Best Sometime Poems
Sometime instead of pink, I like Red
Sometime instead of playing with children,
I want to go on date
Sometime instead of Fishes, I like Swans
Sometime instead of T-shirt,
I want to wear Gowns
Sometime instead of Social problems,
I like to read Love story
Sometime instead of cute girl,
I want to look beautiful lady
Sometime instead of chocolate,
I like to receive Flowers
Sometime instead of meeting him for minutes,
I want to spend Hours
Out there is a stranger that I already...............love
no, you don't know me now, but you.................will
just keep looking and eventually we will..........find
a winding road that ends with you and..............me
before these short years find their end....someday
that rarest moment will surely happen...sometime
with us finally meeting face to face.....somewhere.
"End Line Word" contest
Unlimited by borders
or boundaries
Limitless capacity
to roam
My ingenious device
takes me far from home
I can travel the world
at break-neck speed
or at my leisure
Whatever I want
my device serves up
instantly grants me pleasure
Its magic's on 24/7
even when I'm asleep
half of me's on on earth
the other half's in heaven
No computer can match me
I'm not a chip or 5G
I'm the brain you were born with
How about investing in me?
I love to let my mind wander in the morning…while I walk the streets alone…
I never know where it will lead me…you might say my mind has a mind of its own.
Sometimes it leads to my friends, my children, my grandchildren…my wife.
other times it leads to God, love, war, hate or other mysteries of life.
Then there are mornings like this morning…where before my walk is done…
My mind, by the kind of questions it asks, decided to have a little fun.
Does the moon ever wonder about how she phases in and out…
does she ever ask herself why?
Is there a star that ever feels lonely and wishes for a friend to share the sky?
Is there a bird who’s ever wished she could sing a different song…
or that her music came with words?
Is there a cricket who’s ever wondered what it’d be like to be a bird?
Is there a snake who's ever wished he could walk instead of crawl?
Is there an evergreen whose ever wished she could be filled with color in the fall?
After listening to the voices of so many other animals…
is there a rabbit out there who wishes he had a voice too?
Is there an owl who wishes he could ask What, When, Where or How…
instead of always asking Who?
Are the clouds in the night happy being white or would another color they prefer?
Does the wind ever wish her beauty could be seen…or is she happy only being heard?
Is the water in the ocean at night happy being dark…or would it prefer to glow?
When not walking beside, behind or in front of me…where does my shadow go?
I never know where my mind will take me…where its wonderings will roam
from the time I step out my front door…until I find my way back home.
But it’s fun on mornings…like this morning…
with my untethered mind as my guide…
to let it lead
while I sit back
hold on tight
and just enjoy the ride.
Sometimes you have to cry
When you walking in the rain
Sometimes you have to laugh
When you in so much pain
And there reasons we are here
Sometimes crying I laugh
Sometimes cry this will past
Sometimes crying I be blessed
When there be nothing left
Sometimes they ask you what's your name
When you are suffering
Sometimes they kick you when you're down
In disgraced they see your frown
Sometimes you have to cry
When you walking in the rain
Sometimes you have to laugh
When you in so much pain
Sometimes crying I laugh
Sometimes cry this will past
Sometimes crying I be blessed
Sometimes crying in this ole life ok, it's alright
This too, this two will pass
It won't last
Sometimes cry
I remain
Sometime cry in my own shame
Sometimes cry as I laugh
In so much pain sometimes cry can't remember my own name
All I have is to gain
As I reframe sometimes I cry again
11/17/16
by James Edward Lee Sr
when I can see you
in their eyes and not grieve
perhaps I shall heal
Rather blunt...those sometime endings,
those endings that are too proud to filter their
existence.
They’ve walked with me for ages, and yet, I
can’t accept the interval of their visits;
the tragedy of minutes, unpredicted, disturbingly
naked and merciless upon my greatest hours.
Sometimes and ever so occasionally, reality weeps,
and we choose to imitate these bold hints.
Like the hawk, dipped in mortality. It never sleeps
during these periods of gloomy melody.
Where does he creep?
To dim chapels filled with tearful saints, accepting
the significant departure of friends in transition;
Observe the necessary podium for those in spiritual
authority; listen the for sympathetic tissue in his speech.
The storm wages on to another sphere.
We all court the infamous no when yes isn’t available.
Indeed, when I stumble sometimes, the hawk catches
my stool, and allows humanity to come tumbling down.
But as breathless seeds succumb to droughts and Gods
period draws closer, I find myself with more chapters to
explore, and the reassurance that today’s finale is not yet
mine.
I pray that when the rain does form among my surroundings,
I’ll be judged kindly during this brazing period, and no
blemish shall prosper.
One can only withstand a brief taste of sometimes presence,
during these sometime endings.
If ever there were words to capture ways
our language casts a doubt at every turn;
too many fall within this verbal maze
and more to join with each and all that's learned.
If "always" happened there would be no need
to wonder if a precious love would last,
nor warnings of impending doom to heed,
if all that we desired came to pass.
But "sometime" takes us to a thoughtful pause
where hasty indiscretion scars our path
and life has shown us that there are no laws
except that fate can always wield its wrath.
And "never's" for the future to decide;
impossible is "always" 'til it's tried.
Shakespearean sonnet fun
Thoughts of her
consume my mind,
as they race
to be replaced by another.
This love reverie
of what I hope will be
the joy of love-
it's unlike any other!
There are we two
and as lovers often do,
we embrace
as our hearts intertwine.
Though I know it is a dream
I hope one day
it will all seem
to be true
"Someday, Somehow, Sometime!"
"Someday....
real love will come your way-
Somehow....
the words of love you'll say-
Sometime....
will be here sooner than you think!
Someday....
she'll reach and take your hand-
Somehow....
this love you'll understand-
Sometime....
look love in the eyes-
but don't dare blink!"
One does not waste time
searching for real love,
nothing ventured
is surely nothing gained.
To dream of a loved one
to give your heart to
is how the wonders
of love's dreams
are attained!
If you do not believe
your heart cannot achieve
FULLFILMENT-
love's absolute prize-
because....
"Someday, Somehow, Sometime"
WITHOUT WARNING!!!....
love will appear
right before
your very eyes!
"Someday....
real love will come your way-
Somehow....
the words of love you'll say-
Sometime....
will be here sooner than you think!
Someday....
she'll reach and take your hand-
Somehow....
this love you'll understand-
Sometime....
look love in the eyes-
but don't dare blink!"
It only takes a moment
to be struck by love,
there's no mistaking it
for other
than what it is.
The soul of real love
is a world unto itself-
more precisely
it is a world
known as bliss!
So do make preparations
for this coming event,
for to love
is an honor that's true,
because...
"Someday, Somehow, Sometime"
when least expected,
out of nowhere
your love will find you!
"Someday....
real love will come your way-
Somehow....
the words of love you'll say-
Sometime....
will be here sooner than you think!"
Someday....
she'll reach and take your hand-
Somehow....
this love you'll understand-
Sometime....
look love in the eyes-
but don't dare blink!"
Never, Always, Sometime
Never say never for you may have to eat your words!
Always have faith in yourself when choosing to be heard!
Sometime life gets a little rough let not your vision be blurred!
Never, Always, Sometime, words of wisdom, modifying adverbs.
Written © 2/18/16
SOMETIME I FEEL LIKE SHOUTING---WAKATI FULANI NATAKA KUPIGA KELELE-
katika mwanga wa jua-
hata katika mvua
Bwana nataka kupiga kelele jina lako
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again, again and again
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
Lord I feel like lifting you up in praise
Oh, Lord feel like lifting you up in praise
Again all day always...just want to shout out your name
in the sunshine-
even in the rain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
Again all day always...just want to shout out your name
in the sunshine-
even in the rain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
For you suffered for me with your strips I am free;
Savior you died for me
And in the darkness, in the pain
Lord I feel like shouting your name
God the Father, your Son Jesus came and washed away my sins
Lord I feel like shouting your name
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again and again
katika mwanga wa jua-
hata katika mvua
Bwana nataka kupiga kelele jina lako
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
again, again and again
Sometimes I feel like shouting, Lord I feel like shouting your name;
8/16/05
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2005, 2019©
Long since ago this paradise, became our proud ancestral home.
Where eventides are graced, with skylines flames of vermilion shades,
Their embers finally embrace sundown, as night draws nigh and twilight fades
Those heady scents of frangipani, casts magic potions upon summers breeze.
And mockingbirds forever never cease, to mimic natures sounds in song.
While the menagerie of wildlife silently, still forage verdant banks of lakes,
Moonlight mirrors on pellucid waters, silhouetting mountain peaks.
Luscious landscape all to recall, in memories and distant dreams
Where wild flowers perfume, infuse emotions evergreen,
To tranquil sounds of ripples, soothing senses, endlessly reprise.
1/ 9/ 2018.
you, a packrat
a luncheon of puckey
meaning leftovers
I, wrinkled hands
date with the dishes
ghosts from the burial ground
are barely noisy
sometimes watching our TV
they tease the cats
who treat them like mirrors
they cannot smell
eight, the number of
toenails you possess
(and also)
the number of fallen trees
She was the envy of the other roaches, for her marvelous house.
They were jealous of her pink high heeled shoe, especially a louse.
He was angry because he could not slide into his own soft little bed.
She was thrilled he was jealous, for he was arrogant and not well-bred.
Can we visit? The lady bugs asked for they wanted to see the shoe.
To see her cloistered closet, darkness suited her through and through.
You have to come out sometime yelled that louse, Little Ned.
She was thrilled when her owner accidentally stomped him on his head.
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Some people talk too much
never shut up
and never listen
Words like rain continue to fall from their lips
a door that can't be closed
and a wooden idol that can't be heard
Shut up sometime
make the world a better place
and stop tuning out knowledge
Listen to the words of your love
shut your trap
and free the peace