Long Connotations Poems
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I am lucky to have a varied group of friends…
some similar to one another…
some as different as night and day…
but when it comes to the friendships I have formed…
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I have a friend whose favorite season is Summer…
and another who loves the Spring…
I have a friend who loves to dance…
and another who can’t dance but loves to sing
I have a friend I’ve known most of my life…
and another I’ve only recently met…
I have a friend who dislikes animals
and another who surrounds herself with pets.
I have a friend who loves ice cream…
another friend who only eats cake
I have a friend who hates the sight of reptiles
and another who loves to play with snakes.
I have a friends who is an artist…
another who isn’t but loves to draw
I have a friend who is a doctor
and another who practices law….
I have a friend who loves the beach…she loves the weather when it’s hotter
I have a friend who loves the cold and won’t go near the water.
Yes…I consider myself lucky…
in the morning when the day begins
and in the evening when it ends
at the myriad of connotations
when I say
I have a friend.
Why is my name and Life experiences always on your Lips?
Are you using me as a guide in life? Or just giving out Tips?
I'm consistently hearing my name in all your conversations.
But always hearing you deliver it with such Negative Connotations.
And the stories you tell of me, are often "Not True".
Does my life in some way seem to bother you?
If so, then why does every morning start with you on my phone?
"Whatcha Doin?", "Where Ya Goin?", like my day sets your Tone.
Look....PLEASE Know this about me.....
Quite Frankly? I really "Don't Care" what other people think,
Even though your devious interpretations really do Stink!
See....those close to me will "Never believe" a word you say,
And those that do, AND YOU, well, Can Kiss my Ass anyway.
Yes, it's true! My Life's experiences are many! Both Good and Bad.
But the fact that your always telling it? Thats the thing that's Sad.
Cause it means you have "NO LIFE" and feel the need to degrade others.
I bet most people don't even like you, huh? Not even your Mother.
My guess is, your that last Dead branch on the Families Tree,
So go find your Own experiences, cause I totally get why....
You "WISH YOU WERE ME"
Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce
Developing underlying themes to alter the broader context
Freely abridging each verse to establish the pretext
Isolating each stanza to create a subtext
Inferring connotations to establish a hypertext
Disassociating words to broker more inflection
Delinking phrases building new bridges for reflection
Deconstructing patterns to sculpt out a new direction
Decoding mores and values to foster introspection
Voiding punctuation; compressing verses to scuttle metric time
Extrapolating dominant motifs to devalue the inculcating paradigm
Decoupling dissonant accents to deflower the sublime
Erasing phonetic schemes; disbanding symetrical order; decelerating rhyme
Where lips crave praise, teardrops dangle on lower lash,
Unabashed smiles, like the seawaves of haven’s cache.
Found in communion, where robust hymns reconvene —
A sanctuary, my consecrated place, sans dummy screen.*
Chalice dips in river of delights — Bread of Life, my desire.*
Bottoms warm on pews, hearts kindled — a passionate fire.
Like a helium-filled balloon, my folded hands blossom, float,
high and higher. Grateful for God, breath suspended in my throat.
I could sing of his love forever and forever I will. In congregation
a scrap of heaven, multihued beautiful faces — no segregation.
The celebration of host and wine not in time with our liturgy.
We imbibe crackers and grape juice, at home — low-key.
Nevertheless we have knowledge that same-time friends likewise eat
and drink, the body and blood of Jesus Christ, holy-sweet.
Proverbial church bells resound - Ancient of Days replies.***
His voice thunders, lights up, astounds — words to the wise.
A braided cord is my apparel, a sanctuary crown.
Now you understand that the church is my hometown.
8/20/2020
Contest: Sanctuary
Sponsor: Silent One
Notes:
*dummy screen - the façade of a television screen.
**They feast on the abundance of your own house,
you give them drink from your river of delights. Psalm 36:8
The root word for the Hebrew word, “delights,” ...drumroll…EDEN...wow! It is also a feminine noun with sexual connotations of pleasure and delight.
Bread of Life - Mannah, Jesus
***Ancient of Days - God
"My man" you can’t have;
My man he’s my love and;
He frequently accepts me as I am;
He I soul love, as my man;
Fully connected with him;
Engaged intentions, emotions;
My man feelings, expectations:
My man healthy future;
Everything is just for me;
I am his go to person I be:
Just want to enjoy every sweet,
Sweet, sweet, sweet, spans;
Intimate darling my man;
Love you so and, you are mine;
Simple and small things with him, my man;
Very casual, inamorato, dearest love;
Paramour truelove you are my man;
May you and the world understand?
You are my man;
"Babe" so endearing appreciated affection, my man;
And the relationship dynamic you’re my man;
A romantic partner or future spouse, my man;
Carrying connotations of a strong, committed,
And long-term relationship;
Conveying awe enthusiastic agreement, my man, my man;
Paramour truelove, my second Hallelujah;
6/16/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2025
Dedicated and written for "Damilo"
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Twilight shimmers in orange,
red clouds float above,
preparing for blood rain.
Lost to ponder,
I contemplate and wonder
why the symphonic sky
showcases shadows of ghosts
as a
susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
I find no use for speech.
I drift into my
silent reverie -
but release through poetry.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought,
but the smell of ash remains
who knows what winds may come and go
and what they will bring and take.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh sapphire page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows.
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe,
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Life is strong and fragile. It’s a paradox… it’s both things, like quantum physics: It’s a particle and a wave at the same time. It all exists all together. —Joan Jett
Connotations of Life
Night birds and daydreams in Edenic oak tree.
The salty tongue and lullabye of beachy blue sea.
Rumination of childhood ‘neath honeysuckle sun.
Red, raw, fulgent, overcome by the heft of the sun.
The fruitless and barren virtuosity of Adam’s tree.
Catacombs and sawlike teeth squatting in the sea.
The thrill of tides, embraced by the bosom of the sea.
Flickering flame or blinding heat tempered by the sun.
Sanity climbing the boughs or crepitant branches of tree.
O tree keep me above uncanny sea; soothe me with the sun.
She loved roses, especially the red rose.
She knew it conveyed love, desires and longing.
The reddest rose can be used to convey respect and devotion, as well as admiration.
The number of roses received have romantic connotations associated with them.
The darkest rose conveys heartfelt regrets and sorrow.
Her roses were always dark.
She kept a petal from every bouquet of regrets and sorrows she had ever known.
Preserving their delicate softness between pages of an old book.
Over the years the petals wept, staining the pages of her book, where they had slept.
Each tear held a poem that was penned onto each page of her old book.
The pages were eventually filled with much pain, promise, regrets, love and healing.
This was her gift (to herself) and today she decided to share it with the world.
I decided to go to the store one more time.
I was going to pay.
It’s the same life that was left over for me.
Like ice cream in the back of the freezer.
I had woken up early that day.
I wish the corner store sold flowers.
I’m ashamed.
I decided to go to the store one more time, one more time.
To pick up some pop from the fridge.
One more time.
My wallet is empty.
I could pick wildflowers.
Or steal dead ones from the graveyard.
Which have wildly different connotations.
Either way.
I wish I could pay.
Kicked out of the store.
Going to the graveyard door.
Wildflowers are free.
But not good enough for me.
I’d rather eat decay.
After waking up early today.
At the age of sixty five he was accepted for employment
at a business dispatching organic, non hybrid, heirloom seeds
His specific duties found him in the garden
preparing soil, planting out pulling weeds
The tools that were used would sometimes seem to vanish
No matter where he searched unable to locate them, so outlandish !!
When the owner of the business found the tools that were required
" you've only had a boys look " a frustrated comment she uttered in despair
He could have replied , it's the only way I know, 'cause I'm not a girl
your remarks are discrimination and totally unfair
Instead he accepted her response as an accolade
I only had a boys look 'cause I wish to remain forever young
There are many situations where words have intensive connotations
Just be careful how you utilise your tongue