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"Suddenly you remember an old Chinese tale in which cats once ran
the world until they decided it was too much bother. That's when you
stepped in, another story. Say you get up now and go back to work"
Dian Duchin Reed
I once had a Lilac Point Siamese of royal lineage
who entered our commoner family as a small
ball of silky fur, home-schooled in the basement
until he discovered the joys of the climb.
In time, he grew beautiful, sleek, and mischievous,
loved the warmth of sunshine and stovetop,
delighted in rearranging the coffee table flowers
in front of my egg yolk yellow plastic couch,
(it WAS the seventies, after all). One shout,
and he was out, knowing the rules
of the house, knowing too, noblesse oblige,
that pardon followed hard on the paws of beauty,
intelligence, and a feline sense of humor.
At bath time, cats and water at polar ends
of the tub, I was a Botticelli nude, awash in suds,
cat at breast, his blue eyes black with dread,
and though love prevailed between the species,
when toweled dry, cat fled, taking his righteous,
royal rage to simmer beneath the bed.
We named him "Charlie Chan" for the serial
father of forties' movie fame, Charlie when in grace,
C Chan, shouted out when in the cathouse
with his mom, Super Cat by any name. Daily
reveille was his, crouching bedside each dawn,
minutes to spare by cat time until the alarm clock
triggered a leap into our bed, and a practiced
tread over recalcitrant bodies.
If, as it is said, animals have no sense
of future tense, then Chan, a blessed Buddha
of the interminable now, could not foresee "NO pets"
unwelcomed in our path. Into the arms
of another woman who pledged to love him, I
placed one confused and frightened cat. Now
years past, absence making missing stronger,
I cannot part with the broken heart
I ask this poem to mend.
I’d like to believe so....
I’d like to believe I’m happy
I’d like to believe I have good friends
And I’d like to believe they're all drifting away.. future tense
Tired of swallowing peoples nonsense
Choking on their lies
Throwing up my anger
All I can do is smile sleep slay
Satisfied to my own surprise
Afraid of getting hurt
Different time same reason
Felt like I had nowhere to go
I ran to it
I embraced it
I missed it?
Yea, my mom teacher and friend was called treason
It’s so different when you’re alone
Going places in your head
smelling your way back to where you bled
It’s outlandish
It’s random
It’s startling
And its different every time
One day your game will begin
Then u can decide if u like it
It’s taking me forever to fill out life’s stupid blank
I can never tell what I really want
But like a character in a movie I believe someone is writing my role
Tears.....come back again some other day
I want to learn from them
can’t do that away from them
For if you wanna watch, you're gonna have to stay
I’d like to believe I took the right turn
3rd of November don’t hate me for you might be the worst day of my life
I’d like to believe I am strong enough
...but I’ll let it pass
Aloofness
He fell for it
They all did
And didn’t see that coming
Some say I’m just confused and I’m going to regret it
Some say loneliness is iffy Hayfa don’t fall for it
I drew smiles on others faces
I’m sorry I can’t care
I’d like to believe it’s because I love him..
Ima take a risk
And if end up happy I would smile
And if not, I will not break.
I couldn’t let anyone else in
I don’t think I even tried
Got attached to my escape
Words.....
Didn’t wanna get hurt
someone I cherish once told me it’s going to be worth it
And here I am
Hating on you for losing me
but I have myself to blame now
Scared of being by myself....
Yet scared of being with you
Form:
Under inexorable gravity’s pull,
galaxies often move toward one another.
Closer and closer they come to each other,
till astronomic smashups happen in full.
For no less than two of them, possibly three,
such a scenario has been predicted,
as computer simulations depicted
through the Hubble images researchers see.
Milky Way will have a new identity.
It’s destined to get a major makeover.
Andromeda’s bound for a broad takeover.
Milkomeda’s what they’ll call this entity.
In that head-on cosmic collision in view—
a colossal stellar encounter full-blown—
it is indeed likely our Sun will be thrown
from its present locale to a region new.
The galaxies into each other will plow,
but our planetary realms won’t be destroyed
nor be propelled into an outer space void,
though stars will not have the same orbits as now.
They’ll go round a novel galactic center.
The fate for our own solar system in store
is perhaps to be tossed far off from the core
of the reshaped ellipse that it will enter.
Of course, by the time the collision takes place,
the surface of Earth, without intervention,
will be much too hot for water retention,
because of the Sun’s super-luminous face.
This means no terrestrial life could subsist
or think that the heavens are seemingly strange.
Thus no one we know of would notice the change,
and our worldly woes will have ceased to exist…
For a while, the night sky will be all ablaze
with new star formations in radiant rays,
but at last in the merger’s more final phase
it will look like spilled milk in a bright white haze.
Still there’s no need to fret or to get upset.
This melding won’t start till four billion years hence.
And that’s way away in the far future tense…
So it’s no use crying over spilt milk yet!
~ Harley White
Food for thought
Our hearts are linked by an umbilical-chord;
We feed each other, food for thought.
I lay down my jacket so you can walk upon it,
To save your painted toes from getting wet.
For unbelievable beauty do I see in you my Queen;
I think your daughter sees the Devil in my beard.
I need you to fall in love at third sight,
I’ve only met you twice in this phoenix afterlife.
For as relationships die, new relationships are sought;
My aphrodisiac, you give me food for thought.
For I am lost in lust, just begging for your touch;
So soft upon this metaphor love.
Her I could love with ease, my Liege.
For in her desires I see me.
No I am not being arrogant;
I am simply saying she is Heaven sent.
After a life time of Hell, I now see my past,
Present and future tense.
She is relaxing in a bath, as I go to see if the dinner is ready yet.
The kids are asleep, or watching T.V.,
As my empathetic angel, sings so succinctly.
A song of love, inspired by me,
She tells me later as our family eats.
My love you give me food for thought.
My love for you is eternal. Please become my woman, my girl.
Your parents will always see you as their daughter, (alas)
No matter what happens, they will love you forever.
But I will always see you as a woman first and foremost
And this eternal bond between us should never be severed.
You need a Man to remind you who you are.
You shining star, you are truly inspirational.
You may feel that you are solely a Mothercare;
But I am here to show you, that you are so much more.
You are the sexiest woman on the planet,
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
You my dear are simply J-Lo speaking Spanish;
If my tears are your nourishment, then let it rain.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Your coffee cup still waits
on the kitchen table—
the one you slammed down
that Tuesday morning,
coffee splattering our crossword
with goodbye.
**Week One:** I scrub the stain
with bleach and fury,
curse your name
into the empty rooms.
**Week Six:** I catch myself
setting two plates for dinner,
pause halfway to the cabinet,
my hand suspended
between habit and surrender.
**Week Ten:** The dentist calls—
your name still echoes
in their appointment book.
I hang up,
imagining you somewhere
forgotten.
**Week Fifteen:** I find
your shopping list
tucked in *Beloved*—
milk, oranges, that good bread—
your handwriting
still believing
in our future tense.
*French toast this weekend,* you'd written—
and laughed when I burned the edges.
**Week Twenty:** I'm learning
to sleep diagonally,
to claim the whole bed
as mine,
but still I wake
reaching for the shape
you left in cool sheets.
Freedom tastes like guilt.
**Week Twenty-Five:** The barista
at our coffee shop
stops asking
*Where's your better half?*
I realize I've been coming here
alone for months,
ordering black coffee
instead of your lavender oat latte,
dusted with too much cinnamon.
**Week Thirty:** I can say
*my apartment*
instead of *ours*
without my voice
breaking.
**Week Thirty-Five:** I carry
your coffee cup
to the garden,
fill it with soil
and basil seeds.
You always said
I should grow something.
The green shoots
push through—
stubborn as hope,
persistent as your humming
at the sink.
I water them
with what's left
of missing you,
and discover
I have been growing
all along.
I pour the last of us
into the earth
and watch it bloom.
task master
"you enslaved me sum of more than 300
three-hundred years
I love you
I love you I must
shipped me over in crowd ships, boats
chained me to my peers and host
yet...
I
I love you, I love you I must
Took away my true name
my heritage, my claims
yet...
I
I love you, I love you I must
pillaged, raped and beat me
totally mistreated me
stripped me from my royal robes
told me I was
less than an animal
yet
I
I love you, I love you I must
told me God so ordered this
refused to allow me to read English
yet
yet I, I
I love you, I love you I must
I bleed the color you do
from out of the ground we both came through
let I was the one you stole
from a land of Africa
told me I had NO soul
told me I was less than an animal
toll and work
I slave
lived and died a horrid ways...
Yet I
yet I, I
I love you, I love you I must
Now you whom are yet still enslaved in you demon...
Prejudice
Remember this...
if the color of dirt yet remains all the same
and if the blood yet still runs red, the same
if we denounce Christ Jesus and God reign
What is there left
every
every
every
EVERY
KNEE
SHALL
BOW
AND EVERY TONGUE SHALL CONFESS
THAT JESUS IS LORD
i trust that I must forgive each and everyone
past, present and future tense Yet I
yet I, I
I love you, I love you I must
So just encase
there's no doubt in my heart you see
there's no prejudice in Hell
everything burning eternally there
even with all this, yet this I must forgive and love you my
former 'Taskmaster'?"
2/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
We were young
just having fun... together playing
We got older and a little bolder we were swinging (I pushed you on the swing)
We were just two love birds flying in the wind
We went to Sunday school together, thanking God
For all He is...
Sunday school lovers,
Sister and brother
Promises of Hope Grace abundance
Our Soul dance
We were friends just until we got older (older)
Then once again those urges prompted me to say would you be my girlfriend
And we were then more than just mere friends, even then I held you by your shoulders
Future tense future tense, I really feel I believe we are, we are soul mates
We are just two lovebirds doves flying in the wind
Oh! and how our hearts do tug from the joy of love we bring
As children we went to Sunday school together praising God and singing hymns
And now that we are older girl we are now exchanging vows
Sunday school lovers (Sunday school lovers)
Sisters and brother
Promises of Hope Grace
Evermore fulfilling this space
Ooh! you're my soulmate, you're my soul mate this I can relate
You are sweeter than my favorite cake
Ooh la la you're my soulmate, soul mate this can say I won't hesitate
You're my soulmate you're my soulmate this I can this I say, I can see
There's nobody else in this world I want to be with
Oh! woo oh a oh oh
Sunday school lover
Sister and brother
Hallelujah
9/24/76
Written words by The Corinthian ™ & James Edward Lee © 1976, 2021
Arranged music by Alton Adkins James Edward Lee & The Corinthian ™
~ (~) The true meaning I-am-I feel of a tiered heart the open actions of a sinner,
God be Him as I believe undoubtedly I know He is;
I pray He grant me mercy. (~) ~
~ (~) Though time may further wither-placate beholden may His grace bring me the merry
day I fall laying broken before His goodness. (~) ~
~ (~) Shadows they play mid the Sun's subtle-and-ominous tones, freedom telling tells
always of-more time...
whether it be mordant, or by future tense that lay still dormant. (~) ~
~ (~) Haven't any moneys to think of I could steel buy or borrow, leaving-someday-maybe-
today... remembering time a treasure pleasure of the past present always possible-future —
but open I am, though time my greatest teacher — is killing this pupil. (~) ~
~ (~) Some softly woven-vibrantly-spoken words-mellow tones all of these I have given in
my life, though now I pray truly they be virtuous. (~) ~
~ (~) The body aches, the mind crying in its wake, tiered now I feel I have taken-endured
enough, though I know death its-always-consuming me, before I go let its hope grant the light
to see for another, let-my words be-final... genuine; undivided-and-bold. (~) ~
~ (~) "Humbly, as I pray it would be for you, death; as I can only hope it would be with me...
may it-move-to you sweetly... ." (~) ~
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“BEFORE THE NIGHTMARES DREAMS"
ambitions pleasant
calm, little angels dreams stand
beyond rainbows realms
dreams pleasurable
calm, fallen angels strong stands
before the rainbows
nightmares gather wool
future creeps demons flee run
turns into nightmares
gathering daydreams
a bad, future screams sleeping
in the old nightmares
in my dream I'm scared
when I sleep I never die
in dreams, I just fly
fly far away from
dangers stare woolgathering
those above nightmares
before the rainbows
before those nightmares are dreams
there's comfort in dreams
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7/21/19
Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only
Sponsored by: Jamie Pan
“Dream” Topic chosen
_______WRITER'S STATEMENT_________
In my poem “BEFORE THE NIGHTMARES DREAMS" is based on the theme of dreams. I show that before the nightmares there are dreams. Nightmares are spontaneous scary uneasy temporal dark moments. While rainbows are that permanent promise. A dream is eternal and forever. Long-lived easy to obtain. Dreams can't harm you only nightmares. Dreams a series of thoughts, our soul images, our soul and sensations occurring in a person's mind during a sleep state of mind our soul in which someone is or seems to be unaware of their immediate surroundings. Dreams a cherished aspiration, ambition, and ideals forthcoming, present future tense.