We warmed the bench with cold stares,
holding onto yesterday’s glass of champagne.
A boy cried somewhere,
loosening his grip on a balloon
that slipped into a sky that never looks back.
Should I pity a crying child,
or an adult swallowing storms in silence?
“I should go,” she said, and
I found my hand reaching for hers,
like a child clinging to his mother
as she nears the grocery counter too soon,
hoping time would stall,
hoping something small could still be saved.
But some things are no-brainers,
inevitable as gravity,
the balloon has flown,
belonging now to no one,
or maybe to everything but us.
The child stopped crying
when his mother placed a bar of chocolate
into his waiting hands.
And I envied him,
because how does a child receive sweetness after sorrow,
while an adult is handed a weapon
and told to be brave instead of held?
No chocolate, no comfort,
just something sharp enough
to silence the trembling.
I guess that’s why
I stand where I stand,
not as someone to be soothed,
but as someone to be used.
I guess
I really am
His favorite soldier.
A shabby shoebox on a shelf,
Lizards home have made for themselves
In the old box where sun motes dwell
And laid eggs inside gentle shells;
They waltz through scary shining days,
Hidden in a privileged haze,
Slight touch on the box and they`ve flown
To come back the next sizzling dawn.
Flewn, flown, float
sit back relax
while we
watch tv
on this cruise.
On this yacht we
white ships and cruises
those boats
let the wind
lead us there.
What can we explore ?
whilst writing poems
and sing and dance
as the ship sets free.
Those thoughts flow
just like the ones
conjoined by rivers
and beaches and lakes
don't get caught by the snaked.
Those smiles and laughs, those wild, irrational cries,
The ease of trusting all the souls around,
That prompt, sweet nod to check parental eyes—
Were these not graces with which I was crowned?
I lived in moments, free from heavy weights.
I did not label things as good or bad.
Was I designed for punishments or fates?
Could I be truly, deeply grave or glad?
I did not judge. I did not loathe or hate.
Each soul could trust and fully lean on me.
No one within my circle was too great.
In my calm presence anyone felt free.
Have guileless blossoms withered as I’ve grown?
Far from my own true self, has my soul flown?
I think I know what’s happened
in the years which have flown by
we have had times for laughter
and times we had to cry
We’ve had hellos and had goodbyes
new friends found, and old ones lost
Lots of memories here to keep
but as always, there is a cost
Some we loved, no longer here,
we think of them every day
we held them, and we loved them,
but we knew they could not stay
And so we think about them
as another year does fly
and drink a toast to their memory
and again, we say goodbye.
Bob Moore 2024
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
A cavernous emptiness
A rolling sea
A flicker of light
Like somebody's home
Or a sign that says,
“Sorry, my owner has flown”
“To parts unknown
Been gone for a while
Trust he'll return soon
Am losing my smile”
There are no guarantees
It's a roll of the dice
Will keep you posted
Send luck that'd be nice
Hang on I think there's
A glimmer of hope
Just heard a grunt
Deep down my throat
I did, I'm coming
Outta my fog
So I guess I'll be fine
Been given the nod
Now that was silly
A humble explanation
Go off on these tangents
A wild imagination
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
A cavernous emptiness
A rolling sea
A flicker of light
Like somebody's home
Or a sign that says,
“My owner has flown”
“To parts unknown
Been gone for a while
Trust he'll be back soon
Am losing my smile”
There are no guarantees
It's a roll of the dice
Will keep you posted
Send luck that'd be nice
Hang on I think there's
A glimmer of hope
Just heard a grunt
Deep down my throat
I did, I'm coming
Outta my fog
So I guess I'll be fine
Been given the nod
Now that was silly
A humble explanation
Go off on these tangents
My wild imagination
Here I sit, diving into some wits,
my mind over, at this time
Looking for some intellect to jot down
Then, I came across these words in my mind.
It is with the muse, that comes to take up,
With my pen to these words, I do write
With the memories of my past, I can seek
They were good times, and bad times, passed.
Though the journey hard
Those times have I flown
I have no more misery
That need to hold out in my storms.
Those times have defined I,
And these words, as I write
It's time to find an end to my fray,
As I, last write.
You'll shudder at the sight of the stone!
A massive boulder, still it was thrown,
Steven hitting forcing out a groan,
As though to pieces he had just been blown!
Steven to Great Britain has been flown
His hospital bill their Union's loan;
Pains from bruised scalp continually grown,
Damage suspected to cranial bone...
Not much about attacker is known;
He's amusedly called on the phone,
For apologies in wretch's tone.
So, what has pale dying Steven done,
Attackers play - acting not real fun?.
In the twinkling of an eye
To the twinkling an eye
like a bird in flight ever so right
love has thrown away twixt the day
between the night
night more hell type dream
dreamers dream of ever so nice
and price love has flown away
close red eyes do spies
the darkness would hear
The whispers of the Father
like a bird so fly
tricks the day and night
the moon so shines ever bright
God's love for us is ever true
God's love has never flown away
6/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
In the no-fly zone
on a summer’s day
There was a groan
As pink came our way
I threw a bone
at the rabble and the fray
A pig has flown!
Someone yelled so gay
There was a moan
From my cousin Ray
He tried to get prone
On that summer’s day
A pig has flown!
In the no-fly zone!
You should have heard his tone!
I grabbed up my phone.
Took a photo of a drone
And a haggard crone
Fell over a stone
In that weird fly zone
A pig has flown! Someone yelled.
A pig has flown! The lie was not dispelled.
A pig has flown in the no fly-zone.
I rolled my eyes and headed home.
Angel That Has Flown Far Away
Angel that has flown far away
dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray
for her and yet another kiss
she the Love, her Touch, I so Miss.
This day, heart sees her smile again
my beloved, my dearest friend
I yield to these new falling tears
thankful for her, our blessed years.
She that wakes me every morn
to help heal soul that is so torn
her soft eyes shining so bright
telling me, it will be alright.
Angel that has flown far away.
Dawn's soft glowing, I bow to pray.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-16-2022
Sonnet
( dedicated to my beautiful, cherished and beloved wife,
Clarisa Tapican Lindley)
Note-
I woke at 4am. Today is the day of my beloved wife's
Celebration Of Life gathering at her church today, 4-16-2022.
I wrote this poem at 6:24 am while commenting at another forum.
It just came to me in a bright flowing flash.
The floors must be moved before the lit night
So that in middle free fall
We shall flap are hands and arms and fly right
We land on this earth raw
Rebirth, forgiven, renewed awaiting the masters call
11/7/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Soar lovely the autumn bird
That fowl that flies in falls light
Tiny tenderly so
Flown, flies autumns fall springs, summers bird
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
9/13/21
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