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And I start again,
Despite the insecurities, the little lies
Despite the loss of time, the contradictions
Despite my anger , despite the furtive smiles
Despite the fact that I don’t believe in love
Despite the other one
I start again
Yes ma’am !
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the lonely lovers learns lovingly
their little leaps lock lips looks lovingly
the loving love lets us lovingly
the lovely language leads lovingly
the lovable location listens lovingly
the loud lake lays lovingly
the large loss likes lovingly
learned the lonely lovers love…
2/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2020©
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Prose Poetry
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Memory Loss
Motivated by thought,
realised mistreated actions.
I owe it to myself,
to know I am enough.
Who do you think you are,
to make me doubt
my fire
that burns to bright
for you to desire.
How strong can you then be,
if you can't handle me?
So I have a memory loss
of you and me
a stranger that ones
walked passed me.
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i’m going to write a poem that isn’t about you.
i’m going to write a poem that doesn’t talk about how you made me feel.
i’m going to write one that has a beginning and end; one different from ours.
one without an abrupt end and a heart racing start.
one that won’t mention the whirlwind of our love, the interlocking of our fingers, and the loss we felt.
a poem without that.
how hard could that be?
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My hand longs to hold yours once more
My arms mourn the loss of your embrace
My lips wait to kiss those they adore
My mind plays images of your face
My stomach lacks the butterflies
That once ran rampant with you
It's something with goodbyes
They will do that to you
Ever part of me knows something is gone
I know you're far but I think you're the one
It's a goodbye for now but not for long
I know in my heart our story's not done
I know this is true but against my will
My eyes will search for yours to get lost in
They search and they cry and they carry on still
Until my heart rests by the one it belongs to again
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GOD’S GOT THE T-BONE TOO
If not but for His glory
Shall I have peace within,
For the life that I now have in Him,
above a life of sin.
That all the days of struggle
to survive the heat of day,
To bear the scoffing and of scorn,
For a brighter day.
For the structure of a promise,
each brick to represent,
The journey of faith of pain, and loss,
The counted cost well spent.
Why only believe for pie in the sky,
where a mansion awaited me,
I’ll believe Him for ham, right where I am,
Not just from sin I’m free
While you fret and fear about what to eat,
I know just what to do,
Don’t have to wait, between then and now
God’s got the T-bone too.
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loss of Hair.
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i watched the sun come up this morning, and my first thought was that she wasn’t as bright as you
(but really, i’ve yet to find something that is).
and it’s so incredibly cliché, that i’m a poet lost for words, that i feel like a ship without an anchor,
that really, i’m just drifting.
and darling, you’re not an object, but i’d really like you to be my rope.
and that sounds horrid, i know.
and i’ve written better, i’ve been more articulate, i’ve done better
but you’ve got me at a loss for words and my brain is fuzzy.
so while i try to get a grip on things, while i try to put the puzzle pieces of what used to be my brain back together,
i’ll write you better poems
(i’ll write you all the poems).
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SURVIVOR, I WILL BE
Stripped me down from my clothes..
Yell at me until your throat get sore..
Speak to me with vile words..
Walk and talk to me like I am nothing...
Yes, It will hurt and pain me..
Probably, It may even make me cry..
Probably, It make me even on bended knees..
Probably, It will cause me loss of appetite and sleeplessness..
But, tell you what....
You can never take what I have..
You can never shove off that smile...
You can never erase the overwhelming love that's within me...
You can never make me fall...
I will rise up: " humbled not proud"
I will stand up: "learned not ignorant"..
I will smile even with tears: "joys not of hurts"
I will shout: "victory not of failures"...
By: olive_eloi
10/01/2013
1:08am
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If only tears could wash away the pain
or fill the empty pit that sudden loss creates
If that were true then this old heart
would numb with overflowing
This hole which resonates inside
seems vast and never-ending
At every turn, the memories
are all that I can see
If only tears could bring back just a blink
of one more minute
of one more touch and one more kiss
you’d be here evermore
But tears are only water filled of love
and reminiscing
And though a sweet release
they can but only fill the sea
For my sweet Monte
1/28/15 - 1/29 25
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Tell me that story again,
The tale of love and self-sabotage,
Of doubt and valour,
Of hearts and corruption,
Where the days are adventure and the nights are a dream,
The danger is adrenaline and the work is never done,
We stand together on the brightest days,
On the coldest nights,
On your side I stood, though times changed
Tell me those words again,
The words of comfort and safety
Of love and security
Of wrong but it feels so right
We shouldn’t be but we are,
It’s not allowed but we still do,
We could be killed for such an uncontrollable thing,
But we aren’t afraid, not anymore
Tell me that story again,
The tale of love and loss,
Of war and duty,
Of valour and comfort
I stand in your office, hours after dark
I sit in your embrace, as the air raid sirens sing
In a blanket of green and greatness
I’m not allowed to have you but whilst no one’s watching, I will give you my heart…
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Bound to the bark, it drank the rain,
And spread tendrils again and again
Unnoticed beauty, soft and deep,
While hurried, humans let affection sleep
They rush on by, with eyes averted,
A quiet presence, quite deserted
Their gaze on blossoms, bright and bold,
My subtle story left untold
But I persisted, strong and still,
My purpose held against their will
I nourished life, unseen, unheard,
A haven for love's tiniest of birds
So let them chase with fleeting grace,
After vibrant flowers that die in time and space
I am the bedrock, deep and low,
Where roots run strong, and secrets grow
They overlooked; they did not see,
the quiet worth that dwelled in me
And though they're gone, and seasons turn,
It will be their loss that they did not learn
On an ancient, gnarled oak's dark side,
Grew, a humble, verdant tide
Just a simple, protective green hue,
A silent witness, a moss heart forever true
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We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time
hearing the news before most of the World did
He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected
He had loves and passions from many places
deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
Not only did he love music and inspire all
He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul
The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened
It was John Denver's plane that went down
Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial
So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
always in loving memory
OH babe , do we hate you go ~
Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
"Leaving on a Jet Plane "
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These times we know are saddening. These times we know are hard.
Our faith in life is being attacked and it will leave a permanent scar.
Our minds are crying for what we’ve lost and what we’ve had taken away.
Our ancestors fought and died for our democracy and payed with so much loss. A debt that we will never be able to repay.
Their blood was spilled in the hope that for the sake of humanity we could find a and live together in a better way.
New horizons inspire deeper depths for learning and understanding in so many different ways.
The history of life echoes a recurring warning to each and every single one of us, every single day...
Open minds create mankind’s most beautiful desires and thoughts and challenge us to find and live in more harmonious ways.
Closed minds contain the fuel of hate and create a cold dead space of lost, unchartered ways.
It’s down to us to take each other by the hand and to learn from mankind’s mistakes.
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I searched for light
in the spaces you left behind—
in empty chairs at dinner,
in the silence that lingered after your name.
I thought if I tried hard enough,
if I gave enough,
I could bring it back—
the warmth, the glow,
the feeling of being whole.
But the more I gave,
the smaller I became,
until I couldn’t tell
if I was searching for you,
or for the pieces of myself
I had lost along the way.
Then one night,
when the silence grew too heavy to hold,
it broke open.
And in its stillness,
I saw her—
the girl I had forgotten,
waiting through every heartbreak,
every loss.
She wasn’t asking to be saved,
only to be seen—
how she stood,
quiet and steady,
a flame no wind could touch.
The light I was chasing
was never yours to give.
It had always been here,
within her,
within me,
burning steadily through it all.
I am the light I thought I had lost—
not because I am unbroken,
but because I have learned
to hold the cracks
and still shine.
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But you loved me for the girl i was
Not the girl i am nor the girl i was becoming
Not loving me with my flaws
But loving me for my flaws
So together you can tie me down
You wrapped me in your poisonous arms
And whispered sweet nothings in my ears
You suffocated me with your toxic charm
And made me believe it was love that i feared
You loved me for my brokenness
For the shards of my shattered dreams
You loved me for my vulnerability
For the weaknesses that made me scream
You loved me for my dependence on you
For the way i couldn't breathe without you
You loved me for my loss of identity
For the way i lost myself in you
But I'm breaking from your toxic grasp
I'm learning to love myself,to heal, to mend
I'm finding my voice, my strength, my way
And I'm leaving you and your toxic love to decay
Your love was a prison, a chain that bound
But I'm shattering the shackles,I'm spreading my wings
I'm flying awag from your toxic embrace
And I'm finding my own way , my own pace
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Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels.
Just turn back the time, I just want a moment.
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it.
I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate.
A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control.
Just keep it together, it's what he would want.
They all say the same, but I stand in front.
Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails.
Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season.
I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try.
I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss.
World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled.
Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease.
A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.
Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend.
God has a plan, fool-proof to the core.
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more.
-Yours Truly
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Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.
Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.
Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.
I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.
Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.
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Death Speaks
As I walk through the valley of death bullets penetrate and opens up my chest.
I am slumped on the cement with scatter brain fragments.
Onto the pavement lamented the loss of many benefits.
Blood lines in the earth, embedded blood in the dirt my blood leaks through my shirt.
My life flashes before me as my blood lies beneath me.
The life that I took for granted, everything is now a chain reaction.
EMS tries desperately to save me; I no longer have a heartbeat.
My lungs deflate my chest compress with my final breath.
As my wig is pushed back my body relax, my head react and falls gently into my lap.
I am a casualty lying in these streets, as they begin to throw the unforgettable white sheet over me.
Flashing lights all around me, and I am not talking the paparazzi.
I feel my spirit leave my body my mother cries over me, “Lord please don’t take my baby from me”.
Inevitable death penalty simply unavoidable my life was so predictable.
My father made me a deputy, and life made a man out of me.
A legend in these streets generations of my historical legacy follows me.
I was the big boss chief, king almighty.
Soon to become a distance memory, my flesh is weak.
As the devil stands before me, I am cast into eternal misery.
Bleeding from main arteries I am facing my destiny.
From beyond my grave these words fade.
If I could make these words cry invisible syllables, a justifying biblical miracles.
Speaking in lyrical riddles, my death speaks to every individual.
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I remember sensing you
were near. I re- member
your presence was so clear. I remember
the impact your life made. And i
knew my life forever
changed. I remember sensing you
were gone. I remember the loss i felt so strong. I remember the impact
your life made. Even now,
my life is not the same.
I remember. I wont ever
forget. The stamp
of your life Forever
imbedded in my heart,
So please remember
Who you are to me.
And that i wait
for you to one
day re-
member
too.
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Fourteen days...
Ted, what will become of you?
Two weeks back, you were lifted out and rushed
to intensive care, breathing but fitting,
unable to tell us how it felt to
be born with wires, tubes, winking lights and graphs,
monitors for music. No lullaby.
Intensive carers, what will become of Ted?
With your skill, experience, resources,
teamwork, measuring, scanning, recording,
what can you know? Assurance so fragile
to hear, to believe, to hope. Yet we trust
your watching, waiting, providing for Ted.
Eight pounds six gave you a start, Ted, but loss
of blood left your vitality distressed.
Three times you endured a lumbar puncture,
just to exclude the chance of infection,
Now at least you are given Mummy's milk.
Now at last Mum and Dad can cradle you.
Phil and Lorraine, who will Ted be for you?
With the waiting, not knowing, sensitive
to every sign, fearing, hoping with time
to pass at the cot side. Reading aloud
from The Fantastic Mister Fox for Ted
to hear the voice of Dad, and Mum holding.
Rex, big brother, who will Ted be for you?
Hard for you to understand the comings
and goings, greetings and goodbyes; broken
routines, conversations. For you and Ted
we hope and we pray, but how will it be
for you together? Your needs competing.
God, who will Ted become? For him the best
is what you desire. Make us strong that we,
that you can give to overcome the hurt,
and so make whole his infant brain. Uphold
with courage and patience Lorraine and Phil;
may their bond promise peace and life for Ted.
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As eighth month of the year
both within Gregorian and predecessor,
the Julian calendar, where
said month originally
named Sextilis in Latin
since averred month ranked sixth
in ancient Roman calendar veer
really changed to August in honor
of Augustus Caesar
pinpointed eight Earthly
steeplechased rendezvous roundabouts
clocking viii sun danced orbitz
thru metaphorical solar turnstile,
sans common era there
after retaining a trace
of antiquity doth square
lee tug at mine olde ink
quiz hit heave egghead noggin
heady curiosity shoppe,
asper how lunar place name
linkedin as rare historical tidbit
thus, when at a loss,
what to write poem about
an unexpected brainstorm
found me not to doubt
Google when literary eureka
came to this lout
(only I own license to debase self)
just on the verge,
and ready to pout
fearing writer's block
as if creative juice
yielded nary a drop from thine figurative
fountain oft times
gushing water spout.
As a poetic foot note, aye
frequently ponder about
millenniums gone by,
and peoples, who
dotted with graveyards
of lovely bones after they did die
the four corners of the globe,
this twenty first century
chap doth espy
harem there, a debauched prurient
hot pocket of mankind
(woman too of course)
begetting, fostering, mothering
ancestors of this guy
retaining genetic characteristics
that got pooled watering
survival of the fittest well nigh.
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Bedeviled by those pleading eyes
deep as the secrets they chasm
captive as the questions one must surmise
and I, for your deliverance the ransom
"never leave me, my love, my friend"
spoken feebly as a prayer of little faith
In angst your heart once more bereaved
for true love remains impossible to erase
Traveling the road of never-knowns
your world abhorring to let go
granting time - that your soul not die
reflecting back an impatience you see in mine
There bewitched I stand in awe
nay, bend my knees at the epiphany of thy need
Persuaded to ignore once more the flaws
like every detailed dimension of a dream
Dare I surrender my disbelief, and wholly succumb your divination
hold tightly to your second sight
your prophetic inclinations?
for already by your augury - given you my life
Why hold back unwavering faith
as if now it's loss could be greater?
Perhaps my fate is better weighed
if our odds remain in your favor
My luck in love a chain-mail buffoonery
made of broken links and sparse longevity
Like a devil mocks hypocrisies charity
he so crushed my heart with stealth dexterity
So let it be said... you need me more
and that your love surpasses
For the art of love wears a mask of war
camouflaged in the art of stanzas
Whatever the spell enchantment cast
It began with one look in your eyes
has withstood the storms of assurances dashed
and neared forever with another guy
You were my present, then past, full circle and back
voodoo allure, a loves black magic
Bedeviled I say, held by your craft
your sorcerer's smile is a cold damp draft.
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You haunt my dreams
Walking from page to page
Slipping through cracks of walls and gates
Following each hour
You blend and twist the faces
Of everyone I know
And I find myself looking at you
Some moments I see your sneer
Your face full of anger and hate
Twisting your features into sharp lines
Daggers that cut through to my soul
Mocking me, folding me in upon myself
But not always, no, not always
Most nights I see your smile
Your eyes soft and full of light
Dark depths gleaming
Tender lips
You are so close I can touch you
And as I do, I feel your skin
Familiar and warm and still it calls to me
Come home, come home
Deep within my dreams my heart aches
Aches at this trickery
Aches to touch you as I awake
Aches to taste your sweetness again
Aches to feel your love
Aches remembering this loss
This death of what was once ours
Your betrayals cut into me
And my betrayals bleed and bleed
I can't forgive either of us for what we have done
You for your cruelty, or me for running to another,
Doing as he said, believing all he claimed.
You said last that you loved me and I called it a lie
How could it be anything but
After you hurt me the ways that you had
But my heart whispered that it was truth
You refuse to look at me now
Another mans band on my left hand
Attorneys speaking of the promises I now break
Me hiding the shame in my face
Remembering I must to keep the family I now have
But in my dreams you haunt me still
It is the only place we can find our love again
It is the only place I can speak my truth
That you were the one no other would be like
That I had given my all to you.
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Feeling alone as if my soul were ripped in to, and made to scour the Earth searching desperately to fill this void.
No matter even in a crowded room always feeling as though the nearest person is a Galaxy away.
To have someone say they love you or I to them but never before feeling the deep passionate lust or desire moreover to be in love not merely to love. To never feel whole only loss pain and loneliness.
As though my entire life everything I truly cared about whether a person or mere inanimate object to be ripped away whenever I began to relax. Trying to remain a positive and objective person with the worst kind of luck to bestowed upon anyone ever!
Even though I got knocked down and crushed into tiny particles, always I build myself back up and create myself all over again just a little stronger and wiser.
I once had love so pure, truly absolute, seeming no words could ever describe how I felt.
Constantly surrounding myself with inanimate objects and people whom profess their love but I never felt it as though their interpretations of “Love” isn't real because I’d feel nothing at all.
To been able to share myself mind body and soul with another for nearly two decades, my true other half should be enough, I tell myself.
My twin flame, a relationship beyond any physical being. Someone who shares my sorrows as well as happiness, to think and feel exactly as I was incredible!
Even at times nearly worlds apart a sudden random call to ask if I'm okay or to what's going on, what's wrong or what's right knowing life changing events were taking place without physically being able to share in the moment but a deep feeling, a knowing... a sixth since.
Most go through their whole lives without ever experiencing anything close to this and I did, I his best friend soft place to land and he my protective rock.
Caroline Foister
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