2025.03.06 @ 06:06:06
Finally, two embroidery projects that I have finished.
One to keep and one to give.
A cute building appeared underneath this poem.
Inside, along the L shaped benches,
He sat at the desk, surfed on the internet,
And comfortably crossed his long, lower legs.
His second home was embroidered
On a simple white material,
The red galvanized walls on top,
Housing the Child Care Centre.
The glass windows framed with silver metal,
Located on the ground floor,
In front and on the side of the building,
The wear and tear black wooden columns,
Side by side unevenly standing in silence,
Covering most of the building glass surfaces.
On the right hand side,
A long and wide concrete foot path,
Leading to the front entrance,
Before joining the back garden.
Once inside, there are many facilities,
And well equipped amenities.
So many fond memories, engraved in my heart,
Written on my phone and also stored in my USB.
I now put these down to embroidery
To commemorate once my favorite library,
It ended since the day it went like this .........
Yesterday, at Maker Space, I completed
Embroidering the image of your second home,
And you were sitting in there alone.
I also added embroidery of the poem,
Titled 2024.7.29, the first poem I posted
The one being featured on the Poetry Soup home page once.
I also included a popular poem in foreign language,
Which formed the lyrics of a movie's theme.
It crossed my mind,
How would you feel the minute you saw it?
If I was you, I treasured every meaningful item,
Especially if it directly related to me.
It depicted your image, from green beanie,
Black and white stripe woolly scarf, khaki creamy jacket,
Blue jean and the runners of bright green soles colour.
One day, when you have a chance
To read my poems on the Poetry Soup website
Please be kind to make some comments,
Have my memories served me well?
Except for the grammar, was there anything I wrote,
Was untrue or inaccurate?
It was hard to believe but it was true that
Honesty and keeping promises,
Were not the best policies,
In the current society.
I couldn't help it. It was me.
Can not help and can not change it.
Six months with six fond memories.
1. Helped correct the official document.
2. Taugh me to learn how to download songs and save my corrupted USB. Firmware and privacy apps like Conversations, KeePass and Gajim.
3. Three wonderful trips to my favorite beaches.
4. Inspired me to get back knitting, piano and started embroideries and poem writing.
5. Putting lipsticks on the pig which I see it every early morning.
6. Shopping, healthy meals preparating and consuming.
Then came the Lunar Calendar spirit month,
An official name of the Chinese
Calendar month of ghosts and evils,
On Lunar calendar 7th day of 7th month,
After you wrote "Thank You" replied to my message
"Good morning. On behalf of Chinese culture,
Wishing you Happy valentine day.
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You shocked me with a ghosting friendship
And a cold blooded goodbye.
I remember when we used to vote
at that time people also wrote
books, letters, diaries of their thoughts
But none of that in school today is taught
I love running to your embrace
And the way how each other, we chase;
I love the feel of you around me
And the way you keep coming back to me;
You always give me joy and peace
Any sadness I have, you make it cease;
I long to be with you now
The only question is, How?
You are far away, out of my reach
I miss you so much, oh beach!
I lay cold and alone in complete and utter darkness
Never again to feel the sunlight upon my face
Alone yet never again lonely, no laughter, no tears, no more fears
Gone is the longing for companionship, the burden of love, nor hatred
Did I wish this? Is this bliss? Have I done this to myself? Or has life dealt me a cruel blow? Unable to right certain wrongs
Gone are the troubles we all must face, but, gone too are the joys
Perhaps not so many fond memories, but at least a few.
Surely, a few...
Not a view of the future
Or a take on the present
Simply recollections of the past
Truth or fiction?
Anecdote or fact?
Looking warmly back
Good things not bad
Imparts hope
Always fond memories prevail or do they?
6 December 2020
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
With fond memories my heart embraces
childhood days of innocent impressions
and plush playmates with adoring faces
Dolls and tea sets were my prized possessions
Forming angels with friends in Winter's snow
and making silly facial expressions
I gathered wild flowers in the meadow
and plaited wreaths to wear in my long hair
Selling lemonade with my best friend, Jo.
In my younger days I didn't have a care
In make-up, pearls, and high heels, I was dressed
Ignoring Mom when she'd say, "Don't you dare!"
Affectionately, my fingers caressed
photos in scrapbooks of my early days
Years of my life when I was richly blessed
My vision is blurred by a teary haze
Recalling those years, today and always
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There is something crawling inside my mind;
Words are burning ink-wells in my frontal lobe;
Evil identities come visits me kind;
Caresses cloudy dispatches negating hope's hold;
Cruel pleasures fond memories;
Hard distilleries embrace me;
Evils communions chase me;
Voices become muttered;
Letters spell out tasteful words;
~pleasures cruel fond memories;
6/18/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
The sun came out this late Fall day
The sky not blue but hazy
It didn't matter anyway
The feeling's summer-lazy
Fresh smiles appeared on people's faces
Their winter hats and coats removed
The grass still green in open spaces
Folks young and old, their mood improved
Too quickly did the day wind down
Too early did the sun set
And yet fond memories can be found
Whose appetite for more whets
When I die
I want no stone
To tie me to…
A particular time and place on Earth
I want not my flesh and bones
To wither away nor record kept
Of my passing or my birth
Cremate My mortal vessel
And let be forgotten
Both my good deeds
(And my sins!)
Set me free!
Let my legacy be
No more than fond memories
And commit my ashes
…To the whimsical winds…
Fond memories
Forgotten remorse;
Cherished dreams;
No longer chosen;
And just whose to blame,
Man
Ill misbegotten
Remembered sins;
Hardly spoken violins;
Piano playing
Broken finger-nails;
Melodies spoken;
Harps of Gabriel;
Fond memories;
Forgotten remorse;
Cherished dreams;
And just whose to blame,
Me..
I am the blunderer
I am to blame for all my shame;
I'm told hold on, hold on...
For Jesus saves the wounded, the sick, the hurt and the loss..
6/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Looking back in time can be selective in comparison to the present.
It may be likened to a dripping faucet that has been finally fixed.
You only remember the relief of the silence.
But I believe not of my fond memories of the my beginning years of the 80's.
It was senior year of high school. And our unofficial class song may have been
Ain't no stopping us now.
It was when RunDMC came out with their light hearted, uncontroversial rap song.
It seemed people were more gracious, less stressed and kinder.
Maybe jobs for the young, inexperienced were more plentiful.
Fashion was with the Vanderbelts, Sassoon and other designer jeans on your
person.
Dance steps were your own originals mixed with the newest fads of course.
But all in all it was for me a softer decade. How was it for you?
Shall we go to places far away;
Open horizons different days;
We will dream constantly;
And build fond memories;
Together you and me;
9/23/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Taking a stroll together,
down the old country lane,
Brings back many memories from when we were kids,
Remembering, how we use to run through the fields,
Racing each other and dodging the cow pats,
It certainly kept us fit,
And not forgetting the times, when we would come home wet and muddy
After playing down at the brook jumping the stepping stones,
Some times we would come home with cuts and bruises
Because we had been climbing trees and pretending we were monkeys,
And when we got hungry,
We would sit under a shady tree and
eat our sandwiches and share a bottle of pop,
Summer time was the best
With long days and warm nights.
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