Roads We Chose
If you travel down the wrong Lane
where humanity is swept away
with hate and viral diatribes
well then you know
Tom Petty
has inseminated his seed
they knock on all doors
if a narrow mind will answer
ring ring
oh ,my hatred sings
do not be a little mind
unless genocide is your thing
Daylight bleeds its seeds.
A nightly womb
is again inseminated.
The day was hurried
it pulled out too early.
Dawn is a dead lamb
in the snow.
Tomorrow we will seek
new ways
into those legends
wherein,
Gods birth humans.
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The ships have imploded, muted mouths misspoken be
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Just like us
Just like cus
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Cubbledum brawny snar bliss
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Placed N under spaced!
9/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
The moments of the eventide are tender
as the weary Sun kisses the horizon good night.
With dusk fading to a cobalt blue,
the passion of the Moon arises
tempting the Fairest Maiden of the Night
to join him in a celestial dance of love.
With stars twinkling like diamonds in her hair,
and a golden glow reflecting
off her breasts demurely in his light,
the Fairest Maiden of the Night surrenders
to the passions of the Moon.
Beneath the blanket of darkness
the Moon and Fairest Maiden of the Night come together
dancing a minuet of love throughout the night
to rhythmic melodies of the crickets’ summer song.
As the night grows long
and the darkness starts to wane,
the Fairest Maiden of the Night,
inseminated with the Moon’s celestial seed,
gives birth to a new dawn,
and the cycle of life begins anew.
August 6, 2020
These thoughts were composed the other night as I
watched the full moon dance slowly across the sky.
Just a fragment of forever
Inseminated in your look,
Like a softly spoken picture
In a golden scripture book,
Where the pages of remembrance
Have been written with my pen,
Though I know it changes nothing
I still gently say Amen.
Just a pause between existence
And the dreams that still return,
Of every way you smiled at me
When I just couldn’t learn,
Sometimes when one and one make three
And poetry turns grey,
I search the stars that searched my soul
Before I walk away.
Just a blank page in a notebook
Where life’s poetry cannot reach,
Though it cries within the darkness
Still it cannot see to teach,
All of those intermingled verses
Whispered in stanza yesterdays,
Even though the sun is shining
It is so cold in many ways.
The softness of a loving heart
Can make forever smile again,
And precious words from gentle souls
Stay warm within life’s cold and rain,
Along our beach sweet poetry
Is washed up on life’s golden sands,
To explain that really all in all
So much life really understands…
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