Best No Chance Poems
Friends we are much more I yern for us
to be.
I take to silence cause its not him.
That I was ever ment to to be.
A barfly wasnt ever ment to see the light.
I'll bury my emotions .
So no one will ever catch sight.
Drown like a coward in this bottle of booze.
And ignore the impulse.
For its not in my nature to use.
speaking whats on my mind.
Isnt worth leaving you
behind.
I cannot speak these words to your face.
but you bring warmth to my life.
And take away the emptyness
from this dismal place.
If only I was a painter then i could show
you clear.
That I am empty without you here.
Am i the fool or just a pawn
just a worn out fighter in
a all to ready stance.
Dont need a fotune teller to
know I have no chance.
Boko Haram came last night,
to steal a lamb for slaughter.
And began to fondle me,
my father lost his daughter.
As rough hands stripped me naked,
fingers probed private places.
And men without modesty,
took pains to hide their faces.
Chains shackled to my ankles,
my head's covered with a sack.
And I was dragged to a truck,
with hands tied behind my back.
For hours I'm raped and beaten,
along with others in pain.
Then I'm driven to their camp,
where they ravage me again.
Tomorrow, I will be sold
as a sex slave to a man.
And with no chance of escape,
I'll survive the best I can.
(Quatrain)
6/4/2018
Sunny and clear with no chance of rain,
That's what the weatherman said.
Warm and breezy, a perfect day,
To get up and get out of bed.
Why stay inside on such a glorious day?
Think I'll take a walk, get some fresh air.
Better yet I'll go fly a kite or ride a bike,
Grab a friend and a picnic to share.
Uh oh! What's this? Are those clouds I see?
They don't look very friendly at all.
"What happened to no chance of rain",
I ask as the drops begin to fall.
In an instant my bright sunny day,
Turned into an angry downpour.
My plans were all ruined, putting me in a funk.
Now, I guess I'll stay in and do chores.
9/23/12
For Joy Wellington's "Weather Forecast" contest
No chance
My grandchildren will know poverty
As I have
No chance
They will stray from
Education
Chances are,
They will excel
Far beyond me
Per chance
Perhaps
They will love poetry
Infinitesimal chance
They will uphold
Atheistic views
No chance
Absolutely none
They won't disrespect you.
*
I vividly recall the dream, of the moment, I first saw your face
Unsettled, quite smitten, my mind became an empty space
Words tripped over, then skipped out, along with my voice
Like a bashful school girl meeting her first crush, I lost my poise
The fine, white, sun baked sand, like sugar, glistened
Lost in thought, building sand castles, I listened
Soothing sounds from crashing waves, seduced me into sleep
As cool mists from crested waves hungrily licked my pretty bare feet
I turned, to watch the seagulls, and there you stood, in the distance, staring
In that moment, quite unafraid, I stared right back, admiring
With each step towards me, this silly heart begged wings to fly
Before long, we stood face to face, knowing steamy summer love had arrived
Abruptly, I averted my eyes, from alluring smile, your eyes, too intense
Steamy heat invaded this body, leaving no chance for pretense
He yearned for quiet.
He craved perfect silence.
He pictured himself in some valley,
Abandoned by all,
Resting against some old oak tree,
With no soul in sight.
It was not to be.
All he heard was rustling,
Movement all around the room.
No peace to savour,
Could not even read his lines.
He watched her moving around the room,
Now on the sofa,
Now looking out of the window.
No peace for him.
He looked straight at her,
Eyes baleful and threatening.
“Move off, pest.
Leave me in peace.”
She looked at him,
Eyes hurt and almost crying.
Turning around she left
And ran into his wife’s lap,
Wagging her tail behind her.
Thinking of you in my stolen moments,
Alone here with nothing but time.
My heart still breaks knowing,
I never had a chance to say good-bye.
I know your looking down and smiling,
No longer the worry of being in pain.
You had more than a life’s time share of suffering,
You took it daily and never complained.
Now you’re an angel in heaven,
We all know that you have your wings.
Though we still feel the loss here without you,
In our hearts we can feel how yours now sings.
At times I still feel your presence still around me,
I believe you watching close now over us all.
You still have that power of bringing me up when I’m weak,
Somehow you still cushion me when I take a fall.
I know one day you will be there to greet me,
When my life turns and comes to an end.
In your life you taught other’s to see more clearly,
As now as in your life you were always more than just a friend.
Now you’re an angel in heaven,
We all know that you have your wings.
Though we still feel the loss here without you,
In our hearts we can feel how yours now sings.
Finding a job is hard to do
Employers will just look at you
Never giving you a chance
Without any experience
This is wrong-- it aint no lie
Never letting someone try
And seeing what you might find
If they were just given time
To learn and start to really grow
As their skills begin to show
Working hard right from the start
And proving what is in their heart
A smile you will always see
For this opportunity
So please don't turn someone away
Who hasn't worked a single day
When employers always choose
To follow all these job skill rules
Not stopping to realize
This first timer before their eyes
Just might be a shining star
And go very very far
This was written because my children are going through this right now. They can't get a job with no experience, and they can't get experience with out a job. Its a never ending battle.
I grab a glass of water;
As I drink it I don’t git any taller;
Got a basketball N my hand;
But it don’t make me a baller;
Met this girl in the park;
Along about near dark;
Asked for her phone, so that I could caller;
Guess what? ………………………………………….
She was married;
LOL
Signed dump in the park;
No chance for love or a new acquaintance in the park near dark;
LOL
1/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
No chance, so died the seed
of love in germination, and did
not grow to be,
failed and withered on the vine;
my aching heart must bleed
of spectral laceration, and bid
the tears fall free
for what was almost mine.
No chance to say goodbye,
only rapid termination, and plough
my essence deep,
furrows burning cold and dead;
for who or what I cry
had a life by implication, and now
the dreams of sleep
are all I have to hold instead.
He has no chance
Blues and bitching bosses
Unite to ruin his life
F-ourth of March Saturday
L-ets the light see the day;
O-pening the morn with warmth,
R-ain and chill fade
A-way.
N-ight shadow and haze
A-re both nowhere in view;
C-old evening wind
I-s fading into the blue.
O-nce the dusk is gone,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
A-iming to thrill your heart,
L-ull has no chance to take.
I told you my feelings were strong.
You told me the time was wrong.
But for you, I do still long.
There are so many things I’d like to say.
But it never seems to be the right time of day.
I weep, I cry, I wish I would have had the courage to just say goodbye.
Every time I see you it hurts.
The time I spend with you makes me feel like dirt.
Every now and then you seem to flirt.
You keep me so mystified.
I just can’t seem to open my eyes
You are still my biggest prize
Impersonal and mystic force?
I think that there is little chance
our origin’s a random course.
Impersonal and mystic force?
No thing, no one, no rhyme, no source?
Life’s so much more than happenstance!
Impersonal and mystic force?
Of that, I think there’s little chance.
No chance to hold on
To what was slipping
Not strong enough
It’s leaking through my fingers
My hands aren’t big enough
To grasp what’s left
To clutch it to me
To savor the rest
Yanked from my grip
My fingers bleeding and raw
Like the heart that is empty
Now that you’re gone