You held my energies my heart beating in alignment with yours;
Yours truly, displeasures you corrupted your body pure;
I love you in spite of your imperfections your reckless cover;
Self-destruction callous ignoring your inter life’s beauty;
I care for you deeply, though you bring me demeaning;
You won’t stop yourself destruction ways;
You won’t stop misbehaving so I’ll just love you away ALWAYS!
6/24//23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ?2023
moments exist
in which a sudden pleasure
convey us forget
the displeasures of all hours...
A moment of bliss,
erases from memory
the pains of life...
That's why we yearn so much
for eternity,
though fleeting,
agreeable...!
Rein in those opportunities to criticize
Think of all the good things to be said
Remember to see through others’ eyes.
Or sometimes simply resort to sighs.
In disagreement, merely shake your head
Rein in those opportunities to criticize.
Be a bigger person, even if you must disguise
Displeasures weighing on you heavy as lead,
Remember to see through others’ eyes.
If you announce your woes, it’s seldom wise,
Sometimes they are better not to be read
Rein in those opportunities to criticize!
Is it that you get joy when someone cries?
How easily you could’ve another’s feelings fed
Remember to see through others’ eyes.
For being disagreeable you’ll win no prize,
Hatefulness and sharp words are best unsaid,
Remember to see through others’ eyes,
Rein in those opportunities to criticize.
Written December 5, 2022
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December 12, 2022
Then in the midst of wild excitement I did play
Among the trees and sapple grass
Bright with the spirit of a summer's day,
Wearing my youthful bliss outward
With dazzling smile and prancing step
And others to share the light awhile
Of a wondrous time in memory yet,
None were the sorrows that strain the heart
Or the waiting displeasures at every turn
Nor the desolate cries of the brain
From which I now yearn,
None, in the midst of my youthful song
When I ran through the dancing meadows,
Delighting in its ways.
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 1994.
I could honestly careless
Where the wind blows your heart
Wind blow it where it may
Through
Brambles and thorns
Dry grasses and weeds
Where worldly displeasures
Meet its pounding
To an end
Mother offers help and nurturing
Through life's hardships
Gain is mother's love
Comfort bestows my sweet mother
Hide my displeasures
Forgive my hurtfulness
Nurture and uplift my spirit, dear heart
Till death separates our hearts
I am the cheese that fed many
The bread that allowed others to starve
I am the warmth
That haunts the man without a home
I am the cold that comforts the ill
The sickness that drives individuals to want
I am the integrity that lays about a dawn
The wonders that plague this unforgiving world
The displeasures that inherit living
The doubt that recognizes
Where life can not go
I am the obvious
When your instincts tell you I am not
I am the sun set when the moon refuses to show
I am the whereabouts forgotten
When man has no place to roam
I am the home
The sculpture of belief alone
I am the mind set
When all further instincts are no more
I am imagination on a dreary day
I have become less fatigued
But I grow weary in many ways
I am laughter when quietness
Becomes too much, too harsh
I am the land, the swamp
The unappreciated marsh
I am the road, your path
The ultimate gasp
Indiscreetly I am you for a while
Smile, I am 22
And I miss dearly being a child
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