I forgive you
all the pain caused
I know it's not your fault
all the bitter words you've said
the pain you've carried
your bitter heart frozen
day after day
a dark cloud over head
old hurt and
deep sadness
has brought
poison to your speech
the last of light gone
now darkness rules,
I can't see it,
I can't hear it,
but i can feel
the acid as it drips from your tongue
Fluent in passions tongue
suckles like loved lost found
six drips hit tongue fast
heart races eyes look past
She's here again bare torn and happy
She smiles when my lips past gently
Warming hearts beats of joy
feeling impulse turn slowly toy
slide into my mind
pull back slow
find out why
You let me
own
Your heart
flutters
home alone
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Like Misty Rains on Hills
Like misty rains on hills
My heart drips with a frill
At fall of every night,
Rocked by her memory
Lingering in my mind
Since fate snatched her from me.
writing
is
my
life & breath
I
live
to write poetry
and
creating is my soul
to take
my skill away
I will weep & die
for I must write poetry
my pen drips blood
if
I should die
will
my
words die
or will they live on
that
is a poets
dream
and one
must dream the dream
It is so blind, it saw eyes, mouths, bodies, feet
imploring it's paint, it's beggars land, stroked
by hand.
It's can, faceted as one gem, drips only you.
The brush peels back, stroke by stroke, layer
by layer, new always differed you.
Each canvas, some happy, some mad, still it's
always you, is to Regina's sun.
The brush of lips, still trembles it, invitingly...why?
Lips brush the stroke, you make the paint, wants why?
The canvas is always full of different you, asks it,
is it not?
Respectable mirror to try on in you..why not?
It laughs at it's self, seeing a growth on it, so boss.
The rose drips, it is painted to it's natural blush,
as it's meant to be.
It is a struggle between the rose and it's blush, it's
a grippe so tight, the colors run at times, on it..you
still laugh amused.
It just cannot, as much as passion flames it's eye,
be reduced to frame, you in the boring same tired,
eyes of it is.
When every woman is her, she a Queen.
Google poetry James McLain
When you are down with low mood
You can recover if you are shrewd
When someone discourages badly
No doubt he behaves very rudely
In case you accept discouragement
Your mind indulges in bad-Government
When you now face a severe loss
Great anguish let it not cause
Losses in life are of course common
Never worry about it truly great men
Just analyze the loss with concern
Take remedial steps by being stern
Every problem has a solution
So never develop confusion
When by anxiety you are hit
It makes you sit feeling unfit
Depression aggravates trouble
Making mood bad and terrible
Hope and optimism and dynamism
Perpetuate finely sacred enthusiasm.
lush lawn grass glitter
with pristine diamond dust ---
sunshine sweeps softly
12 March 2022
Soma nectar drips, spewing bliss
We’re but a receptor
Voids within fill, nothing amiss
Gifts of The Creator
Bliss explosion within
Bursts forth upon our skin
Go in, hermit, go in
Heightened rapture grips
Soma nectar drips
09-November-2021
Quietus
Drips of Tears'
There I was alone
In a dark place far from home
Crying...
Pleading...
Afraid with my heart bleeding...
Will you take my hand
Dry these tears
or leave me alone with the man in the mirror
Suddenly
I hear in the distance
Shadows lurking whispering in the night
Errupting my deepest fears
as
Timid silence lingers about
I'm
In a room of emptiness filled with doubt
Restless was a mind dreaming of sleep
laying in bed with torment
Hoping and praying these demons I will defeat
Dismembering every wicked thought
That ever came near me
Inside creeping
affecting and turning my mind almost blind
Distorted by history...
A nightmarish scar
Still
I know that I have the strength to make it back home
Without fatal injury or alarm!!!
~ incessant tinkling of wind chimes in a placid zephyr...what a sound! ~
Date written: 11/23/2020
salient sun spill
rusty rays; rips
cremating callous comfort
lusty earth bought
felon face fiery
puking punctured pulses
soles' rhythmic skip
hoisted heat drips
bruised limbs' lip
disabled earth drown
dancing dust: clown
cupped'n vying vow
earth's plight pulls
passion into pool.
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Red, drips blood,
more velvet than a rose.
Soaks, seeps, drenches drawn souls,
rippling, waves of agony echo,
cries of pains unheard.
Whispering shivers,
through poor souls they nag,
blades rip apart, bleed the blood,
soak innocent thoughts.
Hurt, hurt, and more hurt,
reverberations so strong -
for red drips blood,
out of a shattered soul.
blazes summertime
a solid, acid rock melts
drips like a pebble
7/22/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Straight down the glass chased drops of rain,
rolled in wet wet drips down the pane.
Despair sat, sat and watched the glass,
glanced through, then saw drips drip again.
Thoughts stopped, thought of nought;
the soul cold, cold and dead as lead,
sold by hope, numbed unfed.
Despair sat, sat and watched the glass,
drop with drop fused then ran.
Self sorrowed, inward turned:
heart bruised and holed, holed to leak
life dripped to leave it weak.
Despair sat, sat and watched the glass,
droplet chains ran down in chase and streak.
Turned from love the soul did cast
itself upon itself aghast.
Softly laughing light then streamed
into a watered orchard, droplets gleamed.
Joy danced with water beads upon the glass,
warmed despair dispersed as wisps of dream.
Hope broke through the pane to shine,
outstared despair and gazed, amazed.
Heart in hope was found refreshed
and drank delight from moistened leaves.
Soul in hope looked through the glass
at paradise on earth unmasked.
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