Best Wayward Poems

Ah, memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left.
In cold or torrid waves, spent passions now abide
for you have left me, long ago, I'm now, alone bereft.

Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left:
beside a roaring bonfire,...

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The wayward wind forever so aloof
across the prairie blowing wild and free;
just like a herd of horses on the hoof,
and running loose with nature’s grand esprit.

A restless spirit is this wayward child
who’s never satisfied in just one place;
she longs to solve the secrets of the...

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Wayward strolling travel sorts;
I am homeward bound;
Roaming twix these golden fields;
Walking  these tinted bronze grounds;
Hoping at least best;
I find my rest;

Dormant stop by I;
This my traveling's I now grasp my chest as;
I lay down my life; 
Onto the ground;
I passed my last breath; 
For...

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Her Mother says I'm not that bright
      in need of supervision.
A wayward male who would likely fail
      to make a good decision.
So I've lost my friends... they've disappeared,
      my wife...

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The summer rain fell softly upon me as I traveled along
I felt alive and energized and I began to sing an old song
The weeping willows stand as statues of a forgotten past
The flower garden, with its' angel fountain, glows as I pass

The rain gave way...

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Wayward nights drift off to dream
gone, attention hid past the sleep 
oceans lift, internal waves unsettling
afloat, another restless midnight keeps

Place your skin against my arrival
held taught, where doubt makes way
let soft caresses command attention
until brought back unto a lighter day

Painted lines inside a crimson room
knowing...

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Now she's here 
and now she's there, 
flittering and flying 
through the hours in a day, 
laughing now, then crying. 
   
Her moods are fleeting,
they grasp her in a flash  
then just as fast they fizzle
like a firework in the rain.
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Wayward!  Am I lost not,  I just haven't found my way


12/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020...

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Lament!
 I... 
I am just a visitor;
Here far from home; 
Created by my Father sent here alone; 
My fellow Humanity us together here are sinful drones; 
Drowning spiritual beings cast in flesh and bones;
More than just the body here on this Earth alone;
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Memory is a fickle lover succumbing to the tide
grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left,
in cold or torrid waves, our spent passion, now abides
for you have left me, long ago, alone now I'm bereft.

Grasping for the grains of sentiment sometimes left
beside a roaring bonfire,...

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April winds.
Cold but dry.
Rambling around 
Buildings, tall and short.
They seem to have a voice:
       Come back to me.
       Come back to me.

I hate such wayward winds
They insist 
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deep in thoughts
are memories of you
lodestone of dreams
that waft on by
like a log in river
tossed about
spiraling
in and out
of current
wandering
through the deep
dark depths
of the a journey
unknown
only resting
in the consciousness 
of morningtide
awaiting
to be swept
away again
in the depths
of dreams

)9/03/2021...

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once an old raven named moe

wanted to be a young crow

friends did surmise

he'd end up in pies

so flew him away in tow.
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He rode his dismal horse
all day and night
and to the grave of ashes.

A life
and less than a life

Fantasies
crept up like flaming fire.
Even der Fuhrer was amazed.

Like many of low esteem
he flaunted his braggadocio,
pounding it in
as with a steel hammer....

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Thou wayward pilgrim
Oh come rest thy weary soul  
Down by the river Jordan

Thou wayward pilgrim
Unburden thine heavy load
Rest  by the river of life 

Oh wayward pilgrim
lift your dimmed eyes toward home
Oh what happiness awaits!

Oh wayward pilgrim
in yonder distance joy waits
Jerusalem, home sweet home


Rick...

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