sweat-soaked
I exhausted countlessly
falling down the nights
throwing myself against
the hollow you left
maybe hurting badly enough
could make you mine again
but now the tide has drawn back
exposing my Sharpie on the sand
you were never something so frightening
as the love of my life
only an amalgamation
of my deepest fears
wearing the face of someone I loved
my foolhardy
but in this one instance
psychic psychosis
twitched my neck
you would be gone
by summer’s end
therefore I swore
enemies with the world
blind to how I was giving you
reason to do the same
I know it selfish now, the way I held on
though that truth sits poorly on my tongue
for I truly believed that every shadow I cast
was shelter for you
I was a child to his suckle
a pallid magro body
unable to bear its own reflection
until he made you his
Possibilities
Feed not your ego with self-encouragement
In an artificial world, if given the chance
To ineptly spout, however impotently,
And cull not vanity, but bide your ignorance.
Imagine not a yarn where perched on a throne,
Stomping your foot signifying authority,
Salivating on things you could change but won’t,
Is seedy attention-getting and foolhardy.
Clothe not in disguise your greedy ambitions,
Justified by half-wit pride and intelligence;
Ashamed, you’re not a beauty of consequence;
Shun the crowd in persecution of innocence.
Dream of possibilities placed before you,
Exploring adventurously and witnessing truth.
Choose friends keenly, filtering out cynicism;
Be yourself, reaching for the stars and succeeding.
To my complacent Ms. Crane
I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to catch a glimpse of that sweet Southern smile. I do so aspire to taste the nectar of your kiss. All this time apart has my heart yearning, even imploring your touch. I beseech your name to stop the tribulation, to ease the travailing of my heart. My belle I don't say these things in comfort, I adamantly long for a union of our souls, and a harmony played on our heartstrings. As God is my witness, love is our destination, however our journey begins with us. I query of your heart oh misfortuned women, what perplexes your heart? What clutters your mind's thoughts? Is it I? My only desire is your happiness. I too, see happiness as my endeavor. So this leaves us at a crossroad. Shall we be a blessed union, or do we wander trodden thoroughfare?
Preemptively yours
Michael
Foolhardy sixteen-year-old driver Jay
Risked his life to show off for a friend
Felt invincible every single given day
Until his life came to a crashing end
Convivial convict corrected coquettish cop
Deliberately daring her other shoe to drop
Energetically engaging her to listen to him
Frisky foolhardy flim-flam-man with extra flim.
Long years ago, you heard I fell,
just tumbled from a wall and—SPLAT!
I’d not be whole again, all said.
I’m here to follow up on that.
The King’s men scraped my pieces up.
It seemed they’d better things to do
than put me back together right.
I think they used Gorilla Glue.*
Now here I am, a messed-up sight,
a monster much like Frankenstein.
My body parts are all askew.
Not even my eyeballs align.
I'm feared, avoided, ridiculed.
I've no place in society.
Made a pariah by my looks,
though not in prison, I'm not free.
I hoped corrective surgeries
would fix me; so I filed a claim.
It was denied. It seems that for
my brokenness, I was to blame.
Here's what the agent said. I quote:
"Foolhardy eggs that perch on walls
should know that someday they'll get hurt.
They've asked for whatever befalls."
*popular product advertised as “the
toughest adhesive on the planet”
" Affirmation without discipline is the beginning of delusion."
- Jim Rohn.
Affirmation without discipline
is the beginning of delusion.
Trying to fulfill ambition is fine,
but judge before taking decision.
Confidence is pivot of action.
Proceed in disciplined path to win.
Over confidence brings delusion.
'Don't act reckless, have patience ', I mean.
Analyse to chalk out your venture.
Control emotion and regulate
to access success in future.
Caution at every step : Formulate.
Always thoughtful, don't get desparate.
Approach cool not being aggressive.
Don't be foolhardy on needless haste.
In well planned manner, act decisive.
Life Can Be A Battle
Miracle Man
4/1/2024
Life is like a battle that I constantly fight,
when I was foolhardy I was fighting alone.
But God was all knowing and aware of my plight,
He’s our burden bearer when from sin we atone.
In advanced age came things that I didn’t expect,
things that existed beyond any forward vision.
From within, my deep thought all became circumspect,
He now controls my thoughts and my indecision.
The biggest battle in life
is with yourself.
Dennis Prager
Today I was awakened by those of media,
Who loudly speak above all the rest.
Conveying thoughts that they were burdened,
By those who failed to pass their test.
They opined with a great volume,
With vocal passion to be heard.
As if theirs was the greatest truth,
And any others was just absurd.
These statements were rooted to sport,
Involving some history and their trade.
While some were viewed as foolhardy,
Though others were just simply made.
Yet through all the gossip and rhetoric,
The players involved are verbally maligned.
Where they needed a fresh new start,
Or they were weighted without anything kind.
This began the free-agency free-for-all,
When dollars exchange more than common sense.
As lives and families are uprooted and moving,
To new geographies, whether offense or defense.
"I did not expect death to knock on my door.
Now I keep it securely locked." ~ by poet
I bade the knocker at my door, "Please come in."
The visitor to my home, whoever it might've been
But frigid air left a chilly atmosphere in the room
The hand of fate entered; I heard the voice of doom
I sensed my end was near as it swiftly approached
Across my dwelling's threshold, death encroached
Its icy breath etched frost upon my window panes
Blood seemed to stop flowing within my frail veins
Death's wildling wind pelted its anger on my roof
My fear of it climbed higher as I cowered in reproof
Huddled in a corner, horror mounted and spurred
This room was the chamber where I'd be interred
How foolhardy of me to leave my door unlocked
I shouldn't have bid welcome when death knocked
Every gliding step its darkness took in my direction
subdued my will until I could not raise an objection
Terror compelled me to curse what my fate now bore
I should've run when hearing the knock on my door
Demonic eyes searched mine with a look of disdain
Out the door it flew, but my fright will long remain
The lure of the inky depths
of the dark web...
too much temptation
for innocents out for a good time
Were they foolhardy
or simply naïve
sadly for them
unsupervised
there was no stop sign
I guess they couldn’t resist
the attraction of illicit drugs
posted through their door
by an unsuspecting mail man
Grieving parents
still mourn the loss
of two beloved sons
Their final resting place
an ice cold mortuary slab
What price adventure
When the risk outweighs the venture,
No dishonor not to start,
Merely you just being smart.
If compunction is the cause,
That adrenaline rush which draws,
Take a breath and think it through,
Is the only one affected - you?
Does bravery need be so foolhardy,
With reason as an afterthought and tardy,
When blind desire clearly trumps all thought,
For ego trips that can be simply bought.
Extreme tourism knows no other name,
Never quite the path to everlasting fame,
At best it gives a sudden winded rush,
At worst with Death itself you'll surely brush.
So many have regardless met such fate,
Gone far too soon before their fated date,
For every mountain peak or ocean deep,
Lie countless graves where mothers sadly weep.
fondue's folksy fiendish foolish fiery Phoebe
fondly followed foppish fish foraging fibster Fee
ferocious foggy falls focus folklore fancy-free
fifty-fifty finnish fish foisted fiddle faddle fantasy
foolhardy footprint festered foofaraw foxy
feuding French fowls feverishly fighting fibster fee
fortunate footstools fostered finished folksy Phoebe
folly of finding feverishly fertile f-words is forever up to me.
Adventure - A Didactic Cinquain
Adventure
Freebooting, foolhardy
Fantasying, voyaging, tethering
Ever so imagined
Gamble
2/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I mused, foolhardy. I messed around
With sentiment attached to place.
Now soul makes off with my faculties!
Essence parts with my name and face!
Down the otway's surge of tranquil-sipped
Memories, fern-chilled; into the bay
Apollo, as alluvial gold
Which flow. Whence comes then my dismay?
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