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Just another teardrop cries
forming in the corners of my eyes.
How many now have fallen and are circling
with every thought and memory of you resurfacing?
Once they were all joy and laughter paired
chuckling at our youth and foolish endeavors shared,
but here they come again with all their worth
in fall and winter. spring and summer's rebirth
while in the shadows of a pale white sunburst
your nearness slipped away too easily dispersed;
gentle breezes tease the memories loosened free
drifting lightly in the branches of the holly tree
dancing on the water's frozen falling cascade
and I find myself alone despite the plans once laid.
Here they come again,
the constant tears for my best friend
leave your soul, your spirit here
allow me to cry with you, one last and final tear.
Silent One, One Last Tear 2/4/19
In the heart of the Loire valley
Where the river wends its way
A young dreamer lured by nature
Free of care played music gay
As he wandered along footpaths
Playing lightly on his flute
By the vineyards in abundance
And the orchards full of fruit.
It was there that he encountered
A fair maiden and her art
She was painting on her canvas;
With a smile she stole his heart.
From then on they met in secret
Near the rolling hills in green
Where the flowers looked in wonder.
They were happy and serene.
They made love and plans together
Spoke of dreams they meant to share
Looked at life through coloured lenses
And built castles in the air.
Then one night a storm erupted
Unexpected in mid May,
Raging waters in a frenzy
Came and took her life away.
All his dreams were quickly shattered
And the castle tumbled down
For his Queen of Hearts had left him
Broken king without a crown.
In the ruins of the castle
He was left to sit and grieve
And his friends who came to visit
All were kindly asked to leave.
Days and nights passed undetected
As he dreamed of raven hair
On his lips he felt her kisses
Woke to find she was not there.
Then one day, he rose with vigour
Once again he built the dream
Made a castle even finer
Standing stately by their stream.
And the people came to marvel
At the wonder of this sight
For there in the very centre
Was her statue gleaming bright.
Now the castle so resplendent
Stands a testament to love
Which will never wane or wither
Conquers death and soars above.
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26th August, 2015
Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian
Contest: Partner Up
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
SAID THE PANDEMIC aren't you afraid yet
I've been around a long time.
They call me SARS, MERS and now COVID-19.
Take precautions,
be clean and careful
for I descend like an Omen.
Sneezing,
coughing,
bone chilling hot temperatures
that destroy your lungs
and even your heart.
I can be Deadly!
I am the result of human misjudgment and interjection,
from consuming the forbidden,
overuse of antibiotics,
and chemical experiments to name a few.
You know they created me.
So do yourself a favor,
eat lots of veggies,
fish, black seed oil,
take your vitamins,
anything to boost your wimpy immune systems,
because I refuse to be treated lightly.
I do show up without knowledge,
travel in thin air,
spreading by the slightest of touches,
even lingering for a while,
wherever you may leave me,
on cart handles,
door knobs,
counter tops,
wash rooms,
just about any and everywhere.
So be Cautious and Aware,
for yes I AM DEADLY
and will take you
before your time.
Dawn's light shimmers through silver clouded skies
as the flow of morning's tide starts to rise
In a dinghy, he prays for just one wish
"Please, God, let me catch a lot of big fish."
Patiently, he sits waiting for the tug
on line baited with a grubworm or bug.
Fishing twine, his small fingers, lightly grips
Not a sigh or complaint comes from his lips.
His father, lost at sea, fighting a war
when he was but a little lad of four.
His mornings now spent on the rippling sea
to feed his younger siblings, there were three.
"I can take care of us," he said out loud.
His Mom's loving smile made him very proud
She cried while sewing him a winter coat
so he would stay warm as he sat afloat.
He rises before the first glint of sun
Doing a man's work before day is done
providing his family food to sup
A child, too quickly compelled to grow up.
November 9, 2021
Photo #2 Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
It was a a close call;
Twas a misstep I almost fall;
So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes;
Despite of the rederick;
I held on to the positives;
Night to dawn:
Shines so bright;
Lightly drinks the fawn;
So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes;
In the dark sun sleeps;
As the awaken moon soul dance;
When goes the moon to sleep as well;
The sun shines wakes up and prance;
So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes;
It was a a close call;
Twas a misstep I almost fall;
So call in misstep of winters night sun sleeps moonlit wakes;
2/9/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
In The Realm of Silver Linings,
you never will find rust,
and never will you ever
see things turn to dust.
Bees may sting, but in this realm,
a bee’s sting does not hurt.
The sweetest honey flows instead.
Baklava will be dessert.
In the Realm of Silver Linings,
should you break a bone,
by nightfall you are healed.
No one has been heard to groan.
Illness rarely finds you there.
Even if it should -
recovery comes as easily
as simply knocking wood.
In the Realm of Silver Linings
lemons don’t need to be sour,
and needful rainfall only comes
lightly like a shower.
You may think such a place
as this cannot exist,
but those with faithful hearts
by good luck there are kissed.
In the Realm of Silver Linings
live those who learned to cope
with trials previously given
but who all the while kept their hope!
Because of it, we laughed as grass is green—there is she not common.
Realizing how it is I became, such implied in her with favor.
--
And, being left off distant of, but near to her, I thus became—
whose teeth, white, flashed: the sun as she was now to smile and show them.
--
I was drawn inside by her sweet, minty breath she made as was it.
I inhaled with each profound look; I rediscovered.
--
Lost, then finally found within dark caves of sound, so deep
and smooth, so rich and throaty, singing music all the time—
--
never ravaged but by scotch and time and filtered cigarettes.
--
Though detached, always above, I look again there down below.
Such is an undulation, a visitation—
invisible muscles moving up and down.
--
A young woman on the beach, she hurries past us, saying,
drawing briefly it aside: a red and white bandana.
--
“Made,” she said, “in China.”
Hot, a sweating mask, I looked far out beyond it.
Bronzed her body was. I think of her with violet posies,
confusing she with her.
--
“Does your Lady and the Mister wish to take it to the ocean?
Does the Lady and the Mister wish to wash it lightly off?”
--
One day, in time, each grain of sand and foam, she did—politely—ask.
--
I decided that, if it comes when I, and if I must,
that this next verbal jolt—when it hit—could fly a kite without a tail.
Certain repercussions of those acute remarks left me thinking:
as hearts are won, then thoughts be lost.
--
She with her, and I—this afternoon—could still maybe be; the sun is hot.
--
I concentrated on both. By my seat a well of deep emotions.
With a careful, deeper why, I trust my mind to find it wanders.
Kept thus safe in time, inside I've grown to know and ponder as to why.
--
Wistful—he for she, her much, and subtle—
this my love could be her double.
Once was I of kind, like mind—
a person drifts at times so far away.
--
When life, like that, just walks away, or simply floats right past us,
then washed amongst the rocks and foam, the wind—it blows away.
--
Recoiled from birth—always snapping
Clawing his way through the frustration of failure
Empty tremors dare to break her stance
But like some light, unseen object
She is never fully on ground
But floating just above his lowered head
Critical in all that he sees
Little visions he retrieves—but everything is clear to her
Unlike this weed, she glorifies disappointment
And laughs at the face of discouragement
As merciless hearts pull and tug at his body and mind
She leaves him wondering why she is so kind
Either under or above—her patience is ferocious
Her touch is ice sliding across oiled silk
And so light—it burns
As his entire being shutters with angry love
For just when he reaches her level
She abandons above
Burrowing in the recesses of some other secret spot
Only he possesses—and only she can attain
As miserable as he is, his emotions are cooled
By the playfulness of her ever-changing mood
And at times he can only stop and stare
Something as beautiful as she
Could be found everywhere
But for him he finds not one to compare
Though her qualities are the billowing seas
Though her features read upon the fructuous clouds
And upon the smiling sky tides
In every dimple of a smile
Every warmth by the fire
New laughter in a heartened heart
Eyes glare toward heaven
And smash those below
As she lightly squeezes his soul
And never quite lets him go
Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who's never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I'm not the one you want, babe
I will only let you down
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and more
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
Go melt back in the night
Everything inside is made of stone
There's nothing in here moving
And anyway I'm not alone
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly
And to come each time you call
A lover for your life and nothing more
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
It Ain’t Me Babe by Bob Dylan
Not I
I can’t be there for you when you want
I can’t pick you up all the time
I can’t just be a lover and that’s it
I can’t come whenever you call
I can’t just love you alone
I can’t promise to never leave
I can’t defend you if you are wrong
I can’t be strong all of the time
I say leave while you can
Because it is not I you need
Among Solomon’s first love commands in the book of his Song of Songs,
He adjures the young maidens by the gazelle, and how charm makes them strong.
For the gazelle is a gorgeous creature with beauty and unequalled grace.
She moves with elan and fleetness of foot, darting here and there leaving no trace.
Her sensuous body, caressed by the gentle breeze, trots about almost unseen,
Making the wildflower to blush and the envious grasses to turn a vivid green.
Eyes sparkling, she darts lightly about the meadow with all of her senses alert.
Seeming to be rolling and gliding, she can disappear and reappear in a spurt.
In the beauty of the length of savannah, she has no noticeable match.
Prancing from one thicket to the next, she stays too smart to catch.
Knowing well her environs, she blends with the hues of the scene.
By dieting lightly and steadily moving, she keeps her figure lovely and lean.
The photogenic bounty of every cameraman’s trained eye,
Her graceful hurdles and jumps can literally touch the sky.
The beauty of her eyes are a legend, their sharpness is a must.
Such a marvel of lightness and grace, there are few that she can trust.
Throughout two of the largest continents, she has reigned as a goddess;
Yet being a figure of poise and glamor, she remains demure and modest.