Long Intrusion Poems
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Pearly Love
Your pearly charm pierced my heart in pain and pleasure
The deep intrusion caused my passion to ooze
Droplets processed my pearl of love in silence
Just like a pearl in natural glamour
Forms from Oyster nectar
To honor your majestic beauty and elegance
I offered you the peerless pearl necklace.
Your smile glowed like a string of glittering pearls
With the necklace I have dedicated my pearly heart
Don’t embarrass me but honor my passion
Accept my love, be mine.
11/25/15
For The Contest In The Mood of Love
fourth placement
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Idlers, paved paths with active energies, purloining, feigning amity.
Dodgy & concealing past immoral dregs by comradely, waspish mien.
Obdurately empowered by this stranger plucked from their nocturnal fantasies
Wanton mistresses of countless broken walls in desperation for time.
Unbridled intrusion cloaked in religiosity vexed by undefined arrogance.
Oft, in pretext, manipulating, with energies stronger than the POPE.
Habits of a thuggish intervention foist on bewitched “soul tie”
Ill-beseeming nuances summoning this Stygian to their unsealed brothels
Obvious cliquish vindictive venom of a barrage of past bed felon.
Zestfully compelling, violently intrusive and surreptitiously preying.
Ending the farce, Rapscallion oozing countless entries on the rotten hole.
Some people leave us without any reason,
We are left in treason.
The memories remain as if in prison,
Because they don't tend to erase with season.
We slowly in our thoughts resign
All those fake smiles we do design.
Remembering those moments so pristine,
we ourselves to our past assign.
Slowly succumbing to depression,
Habituating ourselves to aggression
We lead our life with confusion,
Wondering the reason for this intrusion.
Losing eventually the smallest of perfections,
We tend to malfunction.
Our heart slowly slipping away to detention,
We cry ourselves to sleep in desperation.
Waiting if there would be any hope,
But our conscience countering with a nope
We do ourselves dope,
With the drug called depression we cope.
Your aura packs rapt confusion -
it snap drags me with a cyclone’s aloof ~
Your spring perfume cloaks your stroked fall spoof
and your bright appeal conceals delusion -
yet, my eager seeks your smoked flair’s intrusion.
My climbing hope seeks a clue -
it examines gaps in your fickle climate ~
I attempt to riot your depths of private.
Your sky-air raises hints of midnight blue
to dance breezy-twirls on my need's point of view.
Intoxication steeps your vibrations -
flirt notes disguise your spirit’s tone ~
still my swollen need seeks burns in your cool zone.
Your essence boasts self-confident foundations
while my patina pales from riled frustrations.
About This Poem
It's In The Jeans
The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was as the Coca Cola bottle as the saying goes
“Hi princess, can I be of any assistance to get your jeans off
I can imagine it will be a challenge for you without some help”
Smiling and blushing the young lady pass her hands over her hips
Letting the young man imaginations run wild like wild stallions
The bus came and he let her go up ahead of him, like a gentleman
She went into the nearest seat, he sat beside her claiming his territory
“So, may I come home with you so we can discard this intrusion to your beauty?”
“Well, since you ask so nicely and you are such a gentleman, of course you may”
They got off at her stop and she led the way to her apartment’s door
His eyes never leaving her blue denim clad sexy voluptuous curves
What a treat I have tonight he thought, I will make her want me over and over
I will slowly peel off that tight blue jeans while kissing every inch of her
“Can I get you something to drink,” she ask. “Yes, may I have a cold beer please?”
He sips his beer, she her tonic wine, while they try to get more acquainted
With every word he says he draws closer, destroying the space between them
Finally he touches her, peeling the jeans away, the prize within his grasp
He is kissing her all over her face, lips and neck. Not looking from the face down
Suddenly he looked to where his hands were busy. Hello! He is thinking. Where
are all the curves?
What is this I am seeing? All the loose skin kept in by the tight blue sexy denim was
hanging
Things did fall apart, all pun intended, because the young man ran like the devil was
after him
I love you
I love you
I love you
Not from the mouth, love
Not from the heart
I love you with God
All tho time and time and again
You see me as just a friend
And upon this version
There's appears to be an intrusion
Must be dreaming
Of this I'm believing
I love you
I love you
I love you
Not from the mouth, love
Not from the heart
I love you with God
My love for you is of God
My love is more than just a touch
So much, just us together praising
Praying, of this I'm believing
No I'm not dreaming
I love you with God
I love you
I love you
I love you
Not from the mouth, love
Not from the heart
I love you with God
6/12/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
She leaves Southampton
This Titanic ship
Her maiden voyage
New York trip
Channel crossings to Cherbourg, France
To Queenstown in Ireland
Where passengers dance
To some, a new life awaits
The future will seal their fate
Newfoundland waters
Temperature drop
Impending disaster
Without a thought
Lookouts, Fleet and Lee
Spot a large iceberg close to she
Sitting off her starboard bow
Sweat dripping from their brow
Telegraph indicator
In confusion state
This colossus of ice
Sits and waits
Inevitable meet
As natures diamond rips
Starboard side
Of this most wonderful ship
Rivets pop, buckled hull
Atlantic intrusion, in volumes now
Compartments fill, this White Star gem
Will we ever see her likes again
Distress signal sent
As the crew are readied
This ship of ships
Emotionally unsteady
Lifeboats launched
Woman and children first
On this terrible night
Many fear the worst
So many passengers
Few lifeboats
As all around
Bodies float
Stern raised, props showing
Metal talking, funnels choking
Lights flicker off and on
Blackout
September 1 Scripture Meditations Based on Nahum 1-3
Key Verse– Nahum 1:7 The LORD is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEING MY STRONGHOLD
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of trouble
Midst hell-fire’s punishment, causing fright-tremble…
Your goodness has reached out to me from sin-rubble
Enabling me to be spiritually stable.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of adversity
Midst pride’s destruction, bringing haughtiness-calamity…
Your mercy has visited me from transgression and iniquity
Enabling me to be prayerfully mighty.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of judgment
Midst filthiness-prevalence, poisoning corruption-involvement…
Your love has attended to me against idolatry’s indictment
Enabling me to be truly free from wrath’s torment.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of testing
Midst weakness’ attack, intensifying doubt-venting…
Your faithfulness has upheld me from discouragement-fainting
Enabling me to be constantly depending on You, always trusting.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of crises
Midst discontentment’s complaints, seeking satisfaction-caress…
Your provision has filled me from scarcity-curses
Enabling me to be joyfully grateful with Your sufficiency that blesses.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of confusion
Midst anxiety’s fatigue, fortifying foolishness-permission…
Your truth has secured me against unbelief’s intrusion
Enabling me to be firmly settled in Your wisdom for my learning session.
Thank You for being my stronghold in the day of loneliness
Midst misery’s sickness, drowning health-wellness…
Your gladness has cheered me up from desolation-madness
Enabling me to be victoriously worshipful with peacefulness.
September 1, 2022
I think back on the women,
I've graced with my presence,
Some thankful, some spiteful,
For the short or long sentence,
They did all provide me,
With an honest intrusion,
At times complimentary,
With a twist of confusion,
They covered the spectrum,
From need to desire,
Whether mental ignition,
Or pure physical fire,
The look or the glare,
The symmetrical tush,
The banter or lingo,
The instinctual push,
The appetite for sex,
Or lack thereof too,
Usually led me,
To know what to do,
Some captured my id,
And played it so well,
To cause both of my heads,
To stand up and swell,
Some tried to tame me,
With nothing to gain,
Which usually led to,
The end of their reign,
A few pandered, at times,
To my every request,
But too much of one thing,
Is pleasant, at best,
Some braved to challenge,
My self at the core,
Then failed to provide,
The goods at the door,
Some I enjoyed,
For the thrill or the fun,
But life really starts,
Once the laughing is done,
The flavors of quality,
Distinctions of trait,
What drew me towards them,
While I told others to wait,
Each are an insight,
To the road I have traveled,
And to parts, yet unseen,
Which are soon to unravel,
So while my fate,
Is soon to be written,
I'll ponder all those,
Who have nibbled or bitten.
(5/6/97)
Morning arrives, out of bed, coffee beckons,
Pass the hallway mirror, reflection directions.
Stop dead in tracks, return to check the vision
Looking weary despite night's invasion.
Closer inspection of my face
Hair receding but not stopped intrusion
Out of nose and ears, a forest is flourishing.
Need a shave without question,
Vision seems to say you have permission.
Now I realise there are two voices,
Mine I recognise, other not so sure.
Younger man's voice still no recognition
When you signed up for this adventure
Did you believe there would be no questions?
While I struggled for an answer,
Questions flowed from the asker.
Looked around, no one watching,
Decided to join in this session.
When I talk to myself,
Questions are usually answered
With the sense, that makes me happy
This face to face has now turned ugly
Now the vision is of a younger man,
Struggle to understand recognition
I stand in awe at the happening,
Laughter comes from the younger man
I now stand and listen
Life's lessons are being given
Mirror becomes mist covered,
I lean forward and begin to rub.
I freeze and look at two visions
Mam and Dad stand before me.
Ask the questions you did not before
Could not speak, tears flowed
Awoke in bed, it was just a nightmare.
Lay there with the scenes fresh in my head
Kitchen calls, coffee needed
Pass the hallway mirror without a glance
Return to mirror coffee in hand
No vision now seen, not even me.