I was listening to some songs of love
On my way home from work
It was dark
And cold
I just had my little phone flashlight
No coat
And about two miles of hills ahead of me
And it turns out
When you ride your bike
In the cold
With songs of love
And at night
They turn into songs of tragedy
With about two miles ahead of you
But then I looked up at the sky
And I saw the stars
And I remembered
That it was okay, actually
And that I had chosen this
So unless you can look up and see the stars
Don't go riding at night
In the cold
Listening to songs of love
With about two miles ahead of you
Categories:
coatless, dark, loneliness, love, music,
Form: Free verse
Mallards sleepily dabble
in a smudge of water.
Then an emerging sun flares
from its coatless face.
Like dipping ducks,
muddy shadows dive
under mounds of stalky flotsam.
Vista’s crack open
their levees of light.
Categories:
coatless, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
focus bonus
open soulless
hopeful bonus
focus coatless,
homeless-hopeless
9/2/19
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
coatless, analogy, angst, anxiety, caregiving,
Form: Footle
A Rainy April Day
Like rolling pebbles on rooftops,
Gentle thunder welcomed a gentler rain;
The Lord gave a coatless Easter, but knew
Emerald grass and foliage thirst, so
Waited ‘til Friday morning,
To send a book-reading soft rain.
How silent it sounded as it fell,
How peaceful was the day
Of the mellow April rain.
Categories:
coatless, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse
Hold me just a little tighter
run your fingers through my thinning hair
whisper all your deepest secrets
let's make loneliness disappear
don't drift away before the stroke of midnight
I don't want our day to end
cherish our once upon a time
for with you everyday is perfect
my dearest my friend
forgive me if I'm distant
and mind seems many miles away
it's trying to map out a future
and how you can forever stay
delve inside me dear
deep past the kisses and words
wrap yourself around my being
listen closely
let that inner-child be heard
create candy-floss moments with me
jump in muddy puddles and run coatless in the rain
not caring about tomorrows
throwing out the window
that we have to act prim, proper, or plain
take my hand
walk with me along the seashore
past the drifting and blowing sands
into the never ending sunset
you be my woman
I will be your man
Categories:
coatless, love,
Form: Rhyme
Sleighbells ring are you kidding?
In the lane sun is shining
It's a beautiful sight, I'm coatless tonight.
Walking in the southern Christmas air.
In the meadow we will build a manger.
In the south they aren't a stranger.
We're happy tonight when we see the sights.
Walking in the southern Christmas air.
On the highways you'll see a hay sculpture
We pay to take a decorative light tour
We're happy tonight when we see the lights.
Walking in the southern Christmas air.
Walking in the southern Christmas (warm) air.
Sung to the tune of Walking in a Winter Wonderland.
Everyone is invited to add a verse or improve mine.
Sara Kendrick helped me write this one. Thanks, Mom!!
Categories:
coatless, funny, holidaychristmas, happy, christmas,
Form: Lyric
It's another Sunday morning
Coffee's drunk and breakfast's down
The kitchen hearth's a bed of coals
And the cat is warm and round
There's dishes in the washer
And the day is gettin' on
It's not exactly coatless
But it seems the wind is gone
So we'll take a walk together
Down the dirt road through the woods
And by the time we get back home again
We'll both be feelin' good
The sun on Sunday mornin'
Is a blessing that we take
To taste Spring air and know we're there
In this heaven that we make
The humming birds are coming
For the days are warmin' up
The coffee pot's not empty yet
I'll just pour another cup
Categories:
coatless, nature
Form: Ballad