Long Dismay Poems
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Why do we pretend to not long for the heart of another?
Why do we let people we want to let into our world, stay on the other side of the glass?
Why do we overthink the little notes that Cupid plays when we see them?
Why do we withhold the flowers we picked for them?
Why do we pretend that love is dead, when it's the one other thing that makes humans feel alive?
Why do we feel that a concept is all it is?
That there's no way that our better half lies in someone else?
That someone else could helps us find the missing piece of our puzzle?
That maybe a bleeding heart can be mended again?
That scarred hands can craft masterpieces?
That a dying canary can sing a melodic piece?
That a frayed instrument can play again?
That broken things still have value?
Why do we believe fairy tales are just that?
Pieces of fiction used to sell a point
But what if the point they're trying to sell is that the magic of it all isn't a spell
That love doesn't come from throwing a penny down a wishing well
But it's from trying and putting yourself out there
Even when your heart is battered and bruised
Even when your eyes no longer can produce tears
After crying over a love that no longer exists
Even when your soul is in dismay
Why not just take the gamble
And try once more?
By my enabled senses five, attention externalised, I beheld the magical world of myriad objects, reflecting their luminous auras. As I exhaled, the world disappeared and through my open fontanel correspondent to the crown chakra, I entwined with universal consciousness, melding with God’s blissful domain of boundless love and soft white light. My subtle body felt God in-dwelling all forms, breathing His life force by His sublime pranic breath, magnetically energising each being by Holy Spirit. Then sadly, as my body aged, to my dismay, the fontanel closed, thus severing the divine connection. I now feel incomplete.
dreams hold forth promise
cajoling us to let go~
for God is within
05-June-2022
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My eyes were shut enthroned
Placed in the darkness
Nevertheless encrypted under my eye lids
Trapped under instilled encapsulated darkness
But to my dismay, radiance
Always I hear the sweet whispers say
I opened my eyes and I saw the light
Then I prayed, GOD, Lord Jesus you are the light
A Light to Like
For I know that standing still, and walking in the light is so right
This is so right
A Light to Like
We will together, forever be involved captured embraced in the light
For you are my God brighter than universes than suns everything in site
My, my, my, Lord my God
You are " A Light to Like "
Written by James Edward Lee Sr©2017
July 15 2017
Dedicated to Julia Ward
Lives meander through the zigzag bend
Everything was hinting an inevitable end
Leaving all those distinct permanent scars, behind
Only to find
I lost my peace, with this haunting ease, that disturbs the tranquil mind.
A well- crafted climactic moment
You uttered the words what you meant
And life felt as half measurable half badly spent
Or perhaps
I observed this pacing rapidly happening, just as the strongest opponent.
A well-versed lyrical poem
I expedited the farewell, to a fading name
And got stuck in the middle of lost love and shame
Only to decipher….
Once a precious life is unfolding strife in this final cruel endgame.
A long forsaken dream
A toxic influx also dream for a heavenly downstream
As nature does not allow inhumanity, and hope is flickering faintly, too dim
Only for hope
Life must go on, in a graceful tone, beyond afflictions, coping with a dream.
A long lost love affair
I came back to a piece of blank paper
I, and morning, or both, will pass through the pain and we do care
For an emerging world tomorrow
to beam with a smile, to stay for a long while, with colors, blossoming there.
Longing for a new morn
Will lead us there, in this global sphere, to a heartbeat, newborn
I, and my sorrow, will sing a song to greet life, onboard, again
As I have a promise made to the dawn
To keep on trying without crying, keep on smiling through the pain
And I bid you farewell today.
I wish you all the best, through all my dismay.
As I saw you there, you did also care the other day, to stay.
Let the light at the end of the tunnel.
Beacon to you, show the hopeful way through. It would not trick us into betray.
.
I logged on, a world so wide,
But the words they threw, I couldn’t hide.
Behind the screen, they didn’t care,
Spreading lies, I felt despair.
The mocking comments, the cruel replies,
Each one a dagger, each one a lie.
Friends who once stood by my side,
Now joined the crowd, and left me to hide.
The pressure built, the pain too much,
The hate online, I could feel its touch.
So I made a choice, to walk away,
To silence the noise, to end the dismay.
I deactivated my accounts, cut the chain,
No more torment, no more pain.
I focused on my life, took back my soul,
Tried to heal, tried to make me whole.
Betrayed by friends I once held close,
Their words like knives, sharp and gross.
But in their leaving, I found my light,
A chance to grow, a chance to fight.
I built myself from pieces torn,
From the silence of the pain I’d worn.
And though they thought I’d fall apart,
I rose again, with a stronger heart.
I found my strength in solitude,
In quiet moments, I found my mood.
The world outside may try to break,
But inside me, there’s nothing they can take.
I came back stronger, wiser too,
No longer a victim, I know what’s true.
The past may sting, but now I see—
It gave me power to just be me.
So let them talk, let them sneer,
I’ve found my peace, I’ve found my cheer.
No more hiding, no more fear,
LONELINESS
Loneliness of my mind I cannot ignore
Overcoming depression, dismay, devastated dreams
Nice charm to sink to link with deep thoughts
Enchants my reasonable or irrational emotions.
Lonely moments only can show truth of my own heart.
Isolation sometimes I need, yet inherent intense desire
Notably pushes me to find my beloved for togetherness.
Ever- loving one not allowing me to like loneliness.
Solitary sombre places or hours I wish to relish
Softly sweetly jointly not as a loner.
07/22/16
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Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
A Roman, Cavalier, and a Lady in Grey
were all sat in the old Bell Hotel,
the customers round didn't know they were there
but could sense a peculiar smell.
The Centurion spoke first as he put down his pint,
“ I can't say I've been doing alright,
I've haunted this place 'till I'm blue in the face,
I'm put down to 'a bump in the night' “.
“ I know what you mean” said the sad Cavalier,
“Haunting is much harder than you think,
I've walked through pub walls,
waved my sword in the hall
but the locals put it down to drink”.
The Lady in Grey shook her head in dismay
“ I've spent two centuries on these stairs,
but it's always the same, the photo experts blame
dodgy negatives, nobody cares.
So we all are agreed”, as she stood up to leave,
the door opened without turning the knob,
“we make known our desire that we're going to retire-
Richard Felix is out of a job”.
(Richard Felix is our local paranormal expert who runs Ghost walks in the city, and has been a regular on TV series 'most haunted' )
Just trying to get past yesterday before dismay leads me astray ,
Im struggling to get away from all these twisted games you play,
Its manipulation by interrogation it’s your medication for my segregation,
The explanation of your dedication is a demonstration of your reputation,
It’s mental torture,
Pure abuse that slowly tightens like a noose,
Its a pain that hides beneath the nights of tortured lies and vicious fights,
You have the power to articulate which allows you to intimidate,
But you manipulate to illustrate that I’m the one that’s ill of fate.
It’s survival in a hated state,
Using me as tempted bait,
You have to know it’s time to go,
Before it ends up being too late.
At first light, I awoke feeling revive and lively swell
Yet no words am to describe what I’m to foretell
I knew you were alive from words of my overseer
And ceaselessly I seek to be reunited with you together
My search for you led me to an outpost of surviving humans
Soldiers preparing for war against the advancing demons
When them who receives me, they knew victory was at hand
Yet it was me, who have had their souls condemn
With the battle raging, I commanded their wills bidding
And at the very wield of my bow, the end’s at my summoning
I killed those of defiled as well as humans, of whoever standing in my way
Of strength nay my own, I slaughtered in regardless of dismay
With a vicious smile, I stand the only surviver in victory
With tears after to see even children I’ve killed earnestly
Every mortal seen, suffered from the wrath of the Heaori spirit
Slaughtering with a blinded heart from the insanity I inherit
Such became reasons I am to isolate myself from those who breathe
Eventually, my service to the Word I can only forsake and leave
Since was my loneliest of period, having to endure one’s denied existence
As foreseen, word of my mishap was outspread to those of The Ancients
I dread having to live the dawns till the awakening of nights
Death became the reason left to welcome relief for enlightenment Light
Thus, a suicidal thought came to mind from the newfound strength
Mayhaps I’m to use this curse to see to the DarkLord’s end
Proven otherwise, was the beginning of my wait for your return
As Champions of the Word reunite, I swear will all evil burn
I cannot tell you how is one to passage through the Heaori Chamber unharmed
Only to thread carefully, can we rely upon our weaponry at arms
Let us discern ourselves of those undesired thoughts and make haste
The Leech-King draws nearer each dusk, since began was his chase”
An Independence Day
memory fragment -
my husband and I along with
our daughter and her small family
have just set up our lawn chairs
and blankets for the little ones
along the crowded avenue
from which we’ll view the parade.
As the big event gets underway,
we realize to our dismay
the sun shines directly into our eyes
making it difficult to see,
but it’s too late to move to another spot.
The sun beats down;
I feel unexpectedly exhausted
as my grandson gleefully shouts:
Grandma, look at this! Grandma, look at that!
A float like I’ve seen a dozen times before
passes by my heavy eyes. . .
The sun caresses my face so warmly,
no other time have I felt so relaxed
or so removed from everything around me
in the midst of such a large mass of people.
Knowing I should show interest for the grandkids,
I still keep sinking into sweet oblivion
while the world simply fades away. . .
Written Sept. 10, 2013 for the Fragment Poetry Contest of Broken Wings