Long Divorces Poems
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Love …
The power of power rests in her hands
She syndicates two together to generate voluminous.
She is so-called pressure by others for imperceptible she is, but then vintages prominence
A thin stripe divorces her from abhorrence but she outshines him
Her implication is just an approximating of salt, noted in absents
You never would make it without her in the course of the journey
She makes hard paths soft and easy to manoeuvre
The lone endorser of darlingness, understanding, and obedience in men.
Who would make it deprived of her? Even the Royals and Potentates needs her.
She is the treasures of life and the motive for living which brands living, living.
Schools, churches and homes and associates make her their goddess
The integrations of humans typically consequences due to her and in her absents wouldn’t amalgamations decease?
Hate her and lust, hate, envy then see if even a dog needs you.
Those who hates her are swim the pools of hardship and death alive.
Mighty Gods stands fr the mortals due to her soft power of uniting even the different
She has been a major reality of life and a vanguard of living for millenniums
The mighty queen of life who runs beneath hearts even of evil ones.
Only those who chose her made it and those who fail crumble in the paths of hatred lust jealousy and envy which leads to disaster
The blind one makes two different ones, one to extinguish trouble
She makes the world a better place, not for her it would have been hell on earth
The lone princess of Venus, natural love is an integral part of life.
My life has been chock-full of rites of passage
From rising up through the ranks of Scouting
To completing all the grades and degrees
Of formal schooling
To the challenge and discovery
Of dangerous adventure sports
And the many misadventures they naturally provide.
It’s included being initiated into
And doing strenuous religious disciplines
And the good old all-American discipline
Of raising and supporting a family.
It’s also included the pain and suffering
Of life-threatening injuries and accidents
And heart-threatening divorces.
But in all of this, looking back in retirement,
I’m not sure I ever got a complete rite of passage experience.
Did I somehow miss a step
Or feel the next level would give
What the last hadn’t?
Was there an insatiable need for more,
Bigger, better, more powerful hits of Life
To prepare me for what,
A bigger scope and experience of Living?
Was I stuck, and am I still,
In some arrested development;
Part way out of a shell, cracked but hard as iron
A soul confused by what it means to manifest?
Maybe it wasn’t just a matter of becoming
A more mature person
As much as a more complete being,
One whose idea of complete while incomplete
Is ever expanding.
From the perspective of the Infinite
What is an appropriate Rite of Passage?
From the perspective of God
What is the step we have to take
To be complete?
Complete surrender, complete realization,
Complete and perfect communion
Effort and release
To complete the path we youthfully took up in vain
Before we ever could conceive
It is, and always has been, without end…
(8/9/26)
Beloved, a clot of old youth, through her living death and breathing,
eternal repeater, she looked at the center of the edge of fate, her life
revived... the school of death, of destiny, professors with futures,
subjects of ignoring, postlude, her pleasures serious and joking,
disobedient then, from him and her, dressed, men of stones, sedentary,
joys and divorces, abstract stains, carefully sewn, all
cheered up, night upon lighting, if you don't want, you don't feel and curse,
be silent, to enter your mind, for it's December, it's... autumn
of Monday, cry of a peasant woman, young, who ignores her
angel, her soul present and real, of a man, a drought,
beautiful lack of influence, a healthy disease of wisdom.
Filled with my young, useless, clumsy thoughts, I am
the passer-by, the darkness, the rejected joy, easily lost,
attracted by a virtue, found even by my first smile...
In me grows an oldness so young it births old children,
I am a presence so absent I fill my voids with fullness.
You, my ugly beloved,
you are my sweetest torture without pain,
my coldest love, hot as the ice that burns,
the metal flower that blooms through withering,
your present absence makes me exist through disappearance,
you are the nothing from everything that becomes everything from nothing without something,
a birth so dead it kills lives born in you,
the bitter sweet honey that poisons me through healing...
you are my harshest caress with gentleness and cruelty,
my first last separation from the meeting that separates us,
my warmest love, cold as the fire frozen in flames...
I am the most from the little I have ever been in absence,
your dark light illuminates me with its white and deep darkness.
It's not that easy being green,
A nonsense verse to be seen,
To be green, we all manage,
Every human fits this adage,
To feel envy is a human emotion,
The grass is greener, we sailed the oceans,
That is why there are migrants, prithee,
We're still flying over the seven seas,
The shifting sands of humanity,
All humans feel envy of something,
Cor, I want that bird with another's ring!
The other man's bull and blip is always better,
But what happens next, when he does get her?
Miserable divorces are not that hip,
Just because you want her blip,
Is this such a nonsense to be seen?
It's not that easy being green,
But, somehow, we all manage,
Quite normal feelings, that's an adage..........
Somehow it’s now late April and the things we can’t control,
The mysteries of Spring, they’re gonna rock, they’re gonna roll.
The same goes for divorces and the bills we’ll have to pay,
But since we’re on the road, let’s take the cherry tree way.
We’ll need to make some changes; let the lawyers have their say.
We’ve come this far together; now it’s time we walked away.
Seems nothing lasts forever; not tomorrow, not today,
But if we’ve made our choice, let’s take the cherry tree way.
The overcast above us and the drizzle coming down
Can’t seem to dim the beauty of those blossoms all around.
They stun me with the glory of their annual display,
So baby, one last time, let’s take the cherry tree way.
Night in Lisbon
Once, I went to a dance hall in Lisbon
an awful place full of desperate middle-aged women
hoping to catch a man, any man.
Ah, for the horrible colours looking putrid on the wall
Was the music supplied by a jukebox when
the accordion was too drunk to play
Scrawny women of the night sat around the dance
floor trying to look sophisticated smoking cigarettes
laughing loudly like ugly sisters
Ogling men’s mid-part while showing spindly legs
meant, I think, to look enticing but only succeeded
In appearing like stick insects
Once these women had been beauties, attracted
to men in suits; many divorces later and partying
time had taken a heavy toll.
Lonely women, chasing what once was, the youth
consorting with contemptible men who feared
being alone on a night when truth spoke piercingly
"Circumstances circumcision
all diced up in false religions
failure to disagree
but yet they agree
will have their own guilty plea
the truth of life and lots of trees
cleanest the air in and out of me
we're all caught up in fake absolutes
Elder statemen and clergy European duped
Constant persuasional personal private provident
Discord unrelentless faucity unending Liberty
O say can you see
Pay for packages stolen off porches
too young individuals having lost divorces
hurts and treasures
false riches endeavors
justified embraced enslavement
rallied allied negative entertainment
Grace's virtues falsehoods allergy captivating yet you stand we all suffer the Mysteries of men bystanding truth
failure to disagree
but yet they agree
will have their own guilty plea
the truth of life and lots of trees
cleanest the air in and out of me
we're all caught up in fake absolutes
Elder statemen and clergy European duped
Constant persuasional personal private provident
Discord unrelentless faucity unending Liberty
O say can you see
This disfranchise differences man's truth
Boardly grossed based absolute"
2/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
ELEUTHEROMANIA
I suffered and recovered from depression;
but did not know I have an obsession
with freedom until I read Eleutheromania.
I thought I only have bouts of Beatlemania.
This great desire to be free started
when I was a child; but obstructed.
At seven, I did not know where to go,
so I decided to forget and forgo.
At eighteen, I ran away several times
for I did not know where I belong at times.
I always felt lost and just wanted to be free
from living with two contrasting families.
Soon enough life got more complicated.
Married twice and divorces contemplated.
Freeing myself from an insecure jealous guy
and an alcoholic, to both I said good bye.
11/17/20 Pick-A-Title, Vol 25 - Rhyme 2 Poetry Edward Ibeh
after marriage she's happy
nothing was there to be unhappy
they wanted a child so went to a doctor
but by losing smile returned sadly
extreme invisible heart pain
passes through her bloody vein
no one hears her inner voice
suffers from unkindness disdain
she's lonely friend of herself now
in biting silence suffers woe
for this reason she's divorced
tear drops her husband sowed
a sweet home she's lost
love always not reimburse cost
only fault she had in life
for infertility she had no child
at end she became invisible
ended life of all horrible
her nothing then no one seen
now enjoys she her eternity's peace
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Note: In our family life we see many women are badly tortured for having no child birth and husband divorces and get married again. In such life's situation what an woman faces invisible pain which other family members don't feel and the lovely hubby burns out the love of her heart. What a tragic things happen in our so called civilized societies, it's shame. One of the practical facts is penned in this poem.
We have probably all heard,
or at least felt,
"Life is what happens to you
while planning other things."
"Life" has this passive quality
when compared to the pro-activity of "Love".
When passive life is severed from active love,
health divorces wealth.
Depression expresses absence of impression
with and by and for active hope
for co-relational experience.
Trauma
is the opposite of solidarity,
as therapeutic communication restores
Where threat of uncontrollable stress risks
punishing loss
and suffering
and death,
permanent and long-term depreciated value
depresses hope for a personal
and political
and global faith in compassion,
cooperatively invested win/win economic
and bilaterally communal empowerment
politics as ecologically ego-theo/therapeutic.
Our communication spectrum,
as autistic trauma teaches us,
is not as narrow as healthy positive communication
through negative mis-communication,
dis-formation.
Such a narrow view of potential win/win relationships
misses the vast non-verbal communication times
and spaces of entropic non-communication,
un-formation,
Wherein lies
bilateral exterior climates
and bicameral interior climates
of win/win opportunity
and lose/lose risk.
Just as we hope to love good therapeutic relationships
and not live patiently through traumatic relationships
fail to mention a universal awareness
of unitarian/sectarian default choices
where-in lie tipping points
of not not relationships,
Not yet relationships
traumatic and/or therapeutic,
pathological and/or healthy
divested and/or co-investing
in love lived wealthy health.
Maybe it is also true,
Love happens
while not over-planning
a win/win cooperatively faithful life.