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flowers on Mom's grave
like a soft, sweet northbound kiss
Her Memory Etched....
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Fright In love is vain,
I dreaded to be a memory.
My Fall was tranquil, her Smile
impeccable, it rendered me poignant.
Too stoned to worship her imperfections
a statue I became.
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If I may now express it well,
What's cradled by my mind.
The future for me hard to tell;
Should memory fade or die?
I want that special someone,
A woman for my heart.
I pray that you may come,
So love should impart.
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Carpe Diem
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The fragrances of the past,
deeply disturb my unconsciousness
as they violently posses my memory
wiping all clean present and future.
As I wander pointless,
in search of all sorts of exoticism,
I miss the scent of her
that has passed thousands of times,
in front of my eyes.
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as we fall with the world
i want us to die holding the heart of the other
we will always have our memories
love will forever be our Divine Centerpiece
let us cherish every memory and brace ourselves for the inevitable
forgiveness is like mistletoe with little cross windchimes
i hope to see you on the other side of the gates
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She has a name.
While mine went nameless.
Unnoticed.
Wasn’t aware of the existence.
She has a name.
She’s real.
I’m barren,
there goes my redemption.
She’s coming.
My first reaction isn’t joy.
Always a twinge of pain,
the ghost memory
of what would have been.
She’s coming.
I just don’t need a reminder.
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Once around the lake sweetheart
I'll take you here and there
All throughout the neighborhood
I'll show you everywhere
Where I have fondest memories
The places where I was
There's nothing like a memory
To do just what it does
And that is why I'll take you
I want for you to see
Then we can make some memories
Together, you and me
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Dodoitsu
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Blackberries big as my thumb
Grew along our country lane
I'd fill a pail for my Mom
For her to deal with
She'd fix blackberries with cream
And jams for her fresh baked bread
Plus luscious blackberry pies
Gratifying me
Placed No. 2 Sara Kendrick's "A Pleasant Childhood Memory" Contest - June 2012
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Forever seems a long, long time
Except when I'm with you
The hours pass like seconds
Next thing I know they're through
But within each passing moment
A memory is born
To recall back a thousand times
Yet never get timeworn
I close my eyes and behold your face
So beautiful, so fair
And hope this time it would come to be
That when I opened them you were there
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Tender voices;
Seldom spoken;
Sweet soft words;
Broken-
O that she loves him;
So that he loves her;
A memory a chosen word;
A sweet voice seldom heard;
Yes. She does love him;
O soul sweet he loves her;
Sweet-sweet voice memory;
As a melody birds tweeting merrily
Songs of rhapsody
2/1/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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Through the wee hours of the dawn
On a cold autumn night of
February. The harmattan harsh
And dry breeze blowing
I overhear the leaves weepy-scratchy
Noise. Still but almost conscious,
Generously, her angelic face
Came, flashing, over my memory
And those valentine that passed,
One whom cannot be forgotten.
Smiles as tender, Rachael,
Emenaha says "all the best".
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Chant Royal
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There's a way out of hell
There's a way out of hell
She told me there's a way out of hell
I love a cold day in of hell
As the cold rain fell, my evil master's smiled
But deep inside my head i told myself
"In the end Love will prevail"
Cuz there's a way out of hell
There's a way out of hell
She told me there's a way out of hell
Written in Memory of Harriet Truman
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I set a blanket down for us
Two chairs, a cooler, let's discuss
The evening plans, stay home? go out?
Together's what it's all about
The sand is cool now, end of day
The sun is setting far away
Far across the ocean, west
This time of day's when I like best
Take my hand let's walk the shore
A moment etched forevermore
A lifelong lasting memory
A photograph of you and me
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Stay and dance for awhile
in my head as I play the unheard
music you dance to upon your heel
looking like the woman in red
a far memory, woman in my dream
who eludes me each night
I kiss her lips of cream
She… fades amid the dark light
then calls out from the deep,
it’s written in stars _ upon your heart
encryption only read in my sleep
all you desire to say to me in Egyptian art.
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Thoughts of you when I awoke
From dreamless, restful sleep
Your sweet face in front of me
Its memory I shall keep
To revisit all throughout the day
Refreshment from the well
Your picture living in my mind
Your beauty far excels
Anybody else I know
Your angelic voice does too
I may not get to see you soon
But I'll still think of you
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You're always with me, all the time
Even if just in my mind
As long as I have memory
You'll always be the one I see
I love you bluebird, for you I care
I can't deny what's truly there
It's not a switch turned off and on
It's something real, I've seen the dawn
Of what true love can really be
And though you won't be here with me
I won't stop wishing that you would
Nor would I want to if I could
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The touch of lips- brief and soft.
There was no more grief.
This evening forever lost in memory.
Through the ripples of untroubled water, we sat.
The waves rolled closer.
Together we crashed by the pull of the tide.
Anxiously losing track of time.
The wave- thick, unforgiving.
Retraced its step.
And I forever lost.
Forever inhaling it's essence.
Forever remembering that night with closed eyes.
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I have a real good memory
It tends to serve me well
Whenever I'm alone, I'm not
As long as I can dwell
Inside the recesses of my mind
Recalling pleasant themes
Mostly ones of Bluebird
Replaying all my dreams
Dreams where we're together
Just sitting under stars
Looking out across the sea
Playing our guitars
Knowing what the time is
By the angle of the sun
Singing songs together
Just me and my loved one
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to gaze the beauty of heart within
to dwell in the aura of dawning hue
with respecting the vow of love,apart
to have a pretty friend like you
to dye the wilted flower within
neither too flowery ,nor too new
to smile a moment ,a memory to be
to have a pretty friend like you
to be a reason, for your smile,
such a glory of Beauty ,which you are
to be a part of ,what you like
to have a pretty friend like you
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Gurl, you’re becoming a memory now
One that I won’t care to miss
Gurl, you’re just becoming one of many memories
One I won’t miss anymore
You left, what do you expect
You’re just becoming one of many memories
One I won’t miss anymore
I pray that I’m stronger than your
Heartstring pulls
How you bring me back from your disappearance
No more
No
No
I pray that I’m stronger than your
Heartstrings pulls
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Qawwali
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Your face, your soul in me
Your love, special memory in me
Breath in me, life I offer thee
Soul in me, spirit travels with thee
Moon that covers thee, face I long to see
Clouds mesmerizing me, colors of the sky so free
Sun of morning glory, star uplifting me
Birds of songs in sortie -- chanting, adoring thee.
My song you sing with me
My melody you play for me
My life, my heart, my plea
Starts and ends with thee.
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To tell you that I miss you
Understates the case
If you want to give a bookmark
Let me see you face to face
That's why I like the instances
When we're part of the team
There's then no need to recall
Your image from a dream
I'm filling up a memory bank
It's stored inside my mind
Images and moments
Treasures of the kind
That I can call on anytime
I visit everyday
The pictures of your beauty there
No one can take away
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I woke up at 3 to the sound of your voice
You sung my name, oh what a joy
It gave me goosebumps when you sung it out loud
In a fashion so soothing, not boisterous or loud
But gentle, cajoling, almost beckoning me
To come and be near you where I long to be
I love to listen to your voice when you sing
It does something to me, and to it I cling
To recall it from memory again and again
And maybe for real someday...until then
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Dramatic Verse
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Ammonia-ed clumps of damp, dunged straw
forked onto her cold barrow, then rolled outside.
Across the field where her ninety pounds
thrust up the dray atop a mulching mound!
Nineteen times before the sour dregs
are swallowed by the day.
Bowed tendons stripe her calloused palms with pain.
She racks each open with a metal comb
to rake her horse’s mane.
Stall cleaned; horse fed, mane combed to shine as gold-
Showered, she brings her smile to our bed.
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I walk and think things to myself
These things I keep up on a shelf
Inside my heart is where they live
And when I want, to me they give
The thoughts I stored there back to me
Thoughts not yet a memory
But yet I see them like they were
Experienced by him and her
Him is me and her is you
And I would swear that it was true
That I did taste your lips so sweet
I keep the button on repeat
To play the moment once again
When I first kissed my bluebird, --n
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