Nights awake dreaming
Restlessness stalks her victim
~ Convalescent home
It was bound to happen some day
Life somehow always turns out this way
If you haven't already heard the bitter news
Minnie 'n Mickey have checked into 'Last Breath Views'
They call the place a convalescent center
but you know it's for to die that mice enter
I'd like not to paint a picture so bleak
yet the Mouseketeers are circling the wagons this week
Annette Funicello, Dianne, and even Jimmy Dodd
seen 'em all actin' mighty k'vir and quite odd
So, if you'd like to wish M-'n-M a final goodbye
hustle on down to the 'Views' for one last cry
And darkest whispers
He hardly see his soul
And The darkest hour
She hardly feels her own
Dark whispers and darkness hour
Day and light produces elongated flowers
Where is the heart and is it beating
Father convalescent my thoughts
Father removed soften my heart
Give me the parts of you and dial in me beautiful
And delighted bright
A ditto of light
X marks the spot
Of my treasures blessed
And The darkest hour
She sees her Father
And in the light
He the man sees he's worth it
Engaged: She sees her own
He sees his soul
God brings them together
He makes them in Him beautiful
4/28/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
Wondrous…
Efficacy enhanced; potency proliferated;
Encyclopedia at fingertips concentrated;
Communication convalescent; multi-merchandised,
The universe, like a toy at infant’s hands, mesmerized...
Yet…
Psychic eccentricities; emotional erosion;
Disorientation; bedim in vision and mission;
Homes divided; globe compartmentalized, isolated,
Rhythm of cosmos, like music of broken lutes, muted...
10 February 2022
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Not a recent occurrence yet i'm recently forcing myself to it
“Keep moving forward” I say pushing myself through it
Pondering at the thought that one day my troubles will all disappear
For my longing for happiness has left me in despair
Lord free me from these deadly thoughts
Heal me, take away my inner pain
Lord help me find the peace that I sought out for
Get these negative things out of my brain
Stuck in my mind unable to differentiate thoughts from reality
Darkness swarms while i try to save my mentality
Pull me out of this hole..I beg yearning yet patient
I try Thinking of solutions,but my mind remains vacant
Waiting for the day the happiness in me becomes present
Hoping for the day that I am convalescent.
As you
go about
your journey
on this planet
you come
across things
you think
are permanent,
will last forever
But nothing does!
Everything fades away,
disintegrates into
the convalescent
extremities of the
duration of survival.
Great empires
are gone.
Life is short.
That's just
the way
it goes.
O' Tatted heart
often beating and sluggish starts
and muscle tis faults
clogged with hatred scarred with despair
there's no love there
blood that's clear
then turns to black hand held muscle filled
with much hatred
convalescent it's not
along with his mind
there's no trust smooth brain no wrinkles there thoughts-
provoke none, naught do care often guile hatred spins
in the soul of heart
condemning I stand afraid in the glimpse of not
I have a cold hard beating heart
1/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Romance is kindled
by fiery ashes dwindled
Cares not for anguish
wants to clear languish
Prepare for the searing
expectancy is cheering
Figure craves wholeness
restoring health focus
Connecting with deities
rejecting ancient theories
Replacing the torment
with ageless advent
Let us commence fasting
our creation everlasting
Intrepid
convalescent
spectacle glass eyes
Coral reef
terminal grief
cauterize
In disguise
skies
Inner planetary bodies blinking their eyes
9/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Summer’s almost over - that convalescent state
where successive modes of pleasure
were the order of the day.
Now fall commands awakening -
drive simplicity away! The hounds
of hell are yelping that it’s time to banish play.
They cry “forget unscheduled hours
that owned no share of care - the virtual halls
are scheduled and we’ll soon see you there.”
No apotropaic magic can delay my slated fate -
to pixelated halls of learning I must soon acclimate.
Echoes of the woman's tea-leaf warnings
bounce in my head...
I stare at the spilled apple sauce
all over my bed...
I watch the flickering TV in the convalescent home...
My pharmacy number is in my phone...
I dream in German but can't utter a word...
My memories blurred... My speech slurred...
Remember when we were blissful and unwed?
Why did you leave? Was it something I said?
My mind is not what it used to be...
I'm a rotting shell of stupidity...
Sky tinged with phosphorescence
Moon pale, convalescent
Incandescent lunar crescent
Adolescent lips meet in acquiescence
Hopes blaze, steamy flourescence
Hush! thy quiescent quintessence
Shy effervescence, her backdrop incalescence
Tumescence lurks too, fraught essence
In Love's Mirror of Evanescence
Between The Change
A convalescent waking on the first day of decision
I enjoy, wafting fragrance, as hot tea radiates morning air
But tomorrow, will bring the warmth, as does the springtime sun
5/28/2018
"Sijo" form poem for contest
Sponsor Heidi Sands
Hook:
Want that Oscar Myer wiener.
Not a pretender, a winner.
Far from a beginner.
Pure beef, put that ass to sleep.
They say the way to a man
Is his stomach
and he loves to eat.
Daddy loves to eat.
I wanna bring you the world
like the sky brings the rain.
Fire brings flame.
Love brings pain.
Life brings experience.
Listen close so you could hear this.
So you could hear this.
Check it out Daddy.
Like a house that became complete.
With a picket fence.
Like memories of the past.
Cause us to reminisce.
Like adulthood,
comes from adolescence.
Like growing from a youth
into a convalescent.
Like the opposite of sadness
Is fantastic.
Our love is a mystery
like Houdini's magic.
Like most new cars
come from the classics.
Like these words
from my heart
for you to receive this message.
for you to receive this message.
The
War was
won and life
was getting back
to normal once more.
To the convalescent
War hero in hospital
the sight and taste of a fresh ripe
banana was better medicine
than any pill he had been made to take.
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