Please don't think this poet demented,
so that my reputation is cemented
as a lunatic or nut.
I hope you think of me with pleasure
and happiness, if only a measure -
just the oppo-zut.
Your gentle touch,
sparks myriads of,
memories secretly lodged,
sequestered on queue,
awaiting slender threads,
of poignant smile so warm,
heartfelt dispensation without strain,
at platforms, bus stops, meeting points,
that simple please excuse benign tone,
amidst the daily lifestyle jostle,
to raise the flustered traveller,
from self-imposed scarlet blush,
when items from stuffed bag vanish,
only for my conscientious aunt to interject,
is this item yours if I may ask?
such a genuinely generous citizen,
it’s that pleasure for me now to recall,
fragments of distilled recollection,
return as simple cordial gesture,
from vaults where vital matters lay
Fondly the memories dissipated;
Nothing left but lost discerns and heartache;
Memories such one forgotten hated;
Gross bonding ne’ver more relates;
Away from sight darken light shuns low shines;
Letter markers express who’s laid to rest;
This who is beneath the grounds named so kind;
9/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I loved adolescence, it is the time we get witty and bright.
If we are lucky, and I was, it is the time we feel pretty
And come into our “own right”.
I remember thinking how much fun life was, in the days I felt cute.
People were nice to me, at this time, I had never met an
ogre, the big bad wolf, or any other brute.
Life was easy, carefree, and I had a thin young lovely waist.
I was not rushed to do anything, but still, I ran around with haste.
As if I might run out of time, and I wanted to enjoy every single second.
Adolescence is a time I look back on fondly, thinking every moon was crescent.
Remember Me Fondly!
The way you remember me; I hope will be with joy, happiness and love. I hope you will smile, laugh and share stories. When my life is finished and I am gone; I hope to leave a bit of sunshine in the forest, gentle waves that splash the ocean shore, and a song of hope that fills you with warm and loving thoughts.
The way you remember me; when you look up at the sky and see beautiful clouds, I hope you will think of me! When a breeze passes by chilling you ever so lightly, maybe you will wonder if it was me. When I pass away and am here no more, I hope thoughts of me will brighten the darkest of days.
The way you remember me; hopefully is such that nothing will dim the love I had for you. When you hear laughter It’s then I pray; you will think of me.
The part of me I leave behind; I hope will bring love to your heart, a beautiful song for your thoughts, and a tingling to fill your soul. My wants and desires are that; no tears of sadness or regrets will fall, for when I leave this world behind, it’s the way you remember me that will be my legacy!
Debbie Knapp
A Deer Loves Squirrel fondly Follows - A Haiku
beautiful morning
A romantic deer wallows
after the squirrel
3/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Sensuous speed says
Prize poignant play
Dazzle dream dance
Craft cheery chance
Live lovely laze
Choose charming craze
Seize silly stakes
Moist musky makes
Grand glimpses gift
Lasting light lifts
Touch tasty thought
Ply precious plot
Meet motive meek
Sensuous spoils seek
Fondly face fear
Charm clusters cheer
Nimble nook niche
Reap rapture rich
Question ***** quest
Browse blessings best
Joy juices jest
Faith fashions fest
Leon Enriquez
25 January 2018
Singapore
Every work of art ever made
Was conceived in pain, I think.
It is beautiful on its own,
Pain,
But to think that a soul could be so twisted,
So damaged, so worn
And bent
And wrung,
And then, gather itself together,
Enough to make something-
Anything-
It is more than beautiful.
It is beauty.
It is why so many artists are so sad.
Making poetry doesn’t hurt people-
Hurting people make poetry.
Joy wears a face
So full of grace,
Cheer now can trace
Daze in this space.
Faith keeps wise date
With a full plate,
Watch timeless fate
Move never late.
Hope is the way
To live each day,
Let words frame say
With dreams for play.
Love knows my name
For truth speaks same,
Beyond all fame
In praise or blame.
Come seize this day
With fun that plays,
To find the way
Beyond mere say.
Leon Enriquez
27 April 2017
Singapore
Where the aura shines in subdued tones
Overlooked tones were these
Purple...murmured brilliance
Austere vivid visual
Captivating subtly... smiling shyly
Deflecting the praise
gliding through days, easily flowing
floating
Lovely, imperfectly graceful
Cries on whim, laughs like songs
Affectionate laugh....contagious laugh
I love to make her laugh
Selfless, sensitive angel
arms wrap delicate
nurturing, healing embrace
See's unseen, unsaid and solves...
...somehow
Selfless, sensitive angel
arms wrap delicate
I long for your embrace
within the warmth
within the wall
jubilant echoes
stirring up the years
so soft assuring
a nice thing they
protectively keep
on bookshelves
by the study lamp
paperweight conch
timeless age fondly
framed snapshots
a nice thing they
protectively keep
like rare pearls
loveliness exotic
soft tinge mystic
memories glint
shale stone flint
a nice thing they
protectively keep
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