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As the night creeps slowly on,
deep thoughts drift to your sweet kiss.
How it takes me to warm Paradise,
my body tingles in tender bliss.
I’m frozen in that moment,
floating on desire’s cloud.
Soft sighs echo in my lonely soul,
lifting the veil of this loveless shroud.
I long to be in that place
where we are alone all night,
on a big rug by a roaring fire
where love rules and everything is right.
I remember your laughter;
the gleam in your sexy eyes.
The candle flames seem to dance in time
to our body moves and pleasured cries.
Passion filled our spirits full
as all longings were fulfilled.
Every sensual feeling released
while love’s enchanted hearts were thrilled.
I sit with my glass of wine
in front of a raging fire.
Without your love there is a great void,
to my lonely bed I shall retire.
At least there I may find you
in one of those alluring dreams.
Drifting slowly, searching for your touch
that makes love feel as close as it seems.
If I took my heart out of its cage
you would think: "ah offal, just meat,
fresh blood if I eat it quickly."
.
Crazily, you call 'need' love,
you're crazed, heartless,
a cannibal, a crippled dog
baying at a savage moon.
Limp tongues turn to syrup eventually.
Clearly these bodies are ravaged temples,
apes howl about its holy alter.
And yet, cherries are flesh,
their sweetness is in the hunger.
I drink and remember your face,
it is a landslip,
pushed by one iron gray hair.
We are mad, madly unhitched,
we hang from a mirage of love,
dangle from its limp sinews,
lips puckered,
ever willing to name
the unnamable, what it is not.
there is a world
in which I live
where none may walk
where none may breathe
only I have the air
the light with which to see
there is a world
where Love is cold
and flowers never bloom
where sunlight is but a dimmed candle
and music is swallowed by the
far off screams of the doomed
I awake in this world
every morn, with
every day the very same
as the day before, and
every night a dark, sealed coffin
a jar, in which I'm stored
in this world
there is not peace
nor kindness, nor softness
for you have placed me
in this world, adrift in
in loveless madness
in the longing for you
C2022 Thomas Lee Rhymes July 17, 2022
Can you love and not love someone at the same time?
The mortals will answer in the positive that you can
So if that is indeed the truth
Then is that how I feel for you?
I did love you at some point in our lives
When I fell for you I don't know
But I know one fact to be the absolute truth
You were indeed the best thing to happen to me
Words become meaningless when attempting to express my gratitude to you
But I'm not allowed to even start to hate you
You may be wondering why the case
It's because of the past that we shared
Our past… it wasn't hm I'm uncertain as to how to describe it
It was something that for sure
We saved each other countless times, didn't we?
Whatever it was from our so-called friends or ourselves
That is why I love you and don't at the same time
I hope you understand
You are now just an old song as I am now moving on
Thought it was love but I couldn’t have been more wrong
I wrote down all my emotions, and played them all out
Though it wasn’t long before I began to feel the doubt
You knocked me off balance, I hopelessly tripped and fell
Took me a while to lift myself up from this loveless hell
You didn’t make it easy, always trying to drag me back
But each day in my heart the love from you inside lacked
It was the pleasure you found in it all, that hurt me the most
Such a quick hello, then happy to me cut off and then ghost
You were always there when I had something you needed
Always out to beat me and relished when you succeeded
Blaming it all on childhood trauma’s but never tried to heal
Having everyone feeling sorry for you really had its appeal
You are hooked on all the wrong things, including your lies
It was always gonna be my fault, o’ what a flamin’ surprise
Sharing my life with so many third parties didn’t make it fun
Until I truly had enough, time was up, and I was utterly done
I scraped myself out of this barrel; as for me life had to go on
As for you, well; you are now nothing to me but an old song
Yeah; nothing to me but an old song . . .
All alone you sit there in grip of graveyard, hosting demonic thoughts,
Listening to cries of tombstones, squalling from lovers’ somber epitaphs,
Recounting how you chased prospects, innocent souls you courted,
Celebrating your maleficence building bonfires on the burial grounds,
Where you buried them one by one, watching the dance of demons,
As your stony heart laughed aloud, mocking the dead in total disregard.
You lured them with synthetic smiles, faux glamor of loveless stance,
Never meaning a word uttered, attired in stares of spurious glance,
As you prayed on them, then discarded; in landfills of broken-hearts.
Relationships initiated in springs of life, often parched in summer heat,
As passionless encounters burned in flame of hideous promiscuity;
Got washed away by the feisty storms churning scurrilous intensity,
Propelling hurricanes lovelorn, flooding realms of lovesome prairies,
When aspirations of your lust subordinated inspirations of pure love.
Old and fragile, you ruminate now, in frigid winters of your miserable life,
Speechless, motionless, fearful of your pitiful world swiftly passing by,
Haunting your eyes, as paranormal spirits, the silhouettes of the dead,
Mock your decrepit existence, shouting insanities at your grimacing face.
Remorseful beneath moon and stars, you inscribe your own epitaph:
She was a gloom of stygian clouds, shrouding arc of love on sunlit dawns,
She was a dubious counterfeit act; she was a vile curse on romance,
A cooing dove of morn she was not; a phantom of love she sure was.
"Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder"
Rumi
a concrete heart now
resembles feathered textures
like a house made from lace
words which were once ignored
now wound through tormented thorns
life is like pages of petals withering in winter
and fate a butterfly without a blossom -
in an analogy of caterpillar cruelty,
predators feast upon cocoons
but in an upside world with endless doors
and disappearing stairs -
there is no where to escape
in an orchard of naked trees,
a gardener cries without seeds,
breathing, but barely existing,
like a poetic muse without his ink
colourless confetti drifting
like moonlight in daylight
his soul is a conquered fortress
an empty vase with cracks
a flame unable to kindle
his spirit is an anchored vessel
he has composed a song,
but he has no orchestra
a battered punching bag
without a boxer
he can recall when rain
poured in musical colours
when mirrors were pleasant
and shadows did not follow
time seems to reverse,
and all he can see are faces
without expression
without tender nourishment
only cold horizons flourish,
so he buries romance
into a loveless tomb.
Simple Musing
In service my heart as it cries for love;
What shall I do I am in remorse mode;
Beating ever sweetly covered in blood;
Tangent dreams of ever falling implode;
Eyes catalyst broken in heartache blind;
Heart can't sight where my malignant head is;
Those screams of brazen swollen eyes inclined;
Heartbroken beating no wise appears gives;
Solace passionate joys flooding over;
Challenge burden promises sprung loveless
My heart beats of joy laugher full closure;
Promise to you together we shun less;
Ourselves let us excuse and unlearn this;
May we congregate come ad-lib let's kiss;
8/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
9th place~ Placement in Contest
For No 1230. New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 97
Nine in ten admits that holding
on to the grudge is wrong,
oh, there have been times
I did the same, and with head
in hands, I hid in shame crying,
telling myself how cruel I was,
repeating it with awful shame...
that a loveless soul is hard to tame,
" Everybody hates to forgive...
and in revenge, I didn't believe
how can we shut people out of our world
living a selfish life terribly cold? "
I like to forget, leave all tears behind
and wait for a cheerful morning
that's bright and full of sound;
hear me praying to the Lord,
He'll listen and restore every joy
that I may feel until I see His glory!
How can we shut people off our world,
believing that turning them away is something
we must do to give satisfaction to hateful anger...
when we should be showing human love
that's so noble to do, nothing else;
how can we shut people out of our world,
and go on living as if nothing has changed!
In the depth of our soul, we know it's too unfair
and it contradicts belief, trust, and harmony!
Doesn't God look upon us with displeasure
when we hurt others with painful words,
not understanding that they are hard blows?
Don't they stare at us and feel so unloved
and betrayed by friends who thought we were
beautiful diamonds with a shine so real?
How can we shut people out of our world
if they were things to store away when not needed?
How we shut people off our world,
keeping silent and showing hearts of steel?
Despite the cold and deadly winter
we stand beneath an old umbrella
outside the closed jeweler's shop
in a deserted ugly winding street.
I take off my gloves and hold your hand,
so cold, so loveless, so helpless.
Rub your elegant fingers,
blow so softly my hot breath
upon their frigid purple tips,
that they might catch the warmth
that I feel in my heart for you.
As sleet and rain devour the earth,
I look into your face
notice your quicksilver smile,
the twinkle in your greenish eye,
the misty flare from chiseled nostrils.
Slowly we retreat into the shop's recess
hug each other in tender bliss,
your cold slightly parted lips
meet mine in a lingering kiss,
we feel love's warmth
enfolding our souls and holding fast
we know we will not tempt fate
that up to now
had kept us cruelly apart.