Long Fortune Poems
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I've seen Paris
I've seen Greece
I've even seen Venice
money well spent
to achieve divine peace
I've hitchhiked through the desert
walked the Manhattan streets
played imaginary football with cactus
ran a marathon in a city made of concrete
met many faces
let many of them go
turned my back, without looking back
poetic verses now grow.
went to a black and white ball in the hills
played basketball in the slums
partied with many different cultures
hell, that's what makes life fun
I've seen prejudice
and all the pain it brings
I've seen blacks and Jews persecuted
in their favor i choose to sing
I've seen the religious ethics
of churches world wide
heard many sermons, different principles
i will not choose a side
traveled one hundred thousand miles
from coast to coast,
swam naked in the river Nile
invited Ghandi, played his host
I have lived in in the ghetto,
ate my dumplings fried,
spent countless nights at Hilton,
there's a limitless fortune in this mind.
Jared Pickett
10/25/04
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Crazy cool cars zip on by
Over my head - it went over my head instead - anxiety was my killer med
Lost in a fake love in a twirl of an instant; a desire and fornification that wanders off like fire, crackling in the dead of night - pondering when it's time to leave and just believe...oh I know I have faith, hope, cheer, joy, love and His Holy Spirit entwined in my soul, body and heart...however, I can't let go just yet and I bet I'll find the love in my life sooner or later without a flicker of fright or strife...I want to kiss your lips of XO's...and the blessed breeze begins to blow and it shows...I talk and open my eyes, hoping that I speak truth, not those silly little thing called White Lies
Understand that you're my minimum madness and I'm crazy in love with you, despite the bittersweet sadness - I'm glad I'm true to myself and I accept myself in my own skin...reject me not, crowd of happy faces...I have to tie my laces of loving-kindness and happiness!
Radiant flames ridicule my cooled off attitude of gratitude...I watch videos on youtube that make my heart stop and it makes me want to do choreography all over again like I did back in High School...rage, envy and lies are but for a moment in time - it's time for me, myself and I to shine - I got the spotlight right now...my ego is terrible and fantastic all in one package...but I don't give a damn! Give me your fame and fortune and I'll give to everyone - I love people, even though I might have social anxiety and yet, I'm still dealin' with bipolar here and there...my favorite number is 37 and my favorite shades are green and blue - what is your favorite number and shades? (leave a comment below)
Vanity Of Pleasure
You are pleased as you gained strength to win,
feeling yourself perfect superior.
Any happenstance can lead to ruin
your skill, actions, competence and power.
You are now quite blessed by happiness,
but you have no right to show your pity
to others, spending their days in distress.
It's disgrace to exhibit vanity.
Accessed super success ! Feeling too proud ?
Accept your honour behaving modest.
Don't boast of your achievements, being loud.
Failure may hit next ! You may not get best.
Fortune gifted pleasure as your treasure.
Rise up above vanity of pleasure.
It is the quite longing in the heart of a man, to dwell in peace with the woman who bore him
To know her not only as a mother but as a sanctuary
There is a sacredness to her voice when it finds you in the middle of a weary week
Calling not for news but to remind you that you are remembered in her prayers, that heaven hears your name because she has whispered it there, and if fortune has smiled upon you, still you are counted among those who receive gifts
From the soil, bananas ripe with sun, avocadoes softened by rain arrowroot pulled from the earth with care, you know that these are not mere offsprings of food, they are sacraments the breath of the village travels with them
In every bite, the wings once passed through childhood trees returned to your lungs, you chew slowly knowing your mother is a fortress of 'GRACE' quietly standing watching over the life she once carried.
Place your coins in the machine
And watch the puppets dance
Or carousel go 'round and 'round,
The ponies all a'prance.
The fortune teller makes her guess;
The baseball players swat.
The circus comes to life
For just a quarter in the slot.
The old arcade is still alive
On San Francisco pier,
So naturally, we did indulge
As long as we were here.
But I got taken by one game -
The name: "End of the Trail" -
A desert with a skeleton
And wagon, built to scale.
I wondered what my money
In that scene could make occur.
My quarter caused the shreds
Of wagon cloth to slightly stir.
Okay, it was a sucker's bet,
But how it made me grin,
Well worth the change I paid
To one who thought he reeled me in!
Across the wandering life’s dynamic domain,
we traverse on the footprints of fate.
The tortuous pathway we pave for us
in the uncertain topography of life
meanders to the formless fortune
where it takes the ordained shape,
We trudge aimless with nebulous ambition
on the fated course of ambiguity,
across the illusive hues of the sunset horizon,
where we get caught in the confining clutch
of the storm clouds of providence
as captive of the toxic milieu.
The night unfolds its fiery face
within the insight struck by thunderstorm,
every heartbeat finds the scars engraved by chance.
The shadows of deceit dance with intent
within the melting conscience clouds,
truth revealed in lies is hidden in the shine of the stars.
The surreptitious dreams we design
dazzle with the stellar glow
with heaven’s secrets coded for one and all.
The whisper of celestial silence articulates destiny
for the mystified travelers following
the tune of the singing stars.
Kingfisher! Sculpturally shaped! Beam with a bold bright beak!
How splendidly your soft-strong somatic symmetry shines!
Awesome is the charm of your topaz eyes and rainbow quill.
Wondrous are your feet, tail, and poised plumage pattern designs.
Symbol of swiftness, prosperity, and agility
Fortune, patience, and abundance abide in your esse
Compassion, courtesy, and creative felicity
With each weather, season, and circumstance, you acquiesce
With paramountcy and persistence, you pitchpole from perch.
Which vaulter in this universe could fulfill such a feat?
Blue and orange! Moving motionless, like a sage, in search
Do you swingeingly oversee the lands-oceans-waves meet?
Infirm in form, you conform to any storm and transform
Is such nature, as though inborn, quilled as a human norm?
Methinks Mine Earlier Rhyme Came Across Desperate...
For Hard Cold Cash
This small medium at large
kibitzer did appear
more brash (albeit) poetically,
and insinuate with soft pedal blare
perhaps at the expense of dare
ring to losing followers, this crash
test dummies star performer
did not mean to ensnare,
perhaps hypnotically tugged
heartstrings with his flair
analogous to birds eye glare
ruffling tail feathers of
a frosty buoy hoar gull (hare
reed) loon seething with hormonal
secretion and the brink to engineer
foolproof mating elaborate fanfare,
when bytes of my obviously clear
expression to succor minted heir
to a fortune (courtesy
anonymous philanthropist), now leer
re: asper point blank plea
for wads of moolah, but mere
lee issuing agitation where
substantial outlay to repair
(passenger side rear)
brake assembly, the automotive
technician espied situation where,
abrasion and erosion clear
as day, which critical assessment
warranted me to declare
an immediate affirmative
decision, which near
broke ma stainless steel piggy bank
to tune of six hundred bucks - hair
reed, an understatement, almost near
lee six months to the day, a prior reap
pair cost similar dollar figure,
which even at present
found yours truly still in despair,
then only to experience,
sans "FAKE" foreseer
(as ordained by Oracle
of Delphi) despite prayer
for me to vouchsafe share
ring at least one daily
compliment to the missus - neh veer
being privy (during our
twenty second plus year)
of whetted bull
lust stick missile exchanges, there
came shortfall of forced favorable blare
ring of said utterenced, thus superstition
an ugly head didst rear.
diarrhea Television WATCHIN
I get on with life as a solicitor,
I'm a repugnant kinda person;
I like watching television and watch walking the dog;
I like to contemplate reading a book;
Going to the park maybe riding a bike;
But when I start to daydream,
My mind turns straight to the TV.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom
Ooh ooh ooooh we ooh wee e
Do I love TV more than walking?
Do I love video gaming more than inhaling (what)?
I like to use words like 'sorry' and 'jiggle';
I like to use words about television;
But when I stop my talking,
My mind turns straight to Wheel of Fortune and The Young and the Restless;
Ooh ooh ooooh we ooh wee e
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
Do I love TV more than walking?
Do I love video gaming more than inhaling (what)?
I like to hang out with John and Laura;
But when left alone, they say I’m boring;
My mind turns straight to radio.
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
Do I love TV more than walking?
Do I love video gaming more than inhaling (what)?
I even love television more than bacon;
Boom boom shake da boom-boom-boom!
ThinkN bout installing a 60 inch telly in my bathroom,
So I can watch football when I have diarrhea. . .
I hate grubby knees and getting dirty hands.
But I just think back to my television,
And I'm happy once again.
8/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I reached out
stretched farther than ever before
I'm not sure what I expected
why I thought it might
end differently this time
Audentis fortuna iuvat
Fortune favors the bold
My fingers pass through
shadowy specters
grasping at ghosts
phantoms of fantasies
mocking me maliciously
leaving me to languish alone
lost in a mist of nothingness
that swirls like smoke and ashes
cremated creations of my own mind
Hope revealed to be but a vine
covered in thousands of thorns
in which I am entangled
slicing and piercing my soul
in its most sensitive places
as the clouds above burst
soaking me in salt water
Yet I will dare to dream
again tomorrow
that someday my hand
will take hold of something solid
Someone in that mist will grip mine
the stinging silence broken
by a simple 'hello'