So she thought she chose the man of her heart
But he walk away old did he part
Walls of dessertion
This man left his wife
Packed up and walked away started a new life
He was into her yet not into her he was a liar and a thief
Mentally and physically he beat her down he was a false sweet
So she allowed him to stay away
She fell on her heart and prayed
And she asked her Father Why?
She fell for the wrong guy
This man was so not worth it
So she allowed him to leave
As she stayed away as she continue to breathe
behind the wall of desertion
2/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
There once was a fellow lived in Pakistan
Who married a woman from Afghanistan
She refused the veil
He said "what the hell?"
And went off to join up with the Taliban.
written July 28, 2021
To hold you again is my greatest desire,
To see in your eyes that which attracted me
The first time.
Al my dreams are wrapped up in your life.
All my hopes are waiting for you to realize
I love you.
I can’t concentrate because you’re on my mind
I can’t relate to anyone who isn’t
Just like you.
I need you now more than I ever have before
I need you now, and I have to let you go so you can
Love another.
Written when my ex notified me 6 weeks after our wedding he was leaving for another, 1989.
An Invocation
Owusu Ansah!
He birthed water
it retained its wetness
the water was not licked
dry.
Break your wooden confines!
Get out!
Get off!
Get up!
Shake off the
Pincers,
the vein grippers.
Come Back!
Madam,
they go deaf,
that is the price
they pay
for desertion.
They cannot hear
or won’t hear.
Suddenly!
A warm moving mass
of agility. Passion. boundless energy
becomes
STIFF. COLD. UNMOVING. ALIEN.
Barren fields of mind-expanding,
within eyes dusty…
Forever dreaming oasis,
with winds howling cold.
Ringing sounds of silence,
tiresome travelling step by step…
Deceiving thirst occupied by illusions,
of fermenting thoughts standing still.
Demanding deserts daunting,
within daylight defiant…
Barren fields amidst broken hearts,
of lost souls sacrificed.
Silhouettes of sands blowing,
forgotten images thru endless time…
Storms of sorrow-drowning,
amongst whirlpools wandering.
...this is what I call a '360 backward reversible'...can be read backwards and in reverse.
Sept.22.2018
I Wander The Desert Alone
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
N/A for contest
I can taste
Words you haven't yet spoken,
Violent betrayals preordained
To ooze over my blistered throat.
Broken promises,
Pinkies entwined
While future fingers fade.
I can taste
Jokes you haven't yet told,
Our precious snapshots
Aired out for your friends.
Cackling hyenas,
Jackals tearing moments
She and I both revered.
Her poetry makes you laugh now;
I can only imagine
How mine will.
I can taste
A relationship you haven't yet ended,
The final echoes of sanity,
"Where's the old you,"
Bated breaths being eaten alive-
Sucked into the maw
Of all the darkness
I can taste.
The poor lady was waiting
On a stripped mouldy street
Her feeble lungs were panting
For drops of moisture
She trembled with broken sob
She was not a bird
Her broken heart took wings
Just to give a newborn kiss and hug
She was waiting
Shivering in hunger
Deserted as a graveyard
In bloodcurdling desolation
She fell in with an incessant emotion
Love is a bland name.
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