Home tonight for E. Fitzgerald V. Vangouh
Carry on
Carry on
why'd you go
away,
the summers not
over yet
Stop the midnight
traffic
with your sour notes
stop it all in your
truse
"starry-starry
night"
paint the picture
& paint it right
Capture all that
turns the air grey
To capture all that
is turning the night time
Gay.
the moon stares at me
ancient face pocked with craters
he loves my secrets
My heart, though silent, beats steadier, then
Love is written in this gentle voice
Cool winds, playing softly, a moment, when
Gentle thoughts offer no other choice
Singing a chorus of love that believes
My spirit soars to new heights, I can see
Beyond the music of the tree who grieves
Sweetest song, so rich and brave, wind can free
Secured by faith, the joy of love shines bright
Sweetest tones of hope drift over my life
While notes of peace rise from the sunny light
I feel the sway of music that heals worst strife
Thrown about by the dreadful winds of change
Like a leaf in the woods, whose fate feels strange
I don’t know that a poem
needs to say much...stoking
flames of feelings would be
closer to poetic truth – Yes, poetry
needs Truth! Even a lie, to be
taken seriously must be truthfully
spoken. A good liar, in the moment
believes his or her own claims. Wears
a robe of authority -- projects with
the clarity of bible verses unassailable.
So, where does that leave
a guy like me?
One who questions the rise and
fall of most everything – dissatisfied with the
majority of appealing explanations? When it comes
to the troubles of the world, reasons that
no Good God, in control, would have allowed
opportunity for such a moral mess --
What do I write about? What
should my poetry address?
Maybe God is neither good
nor bad? Not a novel thought!
Were it true, just sad….
Glaring blues on night window,
Flute and piano bearing glow,
Crickets chirp a music slow,
Outside nocturne flow.
The door jammed fast,
hall too bright..
too awake for proper
rest.
Fulfilled with teaching,
and being taught..
maybe
it's all for the best.
So I'll say my goodnight
this time dream deep,
think I've earned a sleep,
finally get some rest.
Iconoclast, tell me friend
is it easier..
with
sex,
and drugs,
and rock n roll?
What if I tell you, life's easier
without?
Oh, okay maybe just a little
(rock n roll).
I just might ask, are you happy?
and is it something you search for,
every day, every moment
rather than wait on it..
to come..
every day, every moment.
Maybe one day soon
you too will learn-
what's in it for you
in this life you fight..
your will is your birth
right.
The moment of truth draws near
you see.. life
got the best of me.,
and so I bid you goodnight.
With the sun on your face
And a shade in your smile
Won’t you come to my place
Have a rest for a while
Tell me your latest news
Through the sun and the rain
We’ve got nothing to lose
Almost nothing to gain
With the sun on your face
Like it was on that day
Come again to my place
Say whatever you may
I will listen in awe
I will kiss that sweet air
You will say goodnight love
I shall always take care..
Sweet potato pie
I am married to the soul
I live in sweet sin
Good night has fallen on day
The moon and stars have fallen prey
Clouds endorse have gathered in suede
Humanity and animals have gone to sleep
Spiritual vessels have fallen on their knees
Acknowledging Elohim in prayer...
7/7/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
.
‘long hern
mine
slaaap buckle crumple
drop
With shimmering wings and
a wand of bright gold,
A beautiful fairy tale waits to
unfold.
She sprinkles her dust as she
tells of a brave knight,
Then tucks you in cozy and
turns down the light.
Goodnight, little dreamers,
sleep tight until dawn.
The silver moon begins to
softly gleam,
To guide you safely to a
gentle dream.
The stars are tucking in the
quiet skies,
As heavy tired eyes close your
sleepy eyes.
Goodnight, sweet dreams,
until the morning sun.
The moon gazes with romantic pleasure
Upon a stimulating obsidian hue.
Whilst burning, a shooting star catapults
Through a boundless sky.
It's beautiful, picturesque,
Softly glowing against darkness.
It spins gracefully in luminous,
Resonant movement of life's dust.
Lost to an ebbing wave of silent cries,
Left breathless like a fluttering glint of pearls.
Savoring budding moments like there's no tomorrow;
Birds' hymns lull mine into weightless sleep.
As silence slowly drifts away
In a gentle cascade of release.
In the galaxy full
Of infinite stars,
I stole a few
And hid them
In my finite world
To make my own constellations,
So that I could create beauty
In darkness
That once scared me.
Now every night, when
I close my eyes,
I get lost
In my creation,
And I hope one day
I could be a star
In someone else’s constellation
After I leave my finite world
To join the galaxy of infinite stars.
Let's stay for a little while
Just before we go
I am smiling to your smile
In the evening glow
I can’t get enough of our
Mutual entertainment
Just a quarter of an hour
Of the sweet derangement
Share with me, my darling
Just before we go
Beckoned by the sparkling
Through the clouds that grow
Just two drowsy people
Lost in loving fun
Two minds getting feeble
Are better than one
My faith is rewarded
With the face of thee
A message you recorded
Says good night to me..
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