I'll go to my deathbed with your dirty secret
But know that there's a price to pay.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I'll go to my deathbed with your dirty secret
But know that there's a price to pay.
Where hovering Moon touches field of ripened corn
Lone ragged tree contrives to fracture perfectness.
Heavens jostling myriads eager to witness how Moon
Responds to such deliberate and provocative arrogance.
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Where the hovering Moon touches the field of ripened corn
A lone ragged tree contrives to fracture the perfectness.
Heavens jostling myriads are eager to witness how the Moon
Will respond to such deliberate and provocative arrogance.
Just passing by
Looking at you
Hoping for a quick smile
You just made my day
I am a flower
Scented is my heart blossom
Smells aromatic butterfly hovering
Lighting on my body I’m a flower
8/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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Hoisting in hefty hemmed hovering house,
hollowed hunks, higher hames hype
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Hovering somewhere
at times alongside
betimes even over
Detached
out of sync
removed from
A world once so important
~ mocks my very existence
NO MORE TO TRY AGAIN
By Tapiwa N. Maseko
At first my heart was filled with every sweet-talk
It was so prompted in a love walk
Because of your immaculate face
That propelled many people including I, myself to be in a love race
I didn’t know that your heart is a temporally love place
If I knew at first time in your love I couldn’t prance.
No more to try again
Because it left me in great pain
It perished everything good from your heart I did gain
I didn’t understand when your love stated to wane
The question which was hovering in my mind was “Since when?”
Our love was so luminous which could surpass the light that sun brings
Our love was so fly then why did you cut its wings
Because yours withered like a leaf
I have known that love is just a myth
I was thinking that it was during “Golden age” of our love
But it was the same year your love I started to starve.
It was a tragedy of life
To lose somebody who was to be my wife
Hence I agree to this saying
“Girls have to be loved but not trusted because for trust is
Only word which ought to be found in the vocabulary but
Not in the heart of a person.
I can claim
No more that I will try again.
Forrest ever so;
Reigning O'er me;
Towering,
Spruce timbers be;
100 feet high and more;
While others you have just below, the skies;
11/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The hovering mother is never quite out of sight.
She hovers morning, midday, noon, and night
Darting from tree to tree, she’d fervently hide,
Or at the back of a bus, when they took a ride.
Looking for ways, to keep out of view,
Believing she’s diligent, but has nothing better to do,
Her children sigh, whenever she comes near,
For the freedom they seek, she lives...in fear.
"Protection", she says, is her duty to perform,
But instead of good, all she’s doing is harm.
The hovering mother, who learnt a tad late,
That the world exists in and outside her gate.
She learned how to show, as well as to speak,
That it’s easier to hide, and harder to seek,
From airbrushed billboard, to subliminal screen,
Much more lies hidden...than is openly seen.
Cakes and biscuits have ingredients easily bought,
But we grow through lessons, both tried and taught.
Tell her it’s okay, to sometimes take a peripheral view.
Have a much-needed rest, do something creative, or new.
Children need to be heard, and space to grow,
Not a hovering mother who's always in tow.
Joanna Davis
Ufo hovers
visible in the sunlight,
Aliens watching.
Haloes hesitates handles hollowing hovering ~holograph
5/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
5/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Sunlight struck the window, and it all began again,
Leaving the half-written page behind, I started a new page.
In diligence of making a dream into reality, I left behind my true image,
The image seems to be sunk by now, in the water of rain.
Persistently running in that direction, stretching my hand to grab it,
My guileless approach is in vain, no matter how much I drag it.
It's about time I sat and watched the sun drowning in the sky,
Maybe a melody or psalm can give peace to my mind.
Tomorrow again the sun will rise, and I will be hovering over peace, I can't find,
I Will Find a new cram to write on a page, or at least I will try.
There was a sound that gave me peace in the state of worry,
"Let's have a little chat son, What's the hurry?".
some have delved
in the meaning of life
others
in the meaning of death
but what of
the meaning of limbo
that hovering
between
life and death
that state of
suspension
between
the two worlds
not ready to enter
not ready to leave
~ hovering
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
from each of
her ear lobe
vines hang
a single
rose
earring
bringing
a thought
to mind as
if wanting to
find out
where the
thorns may
be found so
that my want
to kiss
with lips
will not bleed
but yet need to
become a bee or
me more
a humming
bird with heart
beat rapidly like
wings wanting to
put my
licking
tongue
slowly
in to
tease
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