Contently Poems

A Wilderness of Mirrors

I wake up in a room full of mirrors,
a funhouse of distortion
where reality is blurred.
I gasp, for in one of the mirrors,
I see a young version of me—
rocking and singing a lullaby
to my newborn baby girl,
with a full head of dark hair.
By my side, a little boy with blue eyes and blond hair—
a million-dollar family.
Sighing contently, I hold them close to me.

A muffled sound—sobbing—is heard in the distance,
the sound alarmingly familiar.
The mother sobs uncontrollably,
her graying hair and lines on her face
reveal a much older version of myself,
clutching to her heart
a picture of a beautiful, brown-eyed girl with dimples.
In the mirror, she reads: RIP.

The mirror doesn’t lie.

Peace

My Husband Is Preparing Our picnic.

Filling The Oversized Wicker Basket With Blankets And Fresh Fruit .

I Smell Coffee

I Hear Laughter

I See Smiling Children

I Feel Happy 

The Sun Peaks From Behind The Picture-Perfect gleaming white clouds
 
Clear And Crisp And Still Is The Sky. 

The Weather is illuminating Warm On My Skin, Yet Moments Between Is a Softening Breeze, so Fresh as I Contently Inhale  

A Completed Schedule,
An Empty Diary, Our Calendar Blank, and No Reason to Leave 

Fuzzy Minds Set Free,  

Thoughts clear

Not a single person or somebody else to please

Inner Peace

A day I  often dream about, stars I have every night upon wished, for us to  simply be together and sit beside the most beautiful seaside

 as a family.

As your wife.

As their mother 

As a person whose life in that moment felt fulfilled

A Ewe and Her Two Small Lambs

Early spring field and scattered daffodils,
Framed in by the ethereal green hills.

Sun sweet warmth falls behind and tries to gain
As gray clouds drift, a calming sprinkling rain.

Under the dappled shade of the tall free
Laden with rich white blooms Bradford pear tree

A wooly ewe milking her small lambs, lie
Contently tucked resting until clear sky.

Baa-baa, scamper, and leap among the field
Awaiting time as mama made them yield.

3/17/2024

Winter Magic

I beheld amidst the baleful sky,
a single snowflake falling gently
startling white against the slaty gray.

The crystal alit with cushioned sigh
upon your lips and sat contently;
you, too cold for it to melt away.

Rested long upon that ruby scar
did that winter's magic falling star.

Mushroom Tales

Mushrooms push up their caps
in a cow meadow.
The bovine dung adds that umami taste,
it's the Glutamate, that relishes and beguiles.

The cows don't eat the button mushrooms,
but as they graze, they may scoop some
into their contently chewing mouths.

I think these thoughts in a steak restaurant,
while adding Worcestershire sauce to my oxtail soup.
Mushroom will be arriving on this white linen
tablecloth
soon.

Regrets

Are you truly happy
Happy with your choices and life
Do you have regrets
Consuming, running rife

Are you happy with “you”
Do you like the who you are
Or is your inner turmoil
Keeping happiness afar

At the end of your days
Will you look back and contently sigh
Knowing you made the most of this life you had
Or sigh sadly consumed with regrets …..before you die!

Now and Then

Think what you might of had
You had scurvy, big toes the size of your defeat

Think what you might of had
Passing through a portal of cidal haunts
A car of my dreams all paid and cream

What we always had
Inkering heart to fight for fairness and freedoms art
When the Earth sighed and we all held our breathe
Opening air of nights burnt and sounds  Peoples boozed hope
Verifying fermented truth

Did it all float away
Or we just survive better in spheres of silence victories sung only by finches and sparrows
Back to the cave some have run
But more fight to keep each other in sight
No laws but one sight one breathe and a team
It's about winning through laurels and promise
What is news is slight of hand
A jester a pawn
The tired his song
The end should linger
In posed thought and absent trigger fingers
Which lie is closer
To follow what you believe
A life carved  hollow but contently rests upon the dusty shelf

My Atlantic Sky

Contently I gaze
upon marshmallowry fluff
formations floating 
pass my daydreamy mind-space
of rapturous enchantment...













*Inspired by peaceful cloud watching....

Smile For a While

Allow me to fondly smile for a while.
Often the sun entices me
To hold on tight to 
What I want life to be.

Allow me to sadly smile for a while.
Often the sky reminds me
To hold on tight to
The memories we made.

Allow me to contently smile for a while.
Often this town tells me
To hold on tight to
What I hope the future may be.

Allow me to happily smile for a while.
Often this scenery reminds me
To hold on tight to
The humor we shared.

The Ewe

She nestles in pastures long and green.
She chews the cud, looks so serene.

Her lips meet as she rests from her lunch.
She smiles contently and continues to munch.

She tilts back her head and inhales fresh air,
Twitching her ears with a dreamy eyed stare.

No matter the weather, sunshine or cloud,
No matter life's volume, quiet or loud,

Her tranquility glows. Somehow watching her
Brings a calmness to me while she's lying there.


Written 7th March 2022

Peace

his cabin is hidden
beneath purple tinted mountains 
lost in it's own beauty
reflecting from the rivers
raging waters
and the firs coolness
he stays to himself
living contently, harmonious

My Weathered Porch

I rock contently on my weathered porch
where the evening's breeze carries a melody
of peaceful notions
like the fluttered feathers of birds before they fly
where I join the tranquil yearning's of my spirit
and listen to the warm inviting tones of the world
in an evening's sunset of silent journeys and reflection
with pictures created by yesterday's deeds
and tomorrow's wishes

I'll journey with each picture
with a quiet understanding of what was and what is
while I'm wrapped in a setting sun
that dances on the tips of waves
rushing onto the shore of my thoughts
made by the crushed days of my life
where the only sound I hear
is the soft creaking of my chair
as it rocks back and forth
on the weathered porch of old age
where I invite life's incoming tide of timeless wonder
before the sun sets and the night of my days
carries me to an eternal sleep

11/20/21

Farewell To Summer

F  orming leisure into priceless summer memories
     A  round campfires and backyard bar-b-ques
     R  equires little but long days of June’s welcome sunshine
     E  ventful gathering of July’s sunsets in blazing hues
     W  hile we linger to watch the August night ignite the stars
     E  veryone contently wrapped in summers warm cloak
     L  oving week-ends of mountain paths and lakeside swims
     L  uscious scents of roses, lilies and brief gentle rains

     T  ranscends our senses as days fall towards September rites
     O  n summer winds come Autumns chilling quick breath

     S  urrounded with lush gardens of ample harvest baskets
     U  nder umbrellas shaded canopy our final days of vacations
     M  arking the end of summer as we swim against the transition
     M  asking the shorter days with the last pitch of our tents
     E  xperience finally the first fog laced mornings of webs with dew
     R  esisting the final farewell to summer as Autumn colors wave

10-3-2020
Farewell to Summer
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

Autumns Tree- -

Autumns Tree

balmy, wavy, dancing
contently autumns tree acknowledges me
still strong alive...


wind insistently
bends branches
fall colored leaves trees



10/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
LUNE POETRY TYPE
3/5/3 Words Count
5/3/5 Syllable Count


10/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Contently Married

I won't let happiness be my idol,
but it doesn't mean that I have it not.
Committed love is my ultimate goal,
and having one husband is quite a lot.

Perhaps there will be an alluring glance
from an enticer, seeming without flaw.
Not for the love of another romance,
will I ever break God's Covenant law.

My happiness is not all about me;
my title's revered above emotions.
My job is to care for my family
as wife and mother, my deep devotions.

As an example of Christ's sacrifice,
a good husband lives to die for his wife.
Like the Church body, submission's her price
and she does it willingly with her life.*

I take to the grave my matrimony,
by God's grace, set apart in holiness.
For this is my earthly testimony,
a working to mature a Christ-likeness.

With devout contentment I choose to live,
with an enduring competition of
which dear companion can greater forgive
and which prized better half can longer love.


*Ephesians 5:22-25

10-11-19

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