Long Lifeworld Poems

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A Stranger Is My Friend

The world is out there
If we even knew...
A stranger if we dare
If we only know what is real...

We see each other everyday
We never knew to greet
What are words for strangers to say?
When an everyone i am... you meet?

We grew tired of everyone, you and I
Perhaps of ourselves... myself
And to the world we begin to lie
A deeper secret, an honor be held

If not for work or purposes
Forever to remain are strangers we be
Aren't we the ones to control causes?
Perhaps of ourselves we do not see

The world is a nowhere
Because of a known we knew
A stranger do we dare?
If only we knew what is real...
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Foolish Lives

Often do things do not turn out as expected
How it becomes to be, how far we have come to see
And here we are with our every days as enlisted
Realizing all things to be made a memory

Working our days into lives we come to live
Loving another for a bond to be made
Seeking means for a willingness to believe
With an end to be compelled to simply await

Did we honestly choose for the lives we lead?
From the many confusions cause by the world today
Is there not a promise once… made to meet?
Can we even recall… from the disappearing yesterdays?

And we spend our lives searching for things we create
Believing for only an instance from the world made true
Towards another we learn ourselves to relate
Making sure along the way, to simply not be a fool

Irony can simply be the word to describe
Waiting our whole lives before the final comfort
Things to always be doing to only seem alike
How it becomes to be, only to see the way forward
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.

The New World

I circled the world in a point of time
And I discovered the story 
Of Christopher Columbus’s lifetime
You know, he was born in Italy in 1451?

Young Chris sailed the seas as a felon
Attacking the ships of Moors,
But sadly his vessel was a sunken
Luckily he knew how to swim ashore.

Chris and his brother joined together,
And then he married happily
His wife’s father gave him registers
That all positioned toward the Atlantic.

Dreams for new lands were not far away
Across the seas they would set sail
To see worlds that would be new that day
And bring news that would change humanity.

First permissions were reject for the Indies
Then loving eyes died shortly afterwards
Leaving a son, so he sailed for the Spanish seas
And once more nobility refused his traveling ideas.

There was another wife and yet another child
In the shadow of time were more denials
His needs for finance seemed lost and wild
When a priest put forward for his sake and won.

Chris found his way together with his sons
And three ships that set sail for the Indies
Santa Maria flowed proudly in the setting sun
The Pinta, and The Nina followed closely behind.

The final voyage with vivid eyes showed the way
In 1492 Columbus sailed to the Canaries,
And the Sargasso Seas guided false passageway
Mutiny, anger and violence almost ruined the trip.

Alas the ideas of India and China came into view 
Though the Santa Maria sank into the sea
The New World had been discovered by the few
It is now time to go home and spread the great news.

The journey has found a new world for the future
And the human race will now circle the globe
Ships will come and develop a land that is ever pure
Together the new lands will stand fourth as one big world.
Form: Verse

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I’m sorry for my flaws
I appreciate everything you do for me
I wish I could always smile at passing children
I wish I felt better about myself
I wish I saw the light you provide for me
The light I voluntarily turn my back from
The light I’m suppose to drink 
As if to keep hydrated.

I’m surrounded by quarters and unfinished books
I read because I’m searching for affirmation
Quarters for clothes to be kept clean.

I’m divulgent
I parade my flaws
I hide, trip, and reveal my flaws
I am in constant concern of my own being
And a stillness of thought for a mind to be kept clean.

The world is a messy place
Our mind the raking of leaves
The leaves of the world fall and we rake
The leaves of the world fall and we rake
We fall and awake and fall again.

Love is warm, harmless, and stamped
Inefficiently weak by the assemblies of faces
Swept up by the world’s business of cold linear time
Moving like a sad and brutal train.

I sit at the station
My fingers interlocked pressing against my face
Peering through the thicket of my spirit.

Hours later, maybe, I am looking up the hill
Pulling my elephant.
Children circle around my small progress
Skipping and laughing.

(They don’t care,
They just like elephants.)

Though, last night, I dreamt I rode a killer whale
And so here it dawns on the weakened spirit:

That I am the Whale Rider of the Phantom World
Wandering through 10th Avenue
My flaws in our wake
My fist pumped high in the air
In the name of a Life Authentic.

This all dreamy and wonderful
While in the world of machines and mass movement
The elephant keeps his slow, tugging gait behind me,
Ignorant of dreams.

Broken

My body is broken, my mind stays strong
Thoughts endlessly bounce of the pages 
Pages from an unfinished chapter 
In a book with no chance

Why talk if no one listens
Why write if no one reads
The idea is there, like a seed
Waiting to be planted

It's amazing to watch
Life grow and blossom 
With time and effort
There are endless possibilities

A vision so unbelievably strong
One could only hold on
As the world chased it's tail
Trying to catch up to itself

As the world's opportunities 
Expose themselves in offering
Waiting for the perfect moment
When the world catches up

A soul'd strength 
Forever tested 
By the hardships endured
With a body that's broken


Money....

Money….


What can you do with money?
Well let’s stop and think; Money can buy you all the stilettos or marble sinks
A new Bentley fully chromed and tricked out
With the rims sitting 26 inches and you’re wondering what the fuss is about
People are stealing your rims and all you seem to do is replace them
Money can buy you all your hearts desire
From expensive wigs, weaves, clothes,
To cell phones, booze, and whose


There is nothing good that comes from money
Gambling it all away loosing is never funny
They say money makes the world go round
But all I’ve found is the world to be upside down
I am discussed and dismayed with money today
Money always seem to find a way to send you to an early grave
Money will forever remain the root of all evil
For those who love, the money making believers
Form:

Today

My life has lost its being once again,i thought i left this past but were have i really
been, at parties drinking on gin, my God time has passed again, my children are being
born, heart broken soul gone, now i sit and ask myself am i so unimportant to the world
and life, and my answer how and i suffered every burden and strife, is their nothing in
store for me in a world of pain and greed, so much hate and a child to feed, i have seen
the end of the world everyday i wake up, even when i eat and drink out of my cup, when the
world is being seen stop and look at yourself and every human being, money is to much to
pay, Just sit back and look at today...............
Form:

Death Sentence

It's always sad & sorrowful when
someone is taking so young from this world
whether it be murder or rape victims
children that disappeared years ago missing it's sickening
but...it's the world we live in yeah I know
death is a given but when it's taken from
the youth it's a tragedy a travesty
so every life that's lost...it feels like I...
knew them personally like one of my own family
you see I wear my emotions on my sleeves
so tell me while you're reading my
facial expression...what do you see
can you see it the anger hatred & turmoil
as a people how far we've fallen tell me
who's gonna catch us I know we live reckless oh Lord
but please have mercy on this nation
yes we are waiting to be taken from this place and
I can relate I lost a few comrades
it's like we writing off our own fate
when we let this world consume us
because we grew up with single mothers
& dads it's a sad site and we in the fight
of our life to stay alive overcome the temptations
of hardships and wanting to commit suicide or be a homicide victim
so I beg of you oh Lord throw us down some
comfort help us to rebuke the demons
help us to never overlook repentance
so that you never hear our prayers talking about
yet another death sentence
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

A Year Already

I wish I knew what to do
I wish there is a way to move along
To live in a world I term unreal
With only an age more before I’m begone

Older I become… ignorance is to learn
Yet… isn’t older to be, to be wiser in turn
To be wiser to endure perhaps… is earn
Yet to endure… will I one day be burnt

Already a year more it has to be
Another year like this… what is to become of me?
Must ignorance be of ultimate remedy?
Before another age can procure freedom to be free

Our lives we live in rules given by man
We learn to be cultured and civilized… but did we?
As the world change, the world change towards every end
And of every end unaware for any one to see

Some maintain as their own
Others like me changes with time
Yet time was unknown to be known
To only leave everyone else behind
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

That Winter Evening

In that winter evening, I dread what I saw..;

The pain as the little child cried..!!

Left on the huge pile of straw..;

Shivering and crying the child look tired..!!

No one at sight, to answer the poor angel’s plight..;

Not a piece of cloth to shield her from the chilly breeze..;

Though the face now pale, eyes are still so bright..!!

Child is crying as she suffers in the natures might..!!

What wrong could she have done..??

Is being a girl is such a Burdon..??

Such a beauty but still left to die..;

I can see she is hurt as she has a bruised black eye..!!

I just can’t see her cry..;

I can’t help her, as she is not in the same world as I..!!

Slowly the loud cry turned low..!!

I knew she would die and that too slow..!!

How is this fair I wondered..??

The poor soul is dying ..;

As this world is no longer the place I loved..!!

The one I loved the most,

Has become worst than the wild..!!

Now even I pray for the angel to die..!!

Come back angel, come back to me..!!

I can’t even be forgiven..;

For the one who created this jungle is no one but me..!!

But never did I thought, my presence would be forgotten..!!

Love would be forgotten while hatred will prevail..!!

This world is to end sooner than I thought..;

As in that winter evening, I saw what I always dreaded..!!
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