explaining
To say I’m foggy with delusions is only downright rude
I thought I knew myself much better than to
Go blindly through the dark
My twin, you underestimate just what I’m worth
One day you’ll see you’re wrong
You yanked away my teddy bear, and now you hate Romeo, too
But you can’t decide how I live my life
And who I am to love
Don’t you know I grew a garden
Away from ice-incased land?
Are you upset because I dared to grow something
As delicate and fragile as a reluctant,
Red rose?
Am I so desperate for wanting to feel in a world so numb, where
Reality is fantasy?
Emotion seldom scares me, because it’s the heart of life
But such a core scares you
To you, it’s best not
To have one
So rejoice, O ye ice queen
For I built my own castle
Of sea glass and roses, where ice lingers no longer
No amount of sleet or snow could make
Me change my mind
I packed my bags for paradise, my sun-thawed
Heart in tow
I'm feeling good, so I think I'll kick some multi syllable rhymes,
It's a known factor that I flow in undefinable time,
Because I'm killing it, I'm at an undeniable height,
and if you don't like it then you can show me your defiant side
Cause I got a meter, it's full with millimeters to go,
and it'll bust, the brush, will the coat the ground like snow
You listen to one punchline and your eardrums will implode,
Like drowning in the Pacific Ocean and sinking to the benthic zone
It's just to cold, to much pressure for your structure to withhold,
I'll disect you with words, and pick at your skull through damp bones
Through every last note, what I teach you is all that you know
The lesson has been taught, you learned, swallow your pride, and go home
I feel the friction when lead hits paper, and thoughts come to life
Form personification when thoughts speak, and honesty writes
the dictator, of mad rhymes, giving the frustration light,
And I form art because that's what I born to do, and that's right
Stir up some biological warfare, and mix up some chemical fumes,
You need a gas mask, to withstand what's gonna happen to you,
You gotta bad fortune, the palm reader was telling the truth,
Your reputation won't save you, from acid mist that forms dew
With words I torture, incase the rage, then let it out
Then cap it just time, nobody can hear your silent shouts,
you should've took another route, but you pushed these words out of my mouth,
And you made yourself a slave, with metaphors I'll rip you, that's what I'm about
Because of pent up emotions hiding within my skull,
It's easy for me to let loose, and leave the results unresolved
I'll leave you to the bidding, then like a chemical solution you'll disolve,
You'll regret stepping to me, like opening up a puzzle you can't solve
Destroying syllables, this is insanity incased in a beat
Trying to step to me, is like stepping with hot coals under your feet
I'll leave you in a daze, eyes glazed over because you thought you could defeat,
But my attributes were better than yours, cause I was raised by the streets.
Alive in me,
A crystal sea.
A growing tree,
It needs to be.
Incased in flesh,
A Spirit's breath,
A vine, a mesh,
Past time or death.
Words flow,
I know sometimes,
They're mine...
Others though seem
So sublime.
Where do the springs
Of poems flow from?
A universe of awesome things?
They flow, they fly
As if on wings.
Words wake us,
Take us,
Lift us up,
They pour out
Onto paper cup.
We drink them in,
We sing a hymn.
We sink, we fly,
To depths or high.
A poet's life,
Through joy or strife,
Poured out to see,
Complexity.
Let the seeds grow,
Sow and plant.
A joyous song,
A tear, or rant.
The living ink well,
flows through a pen,
It ebbs or swells
In us again.
I am wondering around with my head in the clouds.
My body,spirit and soul are trapped in a firery hell
with no way to escape.It is dark and I am alone and
scared.I am incased in my troubles.The light at the end
of the tunnel is nowhere in sight.I am my worst enemy.
My cries for help are never heard.The real me is never
seen.The tears I have cried like a river of sadness.I so
want my sorrows to fade away.My hopes and dreams
are hiding in a place not wanting to be found.I have
looked and looked but have yet to find the right roads
to follow.My fears are over powering me and I have
lost the strength to fight back.My eyes see what noone
else can see.My ears hear what noone else can hear.My
heart cries out in pain.I seem to be intangled in a web
of darkness unable to see the light.I want to break free
of the challenges that lie in front of me.I want to learn
how to love but can't,I want to be loved but won't.
If anyone happens to find the answer to the question
why,please be sure to let me know.
Colleen Marie Bono
The elation from temptation is a tricky equation
the spacing gets it racing the heart is in rotation
the soul is placing in its placement...the dream
incased in is worth tasting with conversation
at this station all are waiting contemplating more...
observations all are basing life decisions on a pace in
ones own mind deliberating self-celebration
hell to heaven through abrasions all creations
seek satisfaction life is action and its passing
seize this faction all these facts and pack the passion
face what's happening...all are mapping the same old
stories...the will for glory...do it morally
all speak orally, metaphorically speaking surely
all be more be more historically speaking poorly
toward something forwardly more than more to see
speak more clearly seek more hear me than see more clearly feel less fear see?
Temptation then became elation, no equations
the hearts incased in the current conversation
the soul comes racing their is no spacing
in this rotation...heaven to hell still creations
the deliberation is this celebration of this station
with this passion nothings passing, laughing
at the past its passing the future's happening
now thats worth mapping...
Keep on laughing...
The old stone Kirk set high on the hill
at the edge of a quaint old town
where it had set quiet for centuries
stoned faced in absolute silence
entombed in an ever present fog
which gave cause for chills to take hold
of all who pass by in their daily travels.
These walls, though silent now
still hold, incased within them
the sounds of the many and the few
who have visited this sanctuary
in times both good and bad
many births,deaths and marriages celebrated
before the final dying breaths of the town
insured the closing of the doors forever.
the portrait model in exact the same,
the artist starts to paint again,
a flower here, a flower there,
a mountain terrain, a breeze in the air,
the canvas once empty, no portrait in view,
he scrambled for the right brush to use,
to catch the sunset as time ticked away,
to paint the beautiful scenery he may never see again,
only here for a moment, tomorrow may not look the same,
to capture the detailed beauty he saw for today,
overwhelming love and admiration that could only be seen,
incased in his heart, and his memory.
Stepping into the frozen terrain has left me breathless…
Incased in snow pillars stand tall above the sharp edges of snow drifts…
The scene is surreal in front of me…abandoned buildings awaiting for the cruel wind to wipe away what once was held dear…
Sunk deep in the hollow crevices of this harsh wet slush… I am speechless… this fierce winter has left nothing but desolate ruins…
Breathing deeply I cough as my throat is smothered... in this crippling... damp cold air…
Spend five hours on Resurrection Sunday
At the cemetery
Left at Twilight Visited my loved one who are not there
Their remains are there but their true self with the Lord
But yet they were laid to rest at sunset
For an instant they were taken and placed in the Father's arms
Leaving us here alive and only crying some
Whoa!!! to those who forget their memory for even the trees Replenishes their leaves
But one day, one day again we will see
See them in Heaven's Glory
Holy-Wholly this is mine Resurrection story
Thanks B to God
For those whom we love
But now there are incased in the Father's arms
We miss you so
We're sad to let you go
But you're in a better place
For to be birth is to cry and to die in Him is to Rejoice
Forever more as I leave this place
This is not your space
Only your remains are there beneath the ground
I praise the heavens
I Praise My Father God
For all that He's done for it is in glory
Each and every one of you lives on
Oh and I don't know if you can hear I love each and Everyone of you
Hallelujah
And may the peace in my heart be still
To God be the glory
BLESSED GOOD NEW DAY IN JESUS Resurrection story
Dedicated to
Joseph Lee Sr
Velton Brown Sr
Lorenzo Gunther Sr
Annie Bell Lee
Carmen Lee Brown Lee
4/9/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
Take my hand, Lord I'm reaching,
My arm extended
Barely able to touch you. I stand on
The edge of the far side of this shadowy cliff,
As high as I'm able to bare, the sight
Of you, Lord, causes my eyes to blister from
The crystal like brightness of your beauty. The
Sun truly shines upon you.
Your face, is gentle, but solemn, Lord
Have mercy on me, embrace my hand and let
Me walk with you through the thresholds of
Heaven. Your name Lord, upon my lips. Protect me
From the rugged speech the world has incased
Me in. Let me capture the expression in your warm
Enchanting eyes, the eyes of purity, Oh Lord,
I'm stretching hard against the breadth of the
Snow white clouds, but yet, you're still only
Just a little ways away.