Best Laying Down Poems
(The Traveler) known far and wide as the “Cowboy” had become quite (Disenchanted) after
reading Rhonda’s (Communiqué!) He felt as though the (Weight of the World) was unfairly
placed on his shoulders. He was outraged! How dare she accuse him of any wrong doing?
After (A Lifetime of Love) (The Magic Trio) as he liked to call it, had become (Two Too
Square) for her tastes. The Cowboy felt all it needed was a little (Resuscitation) to become a
(“Jubilant”) thing in his life once more. Then this (Ultimate Adieu) arrived from Rhonda, one
of his two paramours. Rhonda the bronze (Beach Baby) was (A Legend in Life), well known
at the seaside and in (The Village) for the (Racy Red) string bikini she often wore.
Rhonda had become sick and tired of the cowboy and his (Clandestine) one sided trysts with
two women. (Now and Forever) she wanted to be an (Opulent Orchid) in a singular
(Resplendent Romance). She was fed up being some dizzy (Dream Catcher) who had
become a (Suburbia Special) reality show ranked 2nd in a (Catalog of the Cowboy)s
conquests.
Those of us (In the Know) realized she was finally activating a long anticipated (Survival
Sequence). That fatal message she sent to the cowboy had nothing but her (Death
Definitions) written all over it. Grabbing only her essentials she has taken (Flight). By her
actions, the (Pearl in the Oyster) of our seaside village has vowed she will no longer play
(“Doubles”) with her love life. The (Pendulum) always swings two ways!
*Narrative derived from the poem titles of Linda-Marie Bariana, "Sweetheart" of the Soup
The sting of offense
Is crippling
To an unrepentive heart
When wounded by a fiery dart
Walls of defense
Built on revenge
Will only pull us apart
We can not take back
Or change what has been done
But we can overcome
Choosing to love the one
Who by all standards
Is unworthy of our love
Laying down an offense
Is not weakness but strength
Forgiveness and grace
For another’s mistake
Sets the heart free
To receive and live in victory
Lay down noiselessly,
as long as you stay still
and breathe lightly, then they will ignore you.
You can smile under your eyelids,
you can pretend that they have legs
and wear business suits.
You can imagine milking the poison
out of their hollow fangs;
like sperm it will ease your mind.
In the viper pit
let the forked tongue's sense your resignation,
let the forked tongue's lick your meekness.
Let the forked tongue's wrap you up
in their sinuous dreams.
On Monday morning they will be waiting
to interrogate your presence,
Their tight shiny pants dick slick
and cocksure. Their pointing shoulder pads
puffed up like rock adders,
high hips sharp and akimbo
pencil-sharp eyes probing,
testing your capacity to still undulate.
If you are male, screw red thorns upon
your rodent parts.
The mice around your spine
are freezing,
wrap them in fox skins
you haggled for at the meat-market.
Grin with your back teeth.
If you are female,
If you have hands,
then hold them up, reveal your armpits,
cream your pheromone-laced musk
into their morning coffee.
Loll with the water-cooler moccasins,
laugh at their venomous jokes.
Feed them scraps of velvety rabbit skin
you have shaved off your inner thighs.
Wear your skirt just a little bit higher.
At the end of the work day,
if your eyes are filled with dried-up slime
remove the crud with a cattle-prod
then slither into a deep sleep.
Dream of eating the juicy white meat
of roasted pythons,
or disemboweling a writhing nest
of Anacondas
with a razor-sharp, steely forked tongue.
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(7/10/12)
I am laying down my pen and paper
No longer will I write.
I am tired of this battle
No strength no more to fight.
These every day battles are taking its toll on me
Darkness seems to surround me
No light do I see.
I’ve always written about the beauties
That surround us in our lives.
Now all I see is darkness in every corner of the room
Then I feel the emptiness, the heartache “and the gloom”.
How can I write happy thoughts when I am full of pain
Everything is changing , and yet I stay the same.
My pen is getting heavier- the thoughts are cloudy in my mind
I keep telling myself “that I’m doing fine”.
It was once easier to lie to myself -rather than admit defeat
That I am no longer at my fullest peak.
So with sad heart- the flow of ink will stop
For I have reached my climax - I have reached the top.
Great
greater is the love
love is greater in God
Greater is the love of God
He whom has offered His Son to die
For the sins of mankind
Great greater is the love
What would you do for your sister brother
The greatest love is to lay down your life
inspired by St. John 15:13
7/17/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018