The storm had collected all the boats,
And cast them broken on the shore,
Split timber, nothing floats,
Hulls torn wide to the core.
So calm now, the land had fallen to grieve,
No footsteps from the destruction,
Nothing left, heavy hush, no one to retrieve,
Waves move in and begin reconstruction.
Each tide takes a little more ground,
Another piece the sea rearranged,
Shoreline shifts without a sound,
Everything has changed.
Soon all will wash away,
Sand will act as emery,
Nothing left to decay,
No trace, no memory
Warmth finds its rest in the hush of your keeping,
Stretching its limbs ‘neath our woven shelter,
Toes curling shy where the blanket loosens:
Soft in the shadow.
I gather nearer the heat you harbour,
Folding my breath into yours in silence,
Learning the shape of the dark between us:
Closer than speaking.
I find in today's world,
books and readers are missing.
Where have the readers gone?
Why are books so unattractive?
Could it be the style of writing or even their covers?
Years ago many would share their books with friends,
telling them the book was a must read.
Does the book hold the reader,
or does the reader hold the book?
The style of book needs to entice the reader to read,
starting with a catchy and colorful cover.
Yes, the beauty of any book,
is in the reader's eye to behold and enjoy reading.
Totally unable to create
anything with so many
ads i upgraded to lifetime
only to be able to turn off
unwanted ads Indeed I'm
patient enough to wait
unwanted ads just can't
be forever they just can't
A silent cry never heard, a tear shed without a single word, You'll only see her smile.
A fragile heart filled with scars, bruised and beaten and Simply marred. You'll only see her smile.
Shadows and nightmares consume her thoughts, the demons prey her soul is lost. You'll only see her smile.
Stitched together with Lies and sweet words, a silvertongued devil to try and sooth the burns. You'll only see her smile.
Behind the color of her eyes lies the inner pain disguised, bury the hurt deep inside. You'll only see her smile.
Only bent but never broken, softer words never spoken. You'll only see her smile.
I thought i was strong but the word "sorry" still brought tears to my eyes
When i thought i finally made it then i would fall and break like never before
Healing was even more painful
Bits and pieces of my heart were sewn together
I trusted that everyone around me understood what i was going through
I trusted that they would keep my secrets and give me a shoulder to lean on
But why was i left more broken than before
I used to think being strong was holding on
But even tough stones break
I thought keeping it to myself was avoiding to break peoples hearts
but instead i broke my own heart trying to prove a point
Why is forgiving so easy while forgetting is so hard
Why do i still dwell in the past as if i would get a price if i changed things then.
Alas it is the curse of those who must
Write their dreams alone in passing dust
Never knowing when they came and went
Staid within a shadow’s breadth and length
Soft breezes carry off the whispered lies
A passion never lived so slowly dies
Its dreams written alone in passing dust
Deny the death of passion for they must
Sweet sentiments stir softly between lovers
Whispering winds woo the weeping willow’s limb
Love and warmth linger between the crisp covers
No longer walking along death’s scary rim
Moonlight moments in midnight’s dewy druthers
Silken strands of starlight illuminate him
Sonnet of love in romantic language spun
Tapestry of lovers, two hearts beat as one
Oh I found myself embraced
in the everlasting arms
~
My soul He's so covers me, He covers me
My eyes where closed now there're open wipe shut
~
My sins and sorrows laid on the cross
He covers me
My eyes teary
~
He covers me
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
fleeting miracles
accumulating blessings
Jesus covers me
11/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
May you and your children
Rest and sleep in peace
Sweet sleep, sweetest sleep
As our soul wills,
As our covers us still
Thorough throughout a top and bottom
God covers
God covers us
All He covers us with His hedge of protection
He keeps us straight in His right direction
Our Father is surrounding
Our Father is surrounding
He’s surround me and you
Our Father covering
Our Father is covering
He’s ever so covering me and you
09/9/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
If you are in New York City
Where smog makes the air not so pretty
And a manhole cover explodes in the air
Run as fast as you can, get out of there!
These covers weigh three hundred pounds, these bad boys!
You will hear them pop off, for they make an incredible noise.
They can explode up to two stories high in the sky.
If they hit you on the head, you surely will die.
Fear always
Covers
Weaked people.
Doing
Wrong things
To other people.
Fearing
About their revenge.
Saying
Daily ,
"One day
They will pay
Us
Back
And we will
Feel
The same
Pain.
So hard to stop doing
Wrong
Things to good
People who always
Portraying
Love.
So hard to love
Good people
The same as
They love them.
When Jesus Christ said ,"
Generation of the snakes."
Weaked people did not stop
Their wrong plans.
They ended up killing Him
To be satisfied.
Satisfaction of weaked people
Is to eat wrong things daily
And fearing their damages
Mostly.
It is
Sounding silly
But it is the reality.
May 14/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Berkeley fog
covers the city at dawn -
cool summertime
Daylight
yet under a brooding cover
night sleeps on
dark-eyed in its lightless limbo.
Many are dead this day,
dead to the waking world.
They lay their lives down
on a churned-over ground
wounded by a lingering dark.
What to do
shall we shake em,
wake em?
No, God forbid!
They are still barefoot
in an endless dream.
If we stir them
their eyes will be milky
and swirl as lonely
as any-time lost cosmos...
those still sleeping
may be cranky and cross,
most unforgiving
to we the hardly living.
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