Lead On Poems | Examples

Let Life Lead On Little Light

Let the sun rest
Though it has no nest

Let the moon relax
Somehow busy all day on tracks 

Let the leave be still
Not until it becomes ill

Let the teeth shine
Only not when to dine

Let mercy abound
Cum moments, sin compound

Let the poor breath
provided when hustling seethe

Restful To the Eyes

Restful to the eyes.
More peace, lends the heart.
Old track, lead on!
To those realms of gold
Dusk's place. Down-shone.

I do not glare at
Each child, spurts counter
To my sapped need.
See myself! And oh
Hear. Hungered speed!

Noble Heart

With virtues rare and true, a person stands,
Their character like gold, untarnished bright,
With grace and kindness held in both their hands,
They shine as beacons in the darkest night.

A heart that's filled with love and empathy,
And eyes that see the good in every soul,
They greet the world with cheerful energy,
And make each person feel they're truly whole.

Their patience and their wisdom, like a guide,
Will lead on to a path of joy and peace,
And with their strength and courage by our side,
All fears and doubts will slowly begin to cease.

Oh, blessed be the ones with noble heart,
Whose character traits are truly works of art.

Pet Walker Who Could Not Say No

My cousin Aliyah announced she is a pet walker to the cousins.
Why would she say that? She walks dogs by the dozens.
My friends have other pets, most of them one-of-a-kind.
My mother kept saying “Aliyah can do it. She will not mind.”

So now I am walking a horse, parrot, lizard, gecko, and snake.
Wearing on my back a fishbowl with a goldfish named Drake.
The pig barely catches up, and the raccoon is a trickster.
The alligator holds us back; he is named King McLickster.

Do not forget Mr. Tibbles, Aliyah’s mom said with glee.
He is a foul-talking parrot who has a big crush on me!
And what about the turtle? Her dad said. He is so slow.
Yes, he holds us back Aliyah admits, wherever we go.

Why can’t you say no? I asked my cousin, concerned for her.
I started saying yes, and I could not stop, she said with a murmur.
She has a weasel too, he is sneaky as he can be said her brother.
I have a lead on a bat, said her helpful pushy old mother.

Cruise Calmness

The time to be happy is now
For the task unto which my pledge bow

Has given me enough motive
To be up to its crack; adaptive

Growing up effective means through
Its affirmative defenses view

How else would confirmation sign
The awaited supervised deadline


The place to be happy is here
Holding unto peaceful atmosphere

Studying promotes duality:
A setting of  class formality

What call to duty checks often
To promote the upcoming Aaron

Before Moses free departure
To lead on others as an archer 


The way to be happy is to
Make others happy  ou of the blue

Providing clues to clueless mind
For none to go astray or grow blind

Like fools give up at ease on hope
Not sure if trying would help them cope

Off its impossibility
Worship inevitability

I have got a little heaven 
Smart OYO-MESI in their seven

Overnight switching codes for peace
Disturbing minds' growths to be at ease

As joyfully as emotions
Running moving streams to form oceans

Unbearable cross then lightened
Amidst schedules for dream so tightened.

Parents Too Soon

Collaboration with Mitch Taylor
written in 1984 when we were 12

The problem with pregnancy is getting’ wild.
Too many teens already have a child.

The stats on pregnant teens is growin’ higher
And is spreadin’ like a wildfire.

It is a problem in our nation.
People blamin’ it on education.

Too many students who are not leranin’
Are droppin’ out of school and havin’ children.

It is called teen sexuality,

But sex usually starts in the school.
People who do it think they’re cool

And, if you don’t, then you’re no fool
‘Cause you shouldn’t use sex as a tool

To achieve success, to be the best,
And to get a lead on all the rest.

It is a questions as serious as cancer,
“Should I do or do not romance her?”

It is a problem of the eighties,
Too many children havin’ babies.

Savage Garden

Morning glories have made 
The sunflowers sad,
Bowed down as they are 
By the weight of their clingy burden.
While carefree, innocent clover 
Lead on to the greenwood
Where gray wolves conspire with ravens,
And whatever’s been eating 
Tiger lilies along the fence
Waits with patience 
In deep summer shadow.
Economies of profit and loss.

Whom Do You Trust- Jesus

Wooh oh oh  O and whom do you trust
Jesus, Jesus
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
And who do you lead on God
Wooh oh woo oh and whom do you need
Jesus, Jesus
The Son of Man, Gods only son
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS
whom DO YOU TRUST- JESUS


4/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Lead On

Stranger days I had
And at times it’s a drag
For the world just spins around
Sometimes your feet don’t hit the ground

No one knows it all
It’s just what you can recall 
Is it the start middle or end
Or do you just pretend

What is your public face
The one that can’t b erased
Does it hold you up to the sun
Or drag you down until you’re done

For in the end there is you
So to yourself be true
Lead on into the light
You are up to the fight.
© Paul Warren Poetry

Rainy Day

The melancholic, cold rain makes me sad.
In the days of loud silence,
rain always called on you.
Your way into my thoughts and tears.
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Color of lead on the sky; everything is grey.
The blue is in your eyes only.
Come along and listen with me
to the drops dripping down the window.
Like once upon a time down to our curls,
while in love and smiling, 
we kissing each other under the clouds.
*
Your head is on my heart.
I am silently touched by your skin.
The gentle warmth of voice.
Your hands on my face heal everything.
*
Heavens Weltschmerz for all sad loves.
Maybe spring will bring something new.
New love and joy.
*
Piano music is somewhere in the distance.
A full circle day is approaching.
Announcement of the golden days in Marrakech.
With flower petals on the bed
and the view of the sunny oasis day.
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Skin-Color Doesn'T Matter, Part Iii

...Finally, another came in,
a tall man who was a dark shade,
and I admit, at first I thought
that we might just see a replay.
But he was dressed in a fine suit,
with a brief-case full of his work,
he had helped build seven bridges,
was skill in moving around earth,
had taken lead on two projects,
both under budget and on time,
Masters degree from a tech school,
truly this man was quite a find.
He’s still working with us today,
is now my senior engineer,
and is making high six figures,
with his projects I need not fear.
They’re solid, strong, and built to last,
bring the public much benefit,
skin color just doesn’t matter
when you build yourself on merit.

Her Adultery

He blooms intimacy with her,
She got captivate and left unheard,
She kept on weeping and uttering
It led her to stress and discomfort,
He sat stable, greedy, needy of wanting more affection, 
he didn't acquaint with her love,
Her notion lead on to put one's trust in faith and reliance,
She then executed her sense of awareness,
He wasn't interested in her, all he had a fancy for her anatomy and bodywork.
He framed her in his misdeed,
She insisted to stop and let her wannabe,
She grew stronger with no strings attached, 
Her mortality got split into the illumination of Facts.
One fine day, a flame of inspiration gazed her intonation,
She reflected the melody of a light walker in preconception.
Her milestone of reaching heights were different patterns of rhythm and pauses,
All she flourished with a set of behavioural interventions and causes.

Ode For Lonely Immigrants

There is glorious hope of a future
For those who come to our shore
To partake of the broad expanse
Of promise we call "land that I love"
- America!
With open arms we welcome you
To our small towns and great cities
Settlers, share in the bounty of your
New home "this land is your land"
- America!
Native to this golden soil none were
Here from the beginning of creation
Our forefathers came with expectation
To make a nation "country ‘tis of Thee"
- America!
On that certain day when I must go
‘Tis your children and grandchildren
Who will lead on to greater heights
And sing "God shed his grace on thee"
- America!

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Driverless -- Ahead of the Curve

I've gone driverless, the first one on my block
   Even though I wear a watch and still use a clock
I may be old-fashioned in most all of my ways
   But I'll be ahead of the curve on streets and highways

I've told some of my neighbors, and boy are they jealous
   You'd think they'd be happy, the way they used to yell at us
But isn't that how this crazy world of ours always works
   People around you, your long-time neighbors, acting like jerks 

Shush now, keep my secret: I haven't shown them my acquisition
   I'm housing it far away; don't want to give folks ammunition
Now just between you and me, shh now, don't say a thing ~
   Driverless purchase's a broken-down nag I can lead on a string

Fields of Vision

Amid sand dunes look around for faces
on roads and streets, through spectacles
eyes dwell on the sky, trees, and birds
albino clouds set sail as if to merge
the fecundity of green leaves, blink eyelids
as the bright sun pulls off the night's skin
groggy eyes peep out of a deep sleep
a line of fishing boats stuck on the beach
mine bobs silently on a waveless sea

The fetor, threat of death, on the streets
but the lanes, bylanes, and roads lead on
to tree-lined avenues and highways
pour strong ingredients into the melting pot
and a broad smile lights up the sulky face

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