‘Cause i can't be bad… never was,
Nor will I be!!
I'm just a cubby ; trying to get by,
With the love he found;
True only for him;
Won't ask for more, won't need no more;
A clear day, when he hears her voice,
An awesome night when she hums,
The next day, both would entice.
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vol 6, Multiples
sometimes it weighs me down
as if existence wishes me spent
useless and no longer essential
you walk through the door
and i have every reason
why my existence is animated
those dark eyes that hold another universe
who invite in every constellation i am
every time i think of you
i am atlas shrugged
in your given hand, the strength
a magnetism strengthening my iron core
a calm hysteria enveloped in a devoted plasma
where doves flock with eagles
the skies above Eden alive again
an existence beyond ever denying
love has humbled me
the knight upon one knee
the deepest of respect, loyalty
where my lips never consume enough
of the anatomy you are
where water spouts appear
fated to perish in the calm seas
of those dark eyes you wear
the other universe where i found
the heaven you are
Oregon 9/21/26
I wish to thank fellow poet Nine Dragons whose poem My Faerie Queen, Pt1 inspired the lines on the kneeling knight.
Fair maiden with the locks of molten gold,
Whose gentle grace doth make the sun seem dim,
No earthly treasure that the heavens hold
Can match thy virtue, pure in every limb.
Thine eyes, like morning dew upon the rose,
Do awaken all my spirit with delight;
When darkness falls and all the world doth close,
Thy shining tresses guide me through the night.
Sweet lady, let my humble heart draw near,
To tender thee a vow that shall endure;
Through every changing season of the year,
My love for thee abides forever sure.
No fleeting time can fade thy radiant hair,
Nor dim the sweet perfection of thy face;
For God hath framed no creature half so fair,
Nor crowned a maiden with so bright a grace.
A name can feel heavy
Before you ever mention it.
Some names carry rooms
You never meant to dwell in.
A name can imitate until you
Forget your own voice.
Some lock behind you like a
Door you didn't restrict.
Some names carry rooms
You never meant to live in.
And still, you wear them
Because someone handed
Them to you.
Some lock trailing you like a
Door you didn't close.
One day you discern the metal
Shift.
And still, you wear them
Because someone handed
Them to you.
One day you hear the metal
Shift.
One day you step out
Leaving the cage open
Behind you.
I want to tell her how I feel
But I don’t know what to say
I’m confused if I have the slightest will
For sure I know she will be bae
I love her so much my chest hurts
Knowing this why even bother
The love for her could be seen on my shirt
Needing her to understand im not here to smother
Glowing skin, golden hair in locks nothing I can stop
But why would I; if it’s beautiful to me
I would love her till I rot
This life with her I want and need it to be
She is my motivation and my righteous spirit
Makes me strong and more confident by the day
As beautiful and smart as she is she deserves every merit
I love her in every way
One day we’ll be one of the same mind
Never feeling hurt again especially this time
She's magnificently lovely
She's like wine;so fine
Her love sweeter like the grapes from the vineyard
Her touch ignites and blazes up like an inferno
She's the mistress and master of affection
She's a doctor;stitches me up when am broken,Injects me with compassion when am depressed and puts me to bed on her bed of roses
She knits gowns of hope and leather jackets of passion
She knits armors of hope for the knights during combat
She chose me,I chose her
Together we'll walk out of the maze of bricks and thorns to the chamber of destiny.
your voice trails behind me
lost in the shadows of the hallways
silence amidst the din of existence
colors hold no warmth
dawn only brings time moving
watching the children in the park
lost in the joy of playground entertainment
the future has a secure ambiance
a smile wanders across my face
it is a painting hanging in a gallery
your voice trails behind me
lost in the shadows of the hallways
there are no real mysteries to life
only answers in the cauldron
then you walk into the room
and the enchantment in life returns
as Van Morrison wrote
have I told you lately, i love you
conveys the deepest love we share
the breath of Creation
Oregon 9/5/26
I brought a lone red rose for you today.
I thought not to bring a glass and water.
We do not have much time here anyway.
I guessed it would be wise not to bother.
You would not want to pack a dozen more.
It would be a waste to leave them behind.
A bundle is often is hard to adore.
A rose by herself will forever shine.
I set the rose on the empty table
To lay alone with a simple grace.
It is the only way I am capable
Of giving your heart the proper embrace.
I brought a rose to celebrate your birthday.
As the years pass, I come to love you so.
The rose is a gift in my humblest way,
To return the love you have always shown.
When I awoke this morning
My love you weren't here
I doubt you ever do return
That is what I truly fear
If only you'd come home to me
I'd hold you dearly in My embrace
Kiss you softly on your forehead
And wipe the tears from your face
I've already forgiven you for leaving
I hope that you can forgive me
I pushed you away with my temper
This is my fault anyone can see
But I realized your love is better
Then getting loud to have control
There will be no more outburst
Think of all the happiness they stole
The air in my lungs is less important
Then you being here in my life
I'm sorry for every tear you cried
I'll be a better husband for you my wife
New Born
By Frank Daub
Putting up the wash – Again
one wooden clothes pin gripped
tightly
in her lips. On toe-tips; blonde hair wind-whipped
dangling in her eyes.
The sun an apricot surprise
on the back of her legs.
All busy hanging clothes
and
Watching in the yard to see the baby lulling in the doze
Of May.
My perennial loving Guard.
Pristine she wore out a dress
Her hair was a mess
Her hands were rough and dry
No pain fingernails
She had gained fifteen pounds
Her heart beat beats a loud
No love in her life
She longs to be a wife
Too stubborn to be unhappy
Hair uncombed presently nappy
Sample naturally beautiful
Spirit of God in her suitable
Behold the beauty of God in her
Outside esthetics Not true to her
Beauty isn't the eye of the beholder
And in her spirit , soul and heart ,
eYe behold her
The eyes of God behold her
7/28/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Hear the breaking of a heart,
In love with us the very start,
To reconcile, never again to part,
Altogether Lovely.
Reaching through the realms of time,
Healing the sick, lame, deaf, and blind.
Freeing imprisoned, captured minds,
Altogether Lovely.
To even raise up from the dead,
those in tombs and from death beds.
Born to be slain, death for life in our stead,
Altogether Lovely
Hearing the plea of my Savior’s heart,
In love with me from the very start.
For a love beyond time, never to part,
Altogether Lovely.
For He is Love, such Love Divine,
His child, I am His, and He is mine,
As much is yours, as He is mine,
Altogether Lovely.
what did she do?
she made me laugh.
she made me experience a strange expression.
she made me laugh.
she was strange - and more so a stranger to me.
the laughter strangled me.
what did she do?
I would put it into words…
a poet’s style of words, to be exact..
this was the exact moment - that I laughed
she made me laugh.
and I’m not entirely convinced that this was a
—coincidence
I laughed.
longing to hide in the laughter.
exactness.
what did she do to me - exactly?
she asked me.
She lacked the heart to say goodbye,
to look into my eyes and speak.
She left me beneath a weeping sky,
with heavy vows she grew too weak to keep.
I would have bled for one honest word,
though it tore my ribs apart.
Instead, only a hollow silence stirred
a sudden frost across a tender heart.
Some break the glass and turn to run,
refusing to behold the shattered floor.
They slip away before the rising sun,
and leave you reaching for a closed door.
The deepest ache is not the final end,
nor watching love turn pale and cold
it is knowing someone I held so close
lacked the courage to let the truth be told.
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