When my batteries run low
My cogs screech, the spinners
And my eyes grow dimmer
And I'm walking numb
When my batteries run low
Their double A selves
Marked with gold and black positives
Or silvery white negatives
A living ying and yang
For the future, past, and present
When my batteries run low
The water evaporates me
And overwhelms me dearly
And I'm living numb
When my batteries die low
Wielded
like a
loaded gun
His phone
was thrusted
forth
Proof
of what
I knew
was false
Refusing
all
discourse
Armed
with but
an empty
tweet
Chosen
by a
bot
His mind
was trapped
inside a myth
Whose fiction
dearly
— bought
(Rosemont College: April, 2025)
I will never ever stop missing you
I will simply learn to live
Keeping you inside myself
The huge void that your absence has left
I will be missing you dearly
I'm looking you among the stars
Searching you the shell among the sand
Finding the pure rose among the flowers field
In dreams, I wish we will see and meet
In reality, hoping one day you'll be mine.
I love you dearly, in ways your little foibles can never deny,
With your laugh, your smile, the bright twinkle in your eye.
But when I see your clothes strewn all askew,
Perhaps the smitten, has bitten off too much to chew!
The dishes pile up, the socks are everywhere.
The clutter expands to chaotic mayhem in which I despair.
Your shoes live like vagrants, begging on the stairs.
Your papers, like confetti, cast litter over tables and chairs.
So here's my plea, my love, a fear I must confess.
I love you dearly, but not your lovely mess!
So let's tidy up together, or hire a helping hand!
While rocking, rolling, jiving to our favorite band.
For while messiness is a sign, they say, of a creative mind,
Mindless mess does not feed my mind to be creative in kind.
“ “
Quote
raised,
aware
of silence
in the red-eyed night,
morning likewise in quietude
until the incessant dirge of Poe, the bells bringing
down the house, and in the garden, an eagle…
…throws its wings around the tombstone’s shoulders
It's near suppertime
will you be mine
would you come and dine with me
Love not searching for it
Life so metaphoric
together you and I
Love not searching for it
Can't look for what you already have
Let me state this very clearly
Woman sincerely
I love you dearly
Love not searching for it
Can't look for what you already have it
Come closer to me may I taste your lips
Let me state this very clearly
Woman sincerely
I love you dearly
Written words & Arranged music by
Alton Adkins James Edward Lee
James Edward Lee Alton Adkins
I am wanting so much to kiss your thin lips so deeply.
I find myself here simply missing you oh so dearly.
I'm longing for your body to be against mine desperately.
I was physically born, July 1937
My meaningful life started June 1959, when I took Patricia Ann as my dearest wife.
My meaningful life ended 1:25 a.m., October 10, 2023, with her passing.
Patricia, is at another place, our spiritual place, where we will soon be together again. May the journey be swift as my time here isn’t enough, without her.
Memories can’t satisfy my grief as her touch isn’t there for me.
Together… Forever.
I love you dearly
In a very, special way;
Heavenly sincerely
Evidence it’s so clear
I love you dearly
Your Father knows it’s real;
So we feel
That it is Okay
Ever so it’s clearly
In a warm and quiet way
I am ever thank-ful
For you upon this day
I love you dearly
Your Father knows it’s ever so real
Yes! Really, dear
That it is Okay
That I feel this way
I love you dearly
In a very, special way;
Heavenly sincerely
Evidence it’s so clear
I love you dearly
Your Father knows it’s real;
So we feel
That it is Okay
12/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
from anthology " a Place 4 Her Heart "
"Stars don't shine, they burn",
so is the twinkle in your eyes.
You, born to sparkle, glisten in life
stand out from the crowd,
predestined pride.
Sheltered from birth,
for not all were meant to witness your soul.
You, of honour and determination,
ambitious with precision,
soar dear child.
May goals align, 'til Kingdom come,
protect your pearls,
passion flows from pure intent.
Remain a child of scrutiny,
"be careful who you happen to"
and last but not least,
go be who you're destined to be.
22 December 2022
"Feel Free" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
inspired by quotes of Delia Owens
Dearly loved;
Beloved-
you are dear to the heart of God you are loved;
Ever are we I am you are;
Beautiful-
Wonderfully made;
You are I am we are polish vessel ;
Hybrid cascade;
Filled with purest Waters of Heaven;
I am chosen I am;
Beloved-
I am dear;
Loved revered;
I am valued I am prized sincere;
I am loved;
Just a man, a happen stance;
Qualified;
Opened eye my heart sees,
God's plan I sit at the Father's feet;
His fragrant frankincense myrrth, so sweet;
Dearest one, dearest heart sweet admired;
Precious darling fellow worshiper of God's desire;
You are adorned forever more;
Revered cherished I honor;
Beloved -
That, that you are my heart's darling;
Sweet than the purest rains, Heaven drops;
You are God's heart darling;
Beloved -??
7/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
out of nowhere
i see you
tears in your eyes
you decide to come and knock
i let you in
i give you a hug and just keep it there because
no words spoken
no drinks poured
we just sit and you let go and be free
the peace and the quiet is your benevolent bubblebath right now
pink bottle images consume you with gentle understanding
i cut all the lights off to make the vibe float till weightlessness
i then slowly wipe the remaining tears from each side of your face,
preparing you for the next round
your favorite pillow is where you left it last
your favorite throw blanket is where you always caught it first
i begin to sing the words to your favorite song
your favorite scent fills the air of your favorite feeling
i am blessed to have become your favorite friend
rest easy hon.....the feeling is mutual......
Blow me a kiss in the wind
Let your heart hold my hand
For I miss you so very much
My mood is blue my soul is crushed
My purple pen spills ink for blood
A sacrifice still not enough
To bring you back my true love
Memories of you sweet like fudge
Spill on white pages as I write
My hope to make my day bright
If the only way we reunite
In poems in songs in dreams at night.
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