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so long ago, I found you, sweet
and yet, our tome is incomplete
through all the recollections, us
a query that still haunts me, thus:
what are those things I do not know
I've done, to make you hate me so?
I've searched my mind for most a life
for what I worked to bring you strife …
and as I sift thoughts past, thereof
those mem'ries only breathe of love
the moments, many, spent with you
midst yearning's tender rendezvous
yet, I'm within your heart and head
the brute you feel were better dead
I wonder, do you wait those words
of my swift passing? And once heard …
will then not come the smallest start
of longings, deep within your heart
for all sweet, tender moments, ours
the petals of those thornless flowers …
that bloomed so many bygone years
and grew from love, with not a tear
that you have somehow made a sin
oh, how did such crimes e’er begin?
the dearest love you've turned awry
and I, naught but the question, why?
how, when I leave, my final thought
will be, what is this crime I wrought …
that took my dearest love from me?
oh pray, could you please help me see?
can you not spare one crumb this bread
before your first true love ... is dead?
No Grand Ball or Gown
Cinderella now with a frown
Swipe right Instant Like
Swipe left Instant Dislike.
The alarm set for 12 a.m
Cinderella has to wake up then
Prince Charming awake now
Three dots on the screen
Waiting on someone who is typing
His emotions, or so you think
Cinderella eager now for him to reveal
The part she likes most, his heart.
Cinderella nodding off now
Waking up with a start
Typing in four dots, indicating we’ll see
End of discussion from me.
Morning dawns on Cinderella
Playing with five dots
Full of uncertainty, four walls of prison
Surrounds her completely.
Six dots, a signal of thoughts unspoken
A unsettled utterance for that somebody
Coming back to a single dot
Full Stop.
Carry on dancing Cinderella
In circles around a dot
This allows for keeping your eyes off clocks
And a ear out only for the Alarm.
05.09.2020
I'm a wella for you,
beloved.
i sabi you're thirsty.
i am aware. Wella,
a spring waters for you.
i am a fountain for wella for you com, make me be a wella for you.
you de always thirsty, beloved. I find you water
as long as i'm alive.
i am a wella for refreshment.
a wella a system for you?
i am a fountain.
i am ya wella, com drink ya water. Mai love
I'm a well for you,
beloved.
I know you're thirsty.
I am aware. Well,
a spring waters for you.
I am a fountain of well for you Come, let me be a well for you.
You are always thirsty, beloved. I give you water
As long as I'm alive.
I am a well of refreshment.
A well a system for you?
I am your fountain.
I am your well, come drink your water. My love.
7/27/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Love’s Touch
the first touch was tentative,
the scent tantalizingly different,
the sounds and nuances yet to
be experienced, known, trusted.
she was beautiful, firm, curvaceous,
polished, but not yet refined, not
yet molded by the necessities of
moving in fluid oneness.
time, and practiced repetition,
would embrace them, join them,
meld them into a flawless fluidity,
caress the contours of their differences.
he cherished every moment of this
first love, touched, caressed, held,
gazed at the texture and sheen
of his olive skinned love.
they spent long winter nights
exploring the subtle contours
of the other, investigating the
intricacies of intimacy
they knew this was a perfect fit,
a seamless bond had been fashioned,
a desire to face the future together
to place one hand in the other
thus they stood on that spring day
hand in hand, facing the future,
dreaming of its wonders
when those magic words were spoken.,,,
…….PLAY BALL!!!
John G. Lawless
9/20/2014
Qu'ry this: a chivalrous charlatan, I,
Dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
Aye, f'r thy legitimate contours art yet
Ov'rwhelmingly stagg'ring to the gazeth,
And if beheld by the ingraft m'rtal, thus,
Wouldst rend'r those folk stunn'd to reticence.
Such provocative p'rfection f'r a prop'r prose
Pedestal doth now standeth thy outlines.
If 't only the ink of mine own quill flow'd with
The langu'rous liquidity of thy libidinous limbs.
W'rds danceth off the wit at but a glance
Of thy exquisite epid'rmal embodiment,
W'rds liketh touch, tickleth, tease, tempteth.
Coequal the wisest of w'rdsmiths wouldst strain
To holdeth nigh and effectual, the phrasing
Of the diaphanous d'rmal dialogue that
Elucidates the sultry "esses" yond thy
Shadow paints on the walls and flo'rs.
Only those bless'd as i, without pure
Sight of the eye, art accomplish'd
Enough to appropriate a competency
Of fair and f'rm'd appreciation and
Charact'rization, of the voluptuous
P'rtions that composeth thy physique.
Those such as i w're b'rn to the burden
Of the darkness, but also bless'd to the
Bearing of the tactile and touchable.
Mine own pen is the palm, the fing'rtip,
The soft application of skin-to-skin contact,
The int'rpretation of v'ry tiny electrical
Impulses from ev'rything integumentary,
And the und'rstanding of all that keen
Inf'rmation being convey'd to the brain. Alloweth
Me readeth thee anon, alloweth me putteth tactile
"Pen" to the pages of mine own soul and psyche,
Alloweth me writeth a st'ry th're upon thee, alloweth
Me knoweth with mine own fing'rs and palms
The wond'rful w'rds that describeth thee in all
Thy immaculate, sublime consummation,
Alloweth me abs'rb the text of thy curve'd f'rm,
And lighteth the darkness of mine own blind w'rld.
Transf'rm this beshrew into mine own blessing.
Alloweth me beholdeth thee as nay oth'r ev'r shall.
As a st'ry, biography, adventure, book, a tale ...
Without end.
Do you ever wonder what it's like on the moon?
Or look up to the stars and see that big spoon?
Do you ever wonder what it's like in space?
Or ever think of the sky as one big face?
Does your mind wander to the corners of time?
Or float along in space on the winds of a rhyme?
Do you float around the milky way and such?
Or desire the edges of the universe to touch?
Do you ever wish to visit Jupiter and Mars?
Or float through the galaxy on the wings of flying cars?
What wonders do you see when you imagine these things?
Or when you travel through Saturn's many rings?
Do you ever wonder what the sky and wind are saying?
Or what sorts of games the stars and moon are playing?
Do you ever wish you could explore ever corner?
Or visit the very egdes of our universe's border?
Is all the universe as splendid as can be?
Or is it missing that one piece you can't see?
Line of inquiry:
“Joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start”
—Unseeking Seeker
Before we turn the key of bliss,
before pedal accelerates,
dirty window, a reminisce,
where tepid smog and self abates.
Practicing fingers’ float with joy,
reaching outward to emphasize.
A see-you-note-raised-sigh enjoy;
poignant compassion with the eyes.
Vitamin see delirious -
bubbly lyrics; a champagne high.
To play the note of serious
with truth and love, and not a lie.
Eternity in mind; no jokes.
It’s not to satisfy your self
and pat your back, what’s done for folks.
Left hand sees not right hand; herself.
We join with God; how blessed are we.
He allows us, each, company.
When miracles happen, the glee
is shared, in bliss-accompany.
Wind in hair, godspeed key impact.
A melody of unity.
Looking upward, where nothing’s lacked.
Don’t miss the opportunity!
No lie, I'd be in grave trouble,
Should you slip far out of sight.
That's why I need you to hold me close.
I'm afraid I'd be incomplete, if you disengage.
Imagine how Shirley would feel without Laverne?
Or Colombo without his overcoat?
Never let me go, or you'd render me
Lifeless, because life is in your every kiss.
You're bald eagle carrying all of hope on its wings,
And if you soar far out of view...
You'd leave me none to cling to.
What good is a bloomed rose
Deserted by bees, birds and butterflies?
I plead that you don't forsake me
Because you're the nectar for all of life!
Hold steadfastly to me, I implore.
If you unwrap your tight embrace, I'll no longer
Hear the sound of your breath, or feel
Your heartbeats; now you see, my love...
Why I can't do without you?
Submitted for...
Free Verse - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Date written: 07/28/2021
Date submitted: 08/29/2022
Infatuation one cold winter fell
like flower blossoms white to frigid ground.
The secrets that I’d never dared to tell
lay buried like the earth beneath each mound.
An awful truth so haunted me I hid
it underneath the softness of new snow,
and when I’d come to think that I was rid
of it, your love for me began to grow.
That love, like sun, shone fully; soon I felt
your strong desire to understand my heart.
You saw, when you had made the first snow melt,
the ground laid bare. . . it tore us not apart!
From sunlight, passion’s snow, and naked earth
was white spring rose I write of given birth.
The Stars at Night
Gazing at the stars at night I marvel at their divine beauty,
Knowing that God created them as reflections of His Light.
The stars in a sense serve as light markers to mankind’s
Very existence on this Earth and in celestial dimensions.
The stars have served as romantic backdrops for people,
As they seek love, find love, and want a life together.
The stars with their infinite beauty and God-like presence,
Shall always have import in the lives of men and women.
The darkness of night itself creates a motif in contrast to
The very wonder and hope for mankind that starlight brings.
Love itself serves as that very special emotion which brings
Two star-crossed lovers together as one in God’s eyes in love.
The key is not fear, but the ability to love and feel a spirit of
Adventure as people meet, fall in love, and seek a life as one.
The stars at night mirror God’s eternal presence in the Cosmos,
And represent His Love and Desire to always be with mankind.
The stars reflect an infinite beauty and God’s grace and love,
Which shall always be part of mankind’s existence on Earth.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved – June 23, 2015
(Unrhymed Couplet)