Best Passer Poems
An unfinished afternoon lies strewn across my desk
Along with an uneaten breakfast neglected by my left
While I tap-tap-tap my fingers absent-mindedly on the table-top
As I impatiently await for the time
When along comes my long-awaited passer-by
Now here she comes! Here she comes—
Like an Eastern sun rising through the darkened dawn;
She with gaiety a-light on those Oriental eyes
That further gleams with her every greeting and a smile.
Yet I—I could not meet those eyes
For fear that upon that good morning greeting
I would simply die and...
How many seconds passed, or moments did?
I finally to myself did ask,
For when I came to from that spell though fleeting
She was in front of me at last.
Her smile now mine, my gaze was hers
And my wandering mind left me to wonder
How close she was that I could reach for her hand
And it would be as much
Silkenly as I imagined her skin would be at my touch;
Or how exhilarated—enraptured—would I be should her heart
Be confined within the circle of my arms.
The world would be a place less lonely—alas,
If only reveries could last!
Now did I greet in kind, nor even spoke at all?
I finally to myself did ask
For when I came to from that spell though fleeting
She'd been a couple paces past
And there I was left standing, a fool with nothing
But the trailings of her scent
That flowery fragrance she adorns herself with
For a beloved must be meant.
Thus with such small tokens as smiles and scents
I keep myself contented
And feed my endless reveries
Imagining a time and place where her love
May at my mercy be
Though I wake from those daydreams empty
Disheartened by the dawning in my mind that desire
Is a thirst that in my throat dies
Each and every time.
Each and every time.
Yet by this time tomorrow I would still be by my desk
And an unfinished afternoon still strewn across as well
Never reckoning if ‘tis worth my while waiting,
Though I would still be waiting for the time
When along comes my long awaited passer-by.
The work stress was finally relieving me
As i halted in the bus stop
I could feel something unusual
That's its not a day of routine
Not because the drops patted my shoulders
But there's something i could add to
His eyes with magnetising property
Didn't allow to change my vision
The hair that got shuffled in air
Must have once pulled by me
The clean shave and rough lips
Dragged me to touch it once
Those hands which has a grace
Forced me to get locked by it
The way he held his bag
Is the style familiar to me
He is the man,here,beside me
Making me feel,a weird feel
As if there's a bond between us
As if we spent a lifetime together
A cab like a flash arrived
Into which the man stepped in
It went past a few yards
By when he peeped out and threw a final look
I'm not sure about incarnation-but
I'm sure about one thing
HE'S NOT JUST A PASSER-BY.....
Give me a break! Shall you?
You say that you are free in free society
While your liberty is stolen!
By that freedom, so, let it be
Let them do as they will
Let them enjoy their marginal utility
Or leave it alone.
He sits rounded, like a stone
colours dripping with the rain
fading like an oil painting
His grimy hand outstretched
holding out a white cup
his very own white flag
My expensive leather shoes
thump the ground in time
trembling, eyes cast down
I scurry by
Mr Skinny Jeans Is Always Around His Mates,
But Don’t He Want Any Alone Time?
Miss Emo In Red Just Listens Never Talks,
But Hasn’t She Got Her Own Opinions To Express?
Mr Tattoo On His Arm Always Shows It Off,
But Later On In Life Will He Regret It?
Miss Girl With Pink Glasses Never Leaves Her Book,
But Does She Know She Can Make Her Own Adventure?
Mr Always Got A Cap On Not Very Often With Friends,
But Doesn’t He Want To Be Around People Who Care?
Miss Girl Who Every Boy Fancies Always Talks On Her Phone,
But Don’t She Want To Talk Face To Face With Them?
passage through the fire but i won't smell like smoke
9/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
He walked though path he could not see, just to see his dreams come true.
He faced the odds only dared by few.
With his touch, he read the book of law.
With his cane and ears as his eyes,
his wit made him see the sunrise.
April 15, 2023