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I still remember the first time I saw you,
How your smile felt so warm and new.
I remember the first time we talked,
And how my heart raced as we walked.
I remember waiting just to see your face,
Catching glimpses from a secret place.
Staying up all night thinking of you,
And waiting all day just to hear from you.
I remember laughing together with ease,
And crying alone when my heart wouldn’t please.
Telling you stories, sharing my dreams,
And holding back feelings bursting at the seams.
I remember your eyes, your smile so bright,
And your voice that made everything feel right.
I think of you every single day,
Even when I try to forget you in every way.
Every moment with you is stuck in my mind,
Though you’re not here and I’m left behind.
But even with the pain of losing you,
I’m grateful for the love we knew.
Bursting with passion at the seam,
She entered and settled in the room.
Intent on telling them it is good to dream,
She showed them proof bound in the spines of books.
Taught them that centuries of change
Had granted free access to being visible.
Their eyes gleamed with purpose
To think their dreams were permissible.
Like prisoners who had fully served their time,
They strapped hope on their backs,
Promise throbbing in their hearts
When she told them the condition was benign.
And with tireless exhilaration
She invited them to stand.
She stitched their wings with her
Magic wand.
But just when
they were to take flight,
a shriek filled the air
It was an ominous sight
As the old hag
Swooped in
on her systematic broom.
Stole
their dreams.
Left them gagged.
(07/09/11)
Can we write of centuries past of things
That we do not know, and can we recall
Things we read which puts our hearts aglow.
Can we feel Romeos words as he called to Juliet.
And can we feel Juliet s heart as she looked down
From her balcony.
when she felt her heart bursting
Wanting to be free.
Can we see Sampson and Delilah as
She cut off his hair.
Did she do it out of spite
Or did she really care.
Can we see Helen of troy s reaction
When they climbed out of the wooden horse
Did she truly love him, and did she feel remorse.
Can we feel MARY S pain as she had
To give up her begotten son
And did others feel the pain
Or was she the only one.
Can we imagine being nailed to that cross.
And the clothes that the soldiers did not keep
to the ground it would be tossed.
Can we imagine if we did not have
Hope, love, and faith
This is something I care not to contemplate.
Can we live without love-how would we survive
“CAN WE” ??????
There is a leak I can’t seem to fix,
I called the technician,
but nobody came.
Feelings I’ve kept hidden for years
are pouring out,
bursting with intensity,
destroying the dam
I’ve spent a lifetime building.
My thoughts spiralling
in an endless vortex of misery
I cannot contain.
My heart weakened by sorrow,
burning with desire.
To speak my truth
is a battle between soul and ego,
my pride restricting my tongue,
sealing my lips in willed silence.
A veiled heart cannot be harmed,
vulnerable or exposed.
Yet this feeling of torture persists,
My truth seeping out slowly—
all in vain.
You’ve left me to waste away,
drowning in this puddle
of my own making.
Am i not worth recovery?
Wont you pull me out
and save me from myself?
Was our love not sweet enough?
Was my touch not warm enough?
Who do I have to be,
to be worthy
of the dream you sold me?
There was a time when fire was sacred
We used it to cook, to warm, to speak to the dark together.
Now that same fire circles the world in silence
Sleeping beneath oceans of space
Dreaming of command... each nation whispering ‘safety’
Yet forgetting warmth forever.
We touch the flame again...
To prove we can still... feel
The race is not between nations; it is between consciousness
Silencing collapsing under booted heel.
___*___
When meaning fades, spectacle takes its place
Screens hum, elders vanish, stories thin to noise, leaving little trace.
Yet one ember still glows... The will to Pause, to care.
Or, must we go back again on a tyrant’s dare.
Light is not lost; it only waits for hands that remember…
Before the next siren, the next test, the next flame... bursting from embers.
Stop… Remember what first fire was for…
Then light your life for warmth again
As better learnèd men.
On reflection what do I see?
In contrast to a younger me
do I spy cynicism in my little eye;
perhaps some regret for what could be?
On reflection what have I done?
The path I trod has led me here;
I am in this place, in this moment.
Experienced, yet each day new -
the space, the mood, each cloud formation
an innovation of fresh invention;
every dawn a rebirth; each familiar
familiarity has a contemporary hue.
The rejuvenation of night casting new light;
cleansing, healing each rueful thought.
Awakening in redemption, and grasping new
opportunity left - like a Christmas sack,
bursting with gifts, at the foot of the bed.
So as I tut and shake my head
for what could have been,
I only see what is, and all I have.
No time for reflection or regret,
I seize the day 'Carpe Diem' I say,
collect my sack of new beginnings,
and on my way. Yes, 'Carpe Diem' I say.
The serene shade of the serenading trees,
rippling in the cadence of the spring breeze,
creates the lattice of yearning impression,
filling the space of my fathomless depression.
The bursting golden beams of the sunset blaze,
slicing through the shimmer of the foliage maze,
carry your euphoric essence to my heart,
the harsh time passing me by couldn’t thwart.
The cascading flicker of your sparkling smile,
caressed by the jasmine zephyr for a while,
flows with your fragrance through moonshine
of the ardent night to suffuse the sense of mine.
When in spring the chromatic strands of floral hue
design the panorama of my longing anew,
the buds unfurl the aroma of your redolence in spree,
I perceive you emit the scent of petals for me.
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July 17, 2022
Total word count : 126 (PS Counter)
Contest : Rhyme Rumi Quote
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
Simply divine as such matters
communication and understanding
Depth of understanding beyond belief
Authentic thoughts spoken loud
Complexity of language encrypted paragraphs
Clarity of intention simply simple matters
Heartfelt communication not trivial chatter
Seek authentic expression.
Value heartfelt communication.
Embrace simplicity in
Sorely words, a tapestry, woven with care,
Conveying depths, beyond surface air,
Simply matters, from heart to heart,
Communication's beauty, a work of art.
SIMPLY MATTERS
Understanding those things
that are not understood yet to understand
Beyond belief to retrieved
Those thoughts spoken loud
Bursting erupt from the thoughts
Spewed regurgitated letters form to words
Verse fiber optic encrypted paragraphs
Concerned formed validated cryptic scripted jargon Confiscated communication calling understood to be Understand it's not just trivial chatter...
... it's simply simple matters
11/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
nspiring scriptures:
1 Corinthians 2:10-13: "Spiritual discernment"
Proverbs 18:21: "Power of life and death in words"
Matthew 12:34: "Heart's words"
Think, children: what will you tell
your grandchildren when they ask
about Earth--once bursting green
and red and yellow with blossoms
everywhere, and bushes serene
in shadows of lime-colored trees,
with bird songs filling the air?
I hope you'll remember turquoise seas
brimming with life, color dancing on
water, boats with white sails, beaches,
seagulls, sandpipers, whales. Men fishing
creeks, children's splashing feet, sitting
beneath Summer's lush leaves,
making toy boats made of paper.
I know you'll recall purple mountains so tall,
snow-crested peaks of lilac at eveningfall;
inhaling perfumed blossoms and wonder
of pines, you could hear aspens whispering,
jays poking fun, noisy creeks in their run,
deer peeking quickly behind gentle oaks,
a magical potpourri for the mind.
Grandchildren will smile as you gaze out
the window, attempting to find memories
of Earth as it was long ago, before losing
our way in pollution's crazed mind. But now
all she can find: industries' emissions, urban pall,
oceans clogged, forests burned, icecaps gone,
plastics, dust, muck, sun going blind...
toy boats made of paper, bird so.......
forgotten now
Too wild, too willful, to eager to know why
the girl who owned the world,
but the girl was full of anxiety, the girl
was alive, like a roaring fire, heated only
by the hope, the desire, the dreams
bursting from her spirit, singing, revealing
a heart too wild, too willful, to eager
to hear the love that leaves her assured
she finally knows life’s reason
she’s finally felt her soul’s season
she finally believes, and she’s thinking
this God, her heart’s Maker,
the song in her soul, the love that makes her whole…
She’s too wild, too willful, too eager
But GOD…
He sees her, frees her, and brings her
through the darkness, the shadows, the fires
that reveal to this world – just how crazy,
how absurd, the words that somehow hurt
but remember, they’re only words…
But, God… He sees her, He frees her, He brings her
through the worst that comes, the darkest storms,
the feelings that defeat her hopes,
the emotions that destroy her heart,
the fears that linger to break her,
the tears that delight in her pain,
the war that becomes her life’s song…
but, God… He remembers her heart
He silences the grief in her night
He restores her when she feels lost
He reveals the freedom He bought
He colors her dreams in joy and hope
He sings to her spirit, a gentle love
He allows her to know the blessing…
of His precious grace,
the blessing of sweet faith
the beautiful that lives in a heart who sees
beyond the darkness, beneath the grief
to the still, clear joy that comes to those
who simply believe His love will compose
a song of wonder, a song of hope
a song that never fades… He is the light
and with Him shining, there is no night
With Him to guide her, there is eternal life!