Long Hurts Poems
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Living on Tulsa Time
Oops Borrowed Time
Written: by Tom Wright
4/25/2018
As my body infrastructure has begun to crumble,
Time has slowed my steps and I’ve began to stumble.
Body parts have become worn and some were replaced,
And I must rely on memory when my past is retraced.
I’ve lived an active life and for that I now am paying,
Practically everything hurts which is quite dismaying.
It seems most of my body parts are in need of mending,
But, as a fighter I won’t quit, I’ll continue until my ending.
I’ve lived a blessed life, and deem myself, being endowed,
My invested life years are more than God ever vowed.*
* Psalm 90:10 K.J.V.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten;
The soulful whisper of love's promise
Hangs in my heart
As if,
It were the air I needed to breathe
And the water I needed to sustain myself!
It hangs in there, in the tiny broken pieces
Of my bloody heart,
Bloodied by my pain, my tears, my agony
As would never be understood by any mortal
Who bears no witness to the origin of my cause!
Pray, love, when whispered it has been
By the skies,
Is of consequent importance to the cosmos
But,
When rebuked it is,
It hurts even the makers of creation
Who can only watch in silence
As compelled parents do
When their offspring choose to rebel against them!
Of this soulful whisper, though, have I made my aim
On it do I cry myself to sleep, on it do I smile
To this pretentious world,
Hoping that the will of the Gods does get fulfilled!
I am called to stay I stand barefoot touching the grasses walking on top of the dirt;
Just a gentle man
I stand before the beauty inside me as I'm replenished with love it washes away the hurt;
Just a gentleman
I stand calling my tinder ears itch below my nostrils The Fragrant a blessing;
My inner eye itching I can't see the invisible but the invisible sees me as my hand twitches;
Capturing me beautiful Father Embrace in me Your Love
But beautiful am I because I am yours fragrance son daughter;
Now I come to lift up to be your hope not a bother;
Question is what do I have to give
Live on not at not at naught
Just a wish in mine endeavor
Father blessings is
My requests are, is
May I see with your eyes in her eyes
May I be her surprise decree speak life, Always
May I pull apart any hurts and broken pieces
May I be a gentle present man
O' gentleman that I am
May I be there when needed
May I stay away
May I feel the pains you feel, instead of you my dear
May I be available in my heart, vessel and soul
Father release yourself in me
I am your Beautiful
May I hold her dreams and visions
May I be ear allow me Father to receive, listen and be still
May I bless her through all that you it's you
May I be a gentle present man
O' gentleman that I am
May I be a gentle present man
O' gentleman that I am
Gentle is a man's heart when he flows In Jesus
9/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
WHEN YOU ARE YOUNG AND
MEMORY IS HOT AND SHARP,
CUTTING LIKE A STEEL BLADE
THROUGH PETTY HURTS AND
THOSE ORPHANED GRIEVANCES
SEARCHING ALWAYS
FOR A HOME OF THEIR OWN,
THEN YOU MAKE A SLAVE
OF YOUR UNSEEN SOUL....
BUT NOT UNTIL YOU BECOME OLD,
VERY OLD,
CAN YOUR SOUL FINALLY AWAKEN
IN A SWEET FREEDOM, THE FREEDOM
OF FORGETFULNESS--
FOR BY THEN ALL THE POINTLESS PAIN OF
YOUR ONCE SUNLIT YOUTH IS LONG GONE,
VANISHED WITH LUST AND BEAUTY AND
THAT WILD FIERCE STRENGTH YOU ONCE
OWNED IN MUSCLE AND SINEW....
SO LIFE'S LITTLE JOKE IS THIS: ONLY WHEN
YOU ARE AGED AND WEAKENED AND SO
AFRAID OF FALLING, ONLY THEN WILL YOU
FINALLY FEEL FREE, FREE OF PAST PAIN,
FREE OF ALL REGRET, FREE OF THE FUTURE.
Betrayal My Love
Honor your own cold blackened heart
You filthy dirty whore
Demonic pagan worthless piece of godless wonderment
You stealing thieving thing
Betrayal is the soiled sewer’s game you play
Taking joy at targeting the trust of others
Wasting each and every soul you touch
That touches you with money
You give this world the ugliest thing you can
Your promise in the form of candy and sweet snacks
But give nothing back
Sinister flashing smiles, advertises, pretty wrapped packaging
Is all that you display
But when it comes to paying you
You steal my quarters
Leave me empty
What hurts worse?
Craving for your sweets my love
What is behind the machine you pretend to be?
Betrayal, poverty, as I’m left standing
No more money to enter in your slots
No more quarters in my pockets and no more candies
You worthless vending machine monstrosity
You thieving *****!
Give me back my money or I’ll break the glass!
8/28/14 Any Old Poem Will Do #3 - contest
I don’t know what I want right now
But I want it somehow
You must give it to me
Set me free
You love me too much
Not enough as such
I want more but less
We must figure out which is best
I want you, but I don’t
I want you to leave, but you won’t
I wish you would stay
Please don’t go away
You don’t really know me
I don’t know who to be
All your love has driven me mad
I am happy and yet sad
This love is so complicated
Over sophisticated
You don’t make any sense
You keep talking nonsense
We can work this thing through
Just be someone else & not you
I am actually fine
I just keep losing my mind
Only I can see what’s wrong
It’s you going on & on
You just don’t understand me
That’s the problem, don't you see?
I know we have something good
It’s written in blood
You make me smile
But now it’s over, if only for a while
You are immature with your feelings
You speak with many meanings
It’s time you grew up
I’ve put the kettle on, would you like a cup
She was like a big doll, he thought,
As he watched her standing stoically
So prominent in the window display.
A window shopper looked in. So attractive, he thought.
Suddenly all reminiscent ideas fled,
As she had disappeared from view.
He walked towards the window display.
There was the dummy wearing a coat
With a large mirror behind it.
Not a coat of fashion, though around the neck
It had some expensive fur, a mink no doubt.
It was not beyond his means really.
He mused whether he would dare offer it to her.
But he hardly knew her and was not rich really,
Just a poor latrine attendant with no schooling.
Dreams! He was a fool for out of the shop
She came wearing the coat and she was not alone.
A hunk of a man strode confidently with her.
He looked back at the window now without the coat.
Only the mirror remained. His face leered back at him.
Was his face that ugly that he resembled a mink?
Ah well, even minks have a loving mate!
When a sailor man bade his sweetheart good bye
he said she should tarry a year
until he sailed back with silver and gold
and a ring to dry her last tear.
"To me you are more than silver and gold,"
said the maid in sorrow and pain.
"The ocean is cruel and the wind will change,
and we'll meet no never again."
The sailor laughed at his love's deepest fear,
"What's a year in Time's vast flow?
Wait for the day my good ship returns,
then the truth of this promise you'll know."
The maid remained faithful and constant in love
in this world where few things are clear,
till she met a young man with no silver and gold.
What he did have was abundant - and near.
Going home Billy got stung by a bee, " It hurts too much! "
His mom checked out his little hand full of sticky sugar,
but she didn't see anything on his skin soft and fair,
" You are okay! " She consoled him with a touch.
Getting close to home he saw a moaning man in his thirty;
he had uncombed hair, a long beard and thick red eyebrows,
" Mom, look the hungry rabbi is asking for money! "
He pointed out to that man with a grime-smeared face.
" No, Billy he's a poor guy with a dog to keep his safe! "
" Mom, he's wearing a dirty coat and hat! He's too ugly! "
And breaking away from her, he ran into the school cop;
" Where are you going, pal? Where's your mom, Billy? "
He pulled him to the curb, sipping from his coffee cup.
" The rabbi's clothes stink, he needs to take a bath! " He cried out.
" I see no rabbi sitting on the side walk, he's a beggar, kid! "
Thank God, he is! Can I give him some money to buy bread? "
The tall policeman nodded and Billy ran to give his money and heart.
wat happen
who is this
this man he's at my door
standing there wanting and waiting to explore
explore things that i adore
i dont know what he want
i dont know why he is here
all i know is that he just appeared
standing there dark and sexy
this is kind of weird
he say he want to talk
talk about what
i should have know
he wanted my butt
this man that i dont really know
comes back again what the hell for
me being in need for good conversation
let him in
tell me your thoughts whats going on
now was it my fault that he's not happy at home
he's a real man as far as i can see
i didnt think that he was just a wana be
he was kind and very sincere
2 months later he's calling me dear
oh what the hell i wasn't looking for this
but my heart melts from the touch of his kiss
now im screaming i love daddy each and everyday
we didnt know it was going to be this way
8 months later im losing his kid a one night stand that was
taken too far 2 1\\2 years later now we have grown apart
i never meant to let him in my heart
it hurts so bad whats a girl 2 do
just want to let his wife know
i never meant to hurt you
i know that she loves him but
i do too.