Never break the heart of a kind man with New Moon Leo,
Never break his Rising conjunct asteroid Child ego.
Never break the spirit of a Fixed Big Three individual.
Beware your saviours.
But why bother learning now?
Indulge yourselves some dignity, best give up and lie down.
It's what you wanted.
Don't dare ask why or how.
Built empires off your backs you simply furnished them a crown.
One fix the other.
And all you get is broke.
Short-changing you maintains their float so in their debt you drown.
she's a reprimand
in sight
british in american
no flights
the runaway holds the mold
speaking of witches
exploiting the no
turnaround and shes her ugly
misplace vowel in assembled
stance to task
her brothers blanketing his stash
demoralized and torn
its already early and she'd never show
speaking in my houses
blue horn irish muse
want of den's forgotten
harlot attempts the dew
wasted station of armies
stagnant collars and door
left handed chalks
whites hurdles will roar
Photographs fixed in fixative curse memories to fade,
As they are too true and static, starkly black and white.
Recalling a snap-shot, not how you want your memories made.
Each scene fixed in time, ever fading thereafter, in the light.
We want our memories to age gracefully, not fade,
Embellished by fuzz that blurs the lines to soft and warm,
With wishful thinking blotting out the bad bits made,
Enhancing the good bits, to pride of place in the reform.
The ghosts hanging on the wall, now growing pale,
Are not ghosts at all, for ghosts are living apparitions.
That change, as our memories change their every detail.
We want our memories to grow, not to have fixed positions.
In fading photographs of loved ones and scenes we find,
Unwanted forgotten memories, not what we had in mind.
Beneath the stars my heart awoke
You fixed the parts that once were broke
So now my heart is born anew
I owe this glory all to you
The shimmer of those lustful eyes
The luster of those moon lit skies
The rapture of one blissful kiss
No better medicine than this
These moments that I love so much
The simple pleasure of your touch
That wondrous joy once begotten
That broken heart long forgotten
An ornament fell
Quickly to the floor
An angel object
She holds a lantern
Held held high in her hand
When the angel fell
The lantern came off
When the angel fell
I grabbed the scotch tape
Now the angel fixed
She is good as new
New shingles refresh a roof,
a sagging ceiling drywalled,
a cracked window repaired,
a busted door reinstalled.
When cooler heads do prevail,
arguments can be resolved.
But words of anger and hate,
once spoken can’t be recalled…
You never gave me a
Chance to be a mom.
You took that away from Me
Before I could even
Be a mom.
Or were you scared
That I would be better mom
Then you ever were?
That I would be the better mom
You never were to me?
So you took that away
From me.
Ripping my heart out.
And ripping her out of my arms.
Wanting her for yourself
So you can make her
In your own image.
Make her like you
So she can fit in your
Perfect little family.
Some like to gaze at stars;
I stare instead at you.
Compared to how you glow,
They sparkle like the moon.
You light my inner darkness;
Your power shines so bright.
You hold the whole night sky
On shoulders blazing tight.
You raise each crimson sun
With arms of strength and trust.
On you I place my faith
You’ll break the dawn from dusk.
You flood me with fresh oxygen,
Exhale my every breath.
My molecules are vivified;
You love me Life from Death.
I’m fully formed when we embrace.
Your beauty’s growing on my face;
All imperfection is erased.
Some choose to gaze at stars at night,
But I’m transfixed by You.
I could put a robot to disgrace,
Not a part of me that hasn't been,
Stitched,
Fused,
Wired,
Or replaced!
Now the next thing to do,
Is rewire my brain.
My granddaughters' puts mine to shame!
Perhaps an IQ or two,
Stuffed into an ear.
Oh my!
Watch out!
The hearing aid is in there!
I know the AI's are all about,
Perhaps we could find a used one,
With less mileage,
And I could switch out!
There was one ceiling fan chain
It was short hanging down
The short one controlled the light
So I pondered an idea
I bought a small dream catcher
Attached it to the short chain
Reaching for the pull chain
That was hard to reach
~ Temptations rising thoughts are subsiding heart is fixed my mind's on Jesus ~
5/5/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Since it rains outside
asleep and absent the time
I sleep sans fixed hour...
A worker's plight
In a big factory
To lower the head and work for hours
Cannot see, cannot hear, cannot gossip, cannot interfere
Just like an instrument
In an instrument box
Seated a fixed place
Do a fixed job
Waited to be taken out
Or else become useless
The ruby rose that I once knew
was graceful, mild, and oh so sweet.
I put down roots near her and grew
to understand she was discreet.
Though in her garden all seems well,
the ruby rose that I once knew
has secrets that she hates to tell.
Her lovely petals hide what’s true.
I learned too well what would ensue
when one disturbs her garden’s bed.
The ruby rose that I once knew
took wrong one simple thing I said.
I got too close to what she’d hid.
Revealing thorns, she pierced me through
and all for nothing wrong I did!!
The ruby rose that once I knew.
Dedicated to a poetry mentor from long ago
Nov. 16, 2021
For the 'Rose' Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
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