Best Sighted Poems
just sighted a black
panther prowling around...
one less jack russell
A short sighted old doctor called Charlie
Poured water from a bottle to make tea
But the taste wasn't right
Got one hell of a fright
On close inspection the bottle said pee...
He called the opticians to book a test
Rinsed his mouth out then headed home to rest
Now sets good examples
Marks clinical sample's
Storing all those nasties in a locked chest...
Now you don't want to end up like Charlie
By error drinking someone else's pee
Well it is human waste
You just wont like the taste
And you'll be sick as a dog, believe me...
Written February 7th 2020
It all started one Halloween..no one knew what it would mean...could it ? was it? just a
dream ? Follow the " Legend of Fred " series and you'll see what I mean...
Everyone’s asking where is Fred..?
Has anyone looked under their bed ?
I’ve heard tell he disappeared on this night filled with fright..
Many said he was taken by the things that go bump in the night…
But things of this nature don’t happen around here that much….
Has anyone out there seen a little red headed clown ?
He has a red nose and a smile turned upside down…
The chocolate and sweets from his trick or treat…
Still lays scattered all over the street…
I know he wouldn’t have gone on his own..
Cause he came from a very happy home…
Some say they’ve seen him, running down the street..
Yelling at the top of his lungs….
Hey everybody it’s time for “ trick or treat “…
So on that night when you go out...looking for some fun..
Remember the little red clown named Fred..
And all the things this poem has said…..
Sometimes the birds will
go silent, not singing now,
every quill still.
Now listen to the tale of papa's cock,
It feeds on money and not maize.
It's of a land with gold and silver,
Diamond lives in the land in his tale,
tongues of his voice speak to
Tomorrow of our ears to its maze.
When this very land displays its sparkling
Moon at the night of its gravel longitivity,
The old women that know of this very humble
abode, testifies of hospitality and peacefulness.
We made this very land pregnant with love.
We made here the lyrics of dignities all over.
In us lies our future of coexistence among all,
Let's make our shells come by and shade more
light to the dark side of the world with this tale.
A new sighted land tale shall it be when we curl
The future of thousand stars into this very land,
Stay here with one mind not a broken eyes of war.
As the old one dies, sweet tales of modernity
emerged from the shadow of fainted lips.
The nocturnals will light the ambience of this
Land without the voices of terrorist attack.
As we wait with our eyes open to Papa's tale,
Dreams shall come to smile at our troubled mind.
At the feet of this very land of honeyed men,
Father saw a goddess of fruitfulness dwelling.
Values, myths, morals, ethos and heritage of
the land are told with a golden mouthful lips;
Of the heroes and heroines, animals and plants
even canards that once lived here to dine joyfully.
©John Chizoba Vincent
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It takes more sight than you would see
To love the soul that belongs to me.
9/24/21
Question if the blind leads the blind
where do the sighted lead each other
the eyes of God shall guide thee!
8/13/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
O' ye what it be
Sorely flying we be
High in mind, low minded
Soul blinded
I profess dreams of vision quest
heavenly invested in bless
High in thoughts,
Above myself
My inner crest is that I am bless
O' ye I shall be
of my Father's Heart
my loyalty wealth
Soul sighted
I a visionary eyes so sweet
Paradise viewing blight
High in thoughts,
Above myself
My inner crest is that I am bless
So blinded sighted
5/17/2025
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025
Brief moments allow for the full effect
Lacking ability and means to even begin to prepare
The only way to fight back is to reflect
And reminded with hearts, there comes never a spare
With said insights, still unable to disconnect
Such a seamless match, can be nothing but rare
Hard exteriors and guards put up even struggle to protect
And if cause becomes lost, we are all too aware
Rush of emotion, attempt to deflect
Each battle leaving conditions much worse for the wear
Choosing not to anticipate what is clear and should expect
Faith that neither exempt hinder the want to go anywhere
Remaining wits are vital, leave nothing to collect
Far from certain with an end unseen, blinded from glare
Found in vulnerable position seems incorrect
Blinded by love ceases all care
For choices none less than of the highest respect
Is to risk both entities being stripped bare
Experience showing how detrimental a hit so direct
Making it through a dream worth enough to dare
-Sighted in the heart-
Sight her, Far away
Afar where only mind can see
Imagine how she look
Beautiful like a golden star
Shining like a morning sun
Colorful like the afternoon flower
Gentle like moon
She is an epitome of beauty
Her life is full of gloat,
Free like a floating ship,
Wide like an ocean
She never blink her eyes,
Unless in a beautiful manner
In her walking,
There is a lesson,
The right don’t move to touch the left
And,
The left don’t move to touch the right
I keep imaging the splendor of her beauty
Her beauty is not man-made
Her life is pure,
Cool to understand
Simple and complaisant
Too many to in-build,
But no time to infuse
Don’t be confuse,
With my mental way of compute
To like, it must be you,
But she isn’t always in the mood
She is too croon,
When her beautiful voice is cue
Her crew,
Is a strong hood
When I open my eyes,
I became mute
Trump has been sighted
many people always slighted
he was delighted
by Trump we were told
on his party has a hold
image of him did mold
is trash like corn husk
Trump dental work showed a tusk
always did like Musk
of Trump had our fill
had failed to pay his each bill
which we knew he will
What an oddity
Doing fine
But my mind is being pulled
So many directions
Trying hard to grasp
Focusing
Where I am going
It just keep on running
Hearing you talking
Goes on and off
Feeling my soul floats
Then comes back
Paying attention
Being in the moment
Yet being in halves
Uncooperative
Wondering
What is happening
Hoping
Not to loose myself
Amongst the chaos
Telling myself
I am still here
I am ok
Let these recurrent thoughts
Set the records straight
Free myself from shortcomings
Forgive myself
Because I am tired
Trying
Fulfilling
Which in return
For nothing
Wanting when
Opening my eyes
Jumping out of bed
Spring of excitement
Getting things going
Engrossed
Being amused when learning
Knowing I can do so little
Hoping so hard
It will shine through
Hope it is enough
To wake me up
Looking back
Grinning
That I have done what I can
Shaking my head
In tears
Cannot...
Give...
Up...
© Sue Sanzz 2020
Party Sighted and Were Delighted
soon we had sighted
party and were delighted
and glad invited
Jim Horn
My dog was hurt; he couldn’t hunt,
and left me in the field
To wander into aimlessness,
my prey as yet to yield
His nose was gone; the point was lost,
the tracks turned right then wrong
My gun recocked but sighted blind
—all certainty had gone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
~sometimes in the midst you see the fog? ~
2/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©