Once she was Pauroso now
she's Rinforzando.
Bisbigliando
:brusco, scordato
she must rehearse and study
to be an image of
perfection
Senza Spianato
and
Graevole Tratto
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It causes me to wish you near
to make promises
to seek the responsibility of
our togetherness
Then until some half witted
meddler to try to pry us apart
One who wishes to Love like me
and expel you from my heart
trodden the browning grass
that autumn then is near
to reassure you of my sincerity
I kiss you as you are near
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Pseudonyms
I changed the tone
completely distorting my sound
that he may never mock me again
Yet which he expected a Tenors tone
I bellowed a full bassy ensemble
of rhythmic jives
and quirks
Might he find me then
I shall be a Baritone
to counter act such intrugence
a countertenor perhaps
than he should
strain to be listened to!
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Look at me
At my green eyes and my blonde hair
I'm beautiful
Aren't I?
Look closer
Look at my face
Revolutionised to your likings
To your expectations
You like blue
So I sealed my green eyes away in a case file
A homicide that will never be solved
A cold case you will forget about
But will always linger on my mind like brain freeze
You like brown
So I drenched my hair in crude oil
And soil from your garden
And coffee from your kitchen
Look closely
That I do
As I watch your head turn away
Your presence fade away
And my blue eyes and brown hair
Remain
LOVE
One in love
Deep tender
embracing, oneness,
strong feelings, emotional attachment, deep likings, hearted
intense
11/22/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
She was sixteen and dressed to the likings of fashion
a beautiful loose top was her choice of today's passion
as she mounted the bus she got stares from the guys
and teasing looks, but none of them ever met her eyes
yapping away in Italian thinking she looked a bit french
they thought her cute, and some thought her a wench
"poor girl" they said, "went down town, got pregnant"
"and now she wears that top to hide the baby tenant "
they laughed as they poked each other and guffawed
gesturing like little ruffians and talking way too loud
but to their surprise she turned to them and smiled,
she was an Italian hot blooded girl, to put it mild...
when she spoke in Italian they gaped and shut up
"cretino, stupido, imbecile" well I guess its my stop !
guess your having fun at my expense, hey boys
then she flirtatiously smiled, and left with poise
they sat there dumfounded with faces slightly pinked
as she stepped off the bus she turned, then winked.
July 24, 2021
ps this is a true story by the way, slightly changed but true
never assume someone doesn't understand a language ..
I'm emotional
To you all my likings
One of the insane character
In the scriptures of love, I am ignorant
In the comprehension of love, I am a constant failure learner
Your affectionate smile, your shy look,
The obscure ripples of the lips pair
Kills me over and over again
At the center of this fascinated emotion
When I look back at the moonlight
It illuminates the world with your beauty
In the words of the morning hymn,
in the verse of the song, in the stanza of the poem
Hither, thither, everywhere I find your name
of the blooming flowers in the garden
In every petal, I get your engraved name
The alphabet of all the languages of the world
Just write your name in my heart
I am insane in you, I am the Farhad of that Shirin
Forgetting himself who was only mad at Shirin
I can only see wherever I look
A reflection of your precious mysterious colors
I- not anymore myself
Tell me, who am I?
10.11.2020 Chittagong
I do like this one
You like as permits your brain
Others like others.
DECIET
She feigned innocent to me;
Bloomed, color burst, fragrance sprayed.
How insanely I fell for
All those displayed; cleverly made.
How overlooked the veiled reality!
Now that, likings to fade,
She surfaces again; fresh touch
To assume a new shade.
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I am, I am
So close a man
Why you keep me far
Why you close your door
I have been ever and ever
Your, what you may think, dear,
Touch me
Without any key
I will instantly open
How you want me, when
Likings and dislikings all are
Quite have been but just your,
Look at me
I am 100% ready
Please, take me in
You know I am alone
In this wide wide universe
An unseen dot is my existence,
I am so small
My brain is so dull
Can not understand you
Gracefully form me just now
Breaking my all that in and out
Keeping no a single point in doubt.
Night is black
Day is white
We need both day and night,
Here is hot
There is cold
Both are equally in need,
Some flowers are black
Some are red
Function same only color is different,
Some look beautiful
Some look ugly
But both are lucky,
Some are poor
Some are rich
But both are nice,
When Creator is God
All are good
Nothing or being is bad,
Some differences are always
That is the diversity
But all together is a unity,
Our likings and dislikings
Are useless there
Some end and some start where.
accompanying playing living
talking indeed with expressing words
if only in words unspoken may be
touches mind first positively or negatively
if liking rests upon the words of choice
interest paves the ways accordingly with such strength
gradually enter into the deep of that mind
after some time or days wave starts in the sight of loving mind
Unknowingly likings overflow into the mind
at the next step waiting heart is touched
in the same way after overcoming the lovely heart
reaches the abode of Soul..... real love only.....................
The past is good and the past is bad,
it makes you happy as well as sad.
When you feel the people ignoramus towards you,
just smile and walk away as if they are too good to you.
I know the world is idyllic without me,
as I'm not concerned with any of there likings.
I never feel alone ,
As i know God is walking beside me to home.
I pray to God for my past to not to come back,
As the future waits for me with the happy arrivals I have.
This feeling of nostalgia always hurts me,
But I'm happy that at least one person is there with me.
And I'm such a stupid person,
that in this world I expect people to understand my situation.
But It's alright as someday my life will take a change soon,
And the happy days will come back with the arrival of the new moon.
to those of you have left scars on my heart that i felt the need to have them reflected on my skin
if it wasn't for you, i would have grown up normal, how boring
i would have had friends that lasted for more than a year
and i would probably be happy
but where's the fun in that?
you see, because of you I realized how awful i was. i decided not to be awful anymore and set out to fix myself, make myself more likable
if others liked me, maybe i could like myself
but no. no one will like me, the chameleon
i can switch from quiet to loud in 4 seconds
what an amazing talent, right?
why be myself when i can constantly mold myself to others likings, so they don't hate me
im incredibly lucky to have had the privilege of my life destroyed by you, without you even knowing
you can make your jokes, you can tell your white lies
you can even try to apologize but its too late
the damage is done, left permanently in scars
School is Cool?
School is cool he says,
Pardon, what have you just said?
I think you must be feeling ill,
You had better retire to bed.
School is definitely not cool,
It is nastier than the flu,
Your statement is incorrect,
For they massacre you without a clue.
Exams, tests and no games are on their torture list,
It’s just a question of time,
Don’t say I didn’t warn you,
Their punishments are bitterer than lime.
What you see on the brochure,
Are the good things that are small,
But the torture that is at large,
Is under cover at the assembly hall.
So make your decision,
Wise I say,
Of your hates and likings,
And enjoy your of happy days.
Keep praising the tyrannical
By giving them power
waiting to see what unveils
In the final battle hour
They teach us to love what
is wrong mislead our every step
But as long as we are having fun
Who gives a heck
We are praising the wicked
Loving the scheme
Allowing the cynical to
Control the scene
We ask ourselves"Why pray"
if God doesn't exist
We are our own masters
Ignorance is bliss
Continuing to be lead astray
like swine towards slaughter.
They say money is the power
With power comes great fame
Ignorant that we follow
The likings of devils in chains
Passion flames out of the mind
Perfumed candles burn in kind
Shades of light dance on the wall.
A shadow spreads slowly to all.
Our hearts beat with an illusion;
body embrace, to feel the passion,
Borne from somewhere deep inside.
a desire to love within to be abide!
One from heart that beats so soon;
Sheltering the likings as our own
As we move towards a silent dusk;
Moon enclose s up the sky in a mask
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
Monday, 04th March, 2013
www.williamsji.com
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