The evening comes and goes,
as my thoughts drift to you.
You're a constant presence in my mind,
a memory that never fades.
You're aloof my abode,
yet my desire to be with you only grows.
I long for you, you know,
and wait on the edge of my seat
for your answer,
hoping it comes sooner than expected.
The lurking demons,
Lying deep down within me,
Strive against my good.
There is a cosmic reason
we’ll find greatness in every little detail
~ the universe in constant evolution
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Romance, a thing of the past
a shame it didn’t last
Kids’ constant crises did it in
Envious of other retirees
rekindling their old flames
while my kids’ crises sear my brains...
You have to play the hand you're dealt
~ though losing hands, forever felt
Lulu’s constant dysphoria took me down
She was known as downhearted all over town
She has been in mourning since 1962
Forlorn and miserable, is Little Lu.
I run from her sorrow others told me
But doesn’t that add to her misery?
Save yourself, my relatives said.
She is determined to be depressed until she’s dead.
Southern Rata (is a stunning Kiwi Tree)
Red or scarlet harlots instead...a bucolic frolic..
Tranches spread as if bulbous branches have gorgeously bled..
Overpowering flowering towers glimmer…fanciful fairytale shimmers showering...
Such vim...swim on a whim..sprouting on an outing from their pouting wooden limb....
A delight..refining..shining bright.. defining.. these bizarrely beautifully gnarly trees...
Crimson collage..insisting snarling tendril darlings..timber tentacles twisting…a magical mirage....
Marooned yet cocooned in a festooned lagoon...wouldn't barter anything…
To swoon at the miracle..spectacular boon of Southern Rata ...
I have seen you in pain,
And have also seen what others from it do gain,
I have seen you in joy,
And also how others around you, then, enjoy.
I have seen you in love,
When you hug her with the thought of Now,
I have also seen you cope,
All the odd situations you faced with hope.
I have seen you in my dream,
You are my cake’s sweet cream,
I have seen you everywhere,
Even when you had to go to – Nowhere.
I have seen you in my life,
With you holding both- Flower and Knife,
You are always with me,
I am always with you too!
they come with mirrors,
not to see themselves,
but to make you disappear.
you say the sky is blue,
they say it never was.
you say you're tired,
they say that you have slept.
you say they hurt you,
they say you begged for it.
they bend reality like Einstein,
grinning as you doubt your own memories,
your own breath,
your own name.
by the time you crawl away,
you aren't sure if you were ever whole,
or just another reflection
in their life of broken mirrors.
You will ever be as constant as change~
nothing will ever replace you in me.
Written for the contest: Write Two Beautiful Lines
Contest Judged: 3/4/2025 4:10:00 PM
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placement: 4th
WINTER’S BREATH IS A LAW OF CONSTANT PROPORTIONS
Dead the winter colors bland, non-conforming;
Winters colors bleak yet told brown, tan, and gold,
Deaden blanks the washed out colors alluring!
All things prominence dull passion so miss scold;
Marking the times dead comes and goes maturing;
O’ sleep nature’s vision winters pictures mold;
Forming still, presents of picture quest portions!
Death life seasons law of constant proportions!
2/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I'm been this road before
nothing new, simple
the view is normal and natural.
But, when people
moved, a sudden
change noticing.
Now, busy streets
more cars passing
new village built.
Really, change
is only constant
I'm caught unaware.
All I hear is constant noise,
I try my best to escape
Its always there.
Sadness is always at high acceleration
Causing all this deflation
All I hear is constant noise.
Sadness is like that earworm,
Most times it doesn't want to leave
Other times it reincarnates into another format
Its always there.
It follows you,
It threatens your life
You feel so caged,
Its always there.
Apathy meets and coldly cells and rounds me,
A warm smile ills none than shape perfect eights,
Abrupt shadows the wall chilled seemingly unmoved,
Bold shades lightly now a pool of brightness forming,
Basking moments restyling event the wholeness takes,
Bound to its duty to make a welcoming change so smooth,
Cast away those hours that forced your eyes shut,
Claim and conquer the juncture be the consequence makes,
Comes the time for eyes to feel the fullness of hospitable soothe,
Do justice to this righteous morning and fulfill your destiny whatnot,
Improved.
I hear the fainted voices scream at me at night demons swallow their pride go ahead and hide I rebuke you in this night for heaven's Pleasant present Glory conscious constant ever so awesome bright I stand before my father as he Embraces me snuggled covered through the night
There is a never-ceasing fountain
Found beneath the Master’s throne
And from beneath the holy mountain
Living water streams have flown
Oh, hear His call: “Come all ye weary
Eat and drink without a price”
Whatever ailment, pain or worry
His great mercy shall suffice
His streams of grace shall never falter
Those who trust in Him shall be
Like fertile trees by endless water
Fearing not when drought shall be
All sinners, come and choose salvation
Wash yourselves in His clean stream
Experience His restoration
He does more than we could dream
How precious is Your loving-kindness
From Your stream are we supplied
And from Your house’s pleasant goodness
Are Your people satisfied
There is a never-ceasing fountain
Found beneath the throne of grace
Beside His stream, upon His mountain
I have found my resting place
Inspired by Psalm 36:7&8 and Isaiah 55:1&2
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