Long Horizontally Poems
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The foe is you
My worst enemy is me
I love you though
Can’t you see me, you see?
I walked a thousand miles
Just to see you smile one more time
Desires on every lie you say
I’d rather hear the truth today
Courage and creativity mix
My heart needs a little fix
I’m weeping and leaping forward
Toward you, my foe and friend...this is awkward
Woke up to your illusion of adoration
Broke up with tension and frustration
High off of ecstasy and your love ain’t dope
Just hand me some hope or I’ll hang like this rope
Juggling with jostling joyousness against my body
Nobody has told me that I was in triggering captivity
Scars replay in my cranium...I don’t know, so I drink rage’s rum
Raping me with numbness, making me slightly and slowly dumb
What have I become?
Someone else?
Somebody told me I was handsome
I am caught under Satan’s spells
I’m sorry, God
I’m all by myself and I vertically nod
I vertically nod...
Your horizon is horizontally hopeful
But, what have I become?
A boy that can only feel numb?
I walked a thousand miles
Just to see you smile one more time
Desires on every lie you say
I’d rather hear the truth today
Courage and creativity mix
My heart needs a little fix
I’m weeping and leaping forward
Toward you, my foe and friend...this is awkward
Woke up to your illusion of adoration
Broke up with tension and frustration
High off of ecstasy and your love ain’t dope
Just hand me some hope or I’ll hang like this rope
Juggling with jostling joyousness against my body
Nobody has told me that I was in triggering captivity
Scars replay in my cranium...I don’t know, so I drink rage’s rum
Raping me with numbness, making me slightly and slowly dumb
The foe is you, you see?
My worst enemy is me
Love-hate your torturous, lovable ways
Living life in a summer heat these days
2025.06.15
It was quite a while ago,
I came here and wrote,
"BB was not here" and "JJ is here
On Queen Birthday 10 Jun 2024".
These words were written on the sand
On the the shores of both sides of the pier.
As time passed on, JJ sat and watched
The waves washed up onto the words,
Slowly encroached, engulfed and wiped
Them away bit by bit horizontally.
At the end, both written words on the beach,
In front of JJ, they all disappeared.
Then 6 months later I brought JC here,
It was his first trip to this beach,
Since he came down from Sydney.
At the end of last year.
I hoped he enjoyed the trip, the ferry,
The tourist town and our first date out.
Twenty two weeks went by,
The ocean, the beaches and the scenery
Remain almost the same as always.
But these two individuals have long gone,
The feelings and the friendships had finished for sure.
Frankly my friends BB and JC,
I do not care or feel ashamed.
I have lived five decades and seen many faces,
Some had double and some made troubles.
Strange and weird but I was sure,
Over three interactions with people,
Unless they had full intentions,
I usually spotted out their hidden agenda.
If they were sheeps wearing wolf skin
Even crooks in professional suits.
I was tired of dealing with them,
It was like having endless battles
To find for fairness and justice.
Years ago, in a big transition in my life,
I witnessed three rainbow archways.
Framed by sun-kissed red apartments,
The setting sun kisses goodbye to the cloudless sky.
I took a picture then, between the runs from my old home
and my mother's car. Glistening brow and squinting eyes,
I raised my phone, holding it horizontally, 1...2...3.
I remembered an old meme about double rainbows,
but I found three. Back to putting cardboard boxes into the car.
The pictures were blurry, unfocused, and slightly fuzzy.
Like a memory, from one phone to the next,
The photos get transferred. Until one day, I've lost them.
I hadn't a guess where they went, lost to time probably.
Now I have slightly fuzzy archways to remember within.
One archway for the home I'm leaving behind,
Another for the latest transition to my new life,
And the last for the future I do not know.
A rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
Three distant rainbows I have no proof of, oh well.
I need only to remember to ensure they don't fade away.
Torpedo grass is a noxious weed.
To gardeners, it’s a plant they don’t need.
Widespread, it almost never grows from seed.
Some botanists say it hails from Asia.
Others claim the plant comes from Africa.
Either way, this weed made it to America.
Panicum repens is its taxonomic name.
One of the fastest growing weeds is its claim.
The grass grows in wetlands and sand dunes rapidly.
The rhizomes grow along the ground horizontally.
It withstands heat and drought quite hardily.
The plant can be used for forage and made into hay.
However, most people don’t need it any day.
I thank wikipedia.org online encycylopedia for information I needed to write this poem.
It's just today
How I feel
Hugging you
In bed
As I lie
Next to nothing
From my knees
I can only beg you more
A man incomplete
Am I lovely
Am I all
That you ever wanted
Sometimes
I'm ugly
And sometimes
You're not worth my filth
Sometimes
I know better
And sometimes
I don't
Sundays are perfect
For reflection
Broken mirrors
And less affection
And I won't
be here to see you
But I know
the truth is beneath you
I'll play your strings
I'll fall in season
With the comfort
Your voice brings
I didn't allow it to end
For the wonders of life
Between you and I
Tend to pend
A vertical trust
That horizontally mends
The Red Cross tells me there is nothing to fear, and no harm.
However, they are sticking an awfully big needle into my arm.
This organization is happy to get a donor like me.
After all, I have the rarest type which is positive AB.
I have to lie on a table horizontally
as my crimson liquid goes into the bag rather slowly.
The nurse says I am done, and she extracts the needle carefully.
Holding my arm with gauze, I feel a little dizzy.
I get up from the table rather lethargically.
They offer me all I want of doughnuts and iced tea.
Here I am with the Red Cross in Pennsylvania.
How long will my blood take to reach the Count in Transylvania?
Sexual Employee
It clocked in at 7:02 am
No orifice in sight
Placed the time card in a slot
Made its way to a metallic table
Blank white paper on the top
#2 lead pencil, covered yellow, appeared
One hour later the employee began to draw
At the center of the paper starting at point “A”
A thin line was drawn from there to point “B’ on the page
Horizontal, naturally
Below that, one hour later, another line was formed
Starting at point “C”
It too was a thin line drawn and continued on to point “D”
Horizontally, of course (the two lines never intersected)
Vertical lines could only be drawn on Fridays
Diagonals were not permitted
They were perverse and went against the laws of nature
The employee had no discernible features worth mentioning
But, it does come to work each day though
With two buttons built or installed into its side
It rolled over to the clock at 4:02 pm and punched out
Placed the time card in a designated slot and left
Went home with the push buttons still installed
One red. One green. Always the same
We never questioned
It is not our job
I whom is a rock
solid composed
of stiffened compressed Earth
~
Solid as a rock
I am held in the palm,
of your hand I dwell
Chipped horizontally thrown
Skipping the pond and lake
Waters I am strong
~
I am the eye the rock that
The surface that land
Stands on top I am solid
Let's go I don't float
I fall down down
in the waters I drowned
~
I am solid first
Stronger than dirt
A pigeon and mammals perch
Stronger than dirt and sand
I am solid as a rock
Eye whom am a rock
1/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
7/5/22
Can it be done? Possibly
Will I do it underneath the moon and sun? Probably
Honestly
It all use to bother me
I was born in it, but I don't want to die in poverty
For a long time I was doing it improperly
Living constantly
In monotony
Some inside and out hard as a rock others fragile like pottery
Many shopping designer or at the Dollar Tree
Constant thefts and scams becoming unpunished robberies
Soul has been cleansed
Already made amends
Unless you want to actually be friends
Please don't talk to me
You think you can relate with the advice you offer me
Yet behind my back its mockery
Never once been a shock to me
So f*** off with the half-assed camaraderie
The same can be said for hypocrisy
Excessive debauchery
How dare you treat another human like property
A f***** up economy
Yet another stupid policy
Whatever happened to equality
For many a lifelong struggle unless they hit the lottery
No matter about being an oddity
Ready to continue the odyssey
Holding it down solidly
Rarely do I f*** with cottage cheese
Bulls*** is what they often seem to be offering
Pondering like Socrates
Nearby several Olive trees
As I feel calm at ease
Every now and then gusts with a small breeze
A heart of gold, meanwhile continual wannabes
If I'm wrong, I man up and correct it with more than apologies
Still a world full of animosities
Half the time, you'd think it was done thoughtlessly
Often occurring vertically and horizontally
At this point, little need for a glossary
In the air, all around the land and across the seas
Moving around wisely instead of just cautiously
Girl I just want you to walk with me
I thought about you subconsciously
Thinking about you day and night with curiosity
But I got caught up on all this new technology
Moving around like a walking zombie
Not an anomaly
Despite occasional changes in viscosity
It can be traced back to the source having a pathology
It's no mystery
Shown throughout history
This pattern has repeated itself rather viciously
The cycle will not go on until infinity
In the end, how can we be on the same page when we see differently
Stepping outside the bakery, sparse trees danced in the late autumn breeze.
She set her cupcakes on the bench to don her gloves and snug her scarf tightly around her face and neck.
Jack Frost is certainly in the air this evening, she complained to herself.
Walking briskly to her home, she spotted workers making ready the outdoor skating pond, soon to be bustling with lovers of winter.
She noticed dark skies threatening an icy rain, though it was probably cold enough to snow.
Shivering, she finally scurried up her walkway to her porch, glad she was home to thaw out.
Sitting alone, she entertained a chocolate cupcake and cup of hot cocoa while watching the gloomy weather report on the news.
As the short day turned into a long night, she groaned at the sound of sleet pelting the home’s aluminum siding.
The local news ended, as did the last of her hot cocoa.
She crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her flannel clad body up to her chin.
Rising up in the predawn morning, she made ready for work.
As the wind howled without mercy, she noticed icy crystals had coated the outside of her home’s every window.
Her breath was taken as she stepped out on her porch.
Icy flakes of snow raged horizontally in the blustery wind.
The weather report had been accurate; the blizzard pounded the city landscape.
She trudged the half mile to work at the bakery, longing for spring.
August 26, 2016