The darkness settles in at 1400 and it is crying
It has deal with pain in a manner that is becoming burdensome
It is tired of all the disappoints and is still crying
Physical pain would be less burdensome
The connection of souls does not come to the lips
HOPE is lost and not in any universe
The constant disappointment has constantly from the soul taken sips
The possible love they had is only viewed as an unsuccessful verse
The constant and unpromising smiles
Have now become a sword thrusted into his heart
The pain has become constant Biles
The words and actions from your lips have failed to cause his heart to start
Once he falls asleep he’ll die
His heart is broken while you life goes bye.
Celebrated American gymnast, Simone Biles
Is ahead of her competition a fistful of miles
The most decorated in Olympic medals, ever.
In hearts and minds of fans, she'll live forever.
Another contest
despaired of my fate
So down and depressed
threw up what I ate
Just me and Simone Biles
'cept for 'one or two traits...'
I'd plumb forgotten
how my pen thinks
By the time I remembered
I'd run out of ink
So, Simone, my dear
we've lots in common
We both lost our grip
~ then hit rock bottom
Imagine being Katie or Naomi or Simone.
The world has expectations and it won’t leave you alone.
Your performances’ perfection has been touted and extolled,
So anything will be a loss if it won’t get the gold.
Well, pressure takes its toll and therefore, even with the buffers
Of team and coach support, sometimes a well-rehearsed act suffers.
Katie* gets the silver as the Aussie’s time is faster;
Naomi** loses to a Czech, a Japanese disaster.
And Simone***, the gymnast everyone believes to be the best
Leaves the competition early, feeling out of sorts and stressed.
It seems the build-up is too much and many athletes just
Cannot function when their hopes and dreams may suddenly combust.
*Katie Ledecky **Naomi Osaka ***Simone Biles
death deepens with months
the passing sands by swath-sweep
the telephone sleeps
except for sibling-mourners
moaning for vocals from mom
dad shovels himself
out of his quiet mattress
aching with absence
half-alive, not dead
the one left behind
dirgelike rings of cell
mom won’t answer, but dad will
stir the stomach biles,
tighten the chest, dry the throat.
sadness listing old man’s boat
6/27/2021
Simone Biles
International superstar
Most worthy of a world-wide
Ovation
Never to be topped for
Excellence in accomplishment
Because she’s a gymnast par excellence
Incredibly talented
Long may she receive
Every recognition
She so richly deserves
written 5/24/2021
Congratulations to Simone Biles
An African-American gymnast
Who dares to surpass
The Gold Standard
I've driven the fractured broken miles;
Passing by a many of distant smiles;
Running over divert sewers smells biles;
Children playing in the streets watch child;
I'll be in discuss his struck by a truck while,
Diddle-dattilling daring feeling immortal;
Like an armed enforcer battle soldiers;
The citizens are more sinful, hurtful;
Automotive conjunctions lurks forth full;
Traveling hits and runs where's the closure;
10/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
A torn tale ere was sewn b' time's tool;
''f haggard hemisphere 'n' nocturnal nude,
'n which porous promiscuity 's oft draped -
furred fabrics, scales embroidery.
This tale 'n which cursed clothing was hexed;
porous past oozing sassy spell.
Makes marred maidens scarce behove laud,
but fractured flaunts cum odds grilled galls.
Tell those who 'gain sew this torn tale,
that nosy needle anon 'll break,
'n' sewn sanity would foster pawn
''f bruised beauties, gaunt graces 'n' plagued pores.
Let throbbing themes ''f this taunting tale
'n' wools ''f sewn silk canvas wits, fame 'n' shame.
'20:07:23:13:41
Note:
a) Of fractured fashion.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Ere - before
ii) oft - often
iii) Hexed - cast spell
iv) behove - suit
v) cum - and
vi) galls - biles
vii) anon - soon
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) "f - of
iii) 'n' - and
iv) 'n - in
v) 's - is
vi) 'll - will
Father, Father in Heaven
What kind of sin have I driven?
Why my friends let this happen?
Sorry, but for me, your gates won't open
I am so sorry but I am the new Eve
This town is my hell and none of them will leave
Rain, Holy rain, you won't wash away my pain
Not even this small sparkle making me insane
Fire, infernal fire, I feel my evil awakens
Father, for them your doors won't be opens
I can hear these fiends eating my soul
Will they still laugh when a sinner is my role?
No more chuckles, no more smiles
This school's stench is blood and biles
Isolation, spoken poison, lynching oration
Home prison, lamentation, whores of attention
All of them choked me with a bunch of lies
Making me believing in these cries
Finished, what's left of my cadaver will devour these flies
Chris, sweet Chris, will soon join your allies
Your mother told me beauty is all you gave
Let us see how deep she will admire your grave
Sadness and destruction are everything I see
Mama, Papa, why me?
Dad, Heavenly Father, I am so sorry, but I am the new Eve
This town is my only hell and none of them will live
Unidentified my world
this push and shove battalion
take from them and leave them broken
Crassly ridiculed by viral industries
black blood automaton
the throwaway plagues of economy
Enemies arduous in pestilence promise
digital demons disposable to pay the fist
take from my brothers and leave my sisters bereft
Born to breath into not my world
the grit pitiful distance between unity
as miseries tourniquet mocks all of us belligerently
From innocent eyes to haunted heart
a misplaced paradigm of sentience
concocts for idiots the demons ideology
For a lifetime the world of not me
my rebellions soaked in propaganda
liberties plasticidal warrior
take my brothers
take my sisters
and suffocate their orchestra
And all the more the cruelty shall reap
the intoxications of biles inaction
and rejoice in the cursed ideology of demons
Unrecognized my world of human
compassions every degree shall embrace every soul
and with the quill of love a future transcribed
by heavenly scribe in the ink of life
is written for our children
Simone Biles holds the World Championship,
gymnastics has always been her t r u e dream-
She GLOWS with beauty performing tough flips,
adored by her grace on the balance beam.
E l e g a n c e revealed on the dancing floor,
each girl so delicate with their routines-
While the whole entire crowd demands for more,
they show superb effort as a WHOLE team.
DESTINY awoke with the “Final Five”,
group of girls chosen to come out on top-
For excellence did each one of them strive,
not once did their d e t e r m i n a t i o n stop.
The USA g y m n a s t i c s team won more
much earned gold medals than EVER before.
Olympic Mania
Date Written: August 30, 2016
Courtney
Daughter, mother, wife, poet
Daughter of Brenda Horne, Teresa Fowler, Steve Horne, William Stakelin, Ronald Biles
Lover of psychology, classic movies and poetry
Who feels grateful, scared and depressed
Who fears bugs, social situations and death
Who would like to see Laura Ingalls Wilder museums, Paris and Japan
Who resides in Orlando, Florida
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