Long Mate Poems
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She loves and laughs with her whole entire being inspiring you with joy
Knows the moment something’s wrong and showers you with concern
Putting you first as she gives without hesitation
My friend though you are miles away
When winds dry your tears and catch your heart… believe in the magic of my love
With a soft, gentle style, she has graced my life, with kind words, and a warm smile
Interlaced with caring, laughter and compassion… extending her hand in friendship
Home for her, is the side of the horizon, where my eyes can’t quite reach,
But, my heart knows her touch….
We are friends, …who walk under the same sun, or under the same moon, …together
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Inspired By Tracie Edwards' Contest: "Grab a mate and collaborate"
Sharon Weimer (1)
Carrie Richards (2)
You were a beautiful man with cobalt eyes so blue
I wasn't looking to find love or anything like it
Then I saw you, your eyes sparkling, you smiled and then I knew
I was now taken by your beautiful looks and your wit
We went for coffee and had our first date the next day
I was so smitten instantly and wanted you to stay
You lured me into your bed, saying you loved me, had your way
We met again for several more passionate dates
I had no idea you lied and already had a mate
Then there was nothing, no contact, I did nothing but wait
My heart broken and my pride hurt, I shouldn't have trusted you
Then I saw you that day with her at the local market
Pretending to not know me while playing and flirting away
I knew then I would have to tell her and change your fate
11/4/18
Does your lover woo you
like a puffer fish woos
his perfect mate?
If not … well
there are plenty more
fish in the sea!
Note: How it works
Male pufferfish build sand sculptures to attract mates.
The female pufferfish decides if the male's sculpture is good enough.
The male pufferfish uses shells to decorate the ridges of the sculpture.
The ridges stabilize the sculpture and slow water that might disturb the center where the female will lay her eggs.
The female pufferfish enters the nest and joins the male cheek to cheek.
The female lays her eggs and the male fertilizes them.
~Nature on PBS
May it be summer, winter, spring or fall?
The bee hangs around the beautiful roses forevermore,
What is the whisper in that romantic buzz?
I would like know.
The mystic Papiha love birds live in pairs,
When one dies, the other drowns itself,
What are the vows they made?
I would like to know.
The flock of migratory birds’ roams in blue sky,
If they miss one, the entire flock desperately looks for one,
What is the language of such an intimate communication?
I would like to know.
For real, there lived a unique duck with crown on his head,
He spent many years with one companion, swimming, fishing, adoring each other, in a manmade lake,
Alas, one day the companion duck was found dead,
The Duck will sit on the banks, starving, staring at the water, waiting to find his mate amongst other ducks,
He found another companion for a while, Love did not resonate, he was back on the banks,
Till one day he was found dead looking for his love,
I would like to know the promises he made; the love legend city commemorates.
May it be hot summer nights or the humid rainy nights?
Thousands of crickets sing their melodious tune whole night,
How they match their tune in one pitch of love song,
I would like to know.
I would like to know the language of love,
Which may not have script, but is the song of hearts.
ALL LADIES YOUNG AND OLD SHOULD PRAISE THE LORD
girls, you may want to get married when you get older
Trust in the Lord He's got the perfect mate for you
ladies, stop looking for your mate, it's the man who finds
Let's keep in mind a man fined a wife finds a good thing
Remember God took the rib out of man
And not Eve out of Adam
And for all that you may been through...every....one
ALL LADIES YOUNG AND OLD SHOULD PRAISE THE LORD
for He's the Son and the Father
He's created sons and daughters
So all that ails you leave to the Father He'll heal you
ladies, stop looking for your mate, it's the man who finds
Let's keep in mind a man fined a wife finds a good thing
Remember God took the rib out of man
And not Eve out of Adam
ALL LADIES YOUNG AND OLD SHOULD PRAISE THE LORD
inspired from words from ALEXIS Y
Dedicated to Poet ALEXIS Y
4/20/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
from anthology "God's Children New Poets, Poems and New Friends 3"
Where is the sunlight's pleasantness
by time and space across it gets
to eye that's stretched (for here 'tmust stay)
to catch but glimpse of summer’s day?
Where is the fresh and tender blade
that winks from 'neath the husked shade—
now broken for to 'llow it's reach
beyond the dark but shattered breach?
Where is a hungry soul's desire
when met with self-made arms, like wire?
reaching, trying—still they hold
‘gainst every ‘ttempt to escape this this mold.
Can shadow run beyond it's mate
(so much as even hesitate)
when turning now,
another room to view?
No not at all, so tale is told
of life inside this broken mold,
else passers by but see
a shattered you.
For there to find:
The tatter'd eye
looks long to see but glimpse of sky—
of pleasantness, just there…
Across the way.
Trees hear the wild whisper of the winds
Whispering songs Mother nature sings
Hibernation songs are heard all around
Barren trees weep as leaves touch ground
A blue jay squawks perched upon the branch
Vibrant blue feathers loudly sing and dance
Calling his mate to join him in their nest
As frigid winds murmur their need to rest
The ground is sleepy as slumber has begun
Frosty leaves blanket and shelter the sun
Chipmunks now burrowed deep below
With their winter stash, safe from snow
Deer run through the woods leaving tracks
Searching for food displaying new racks
Berries are scarce and grasses are gone
Frantically searching all night until dawn
Winds howl and scream for all to take notice
Hibernation is key as nature’s survival focus
Bears actively scavenge for food for their fall rest
Preparing to survive the long winter warmly dressed
"Where from this?",
Laughter mingled with pity,
She was dressed with pretty,
Lipstick applied fervently to a mouth;
Red mouth matching a wild attire,
Her walking shook the whole land,
Eyes and mouths were timed as spam,
She was in a blinking eyeglass,
But knew she was drawing side mass,
Inextricably I will say,"she's good looking",
The hem of her dress was raised slightly when the wind blew,
What was spotted deserves self speculation,
Lips were licked,...body was stimulated after sensation,
From one corner came a scream,
"...thief,...thief...she is a hardened criminal",
Who will speak on her behalf to obtain freedom?
Nothing spared her the chance of doubt,
The pain that was vested into her that day was nominal,
Convinced by her deceptive glib of professionalism,
"I'm an investor",she always say,
With all my heart,I love her liberalism,
After several years of being a prison mate,
Her life is now channeled to spiritualism,
Great time in new testament holding grace!
Dark and the Light- or- The Goose and the Bride
Act 1
Sunlit promenade juts majestically into the musical pond, spying a Hen Goose appearing to
be sitting on her nest at the end of the popular walkway. I imagined the poor girl had no idea
the odds were stacked against her hatchlings ever glimpsing sunlight.
Act 2
Each day I walked in the park, she was still there, her mate just off-shore, only leaping up
to the promenade to help repel anyone daring to venture down the narrow walkway. In a
flash, she would leap off her nest honking, hissing and snapping at intruders. I watched this
scene unfold with disbelief for three and a half weeks….still she was on her
nest…..sometimes I would come across unsuspecting victims of her assault, muttering
epitaphs of a goosely nature.
Act 3
Halfway through the fourth week, I looked and she was gone, maybe, I thought, she was
successful and had moved with her goslings to the more rugged north-park area of the
winding pond. Not seeing her there, I asked my friend, the park manager, if he knew of her
conclusion. He told me he found her eggs smashed, and one time, came upon adults kicking
the Mother Goose… I borrowed a line from the Black Sox Scandal “say it ain’t so, Joe!”
Act 4
Shaking my head, I proceeded on the path towards the promenade up ahead…. there, on the
very spot where she defended her brood ‘till death, posed a wedding couple, bathed in
afternoon sunlight, he in crisp black, she in billowing white, bringing light to darkness…..
Bringing light
to
darkness
Another new rain
Back up and buckle up
Cos the sky is ready to bleed again
Get inside cos you need
To hear the melodies of water
I told them am the competition
And I hope they see
The love the poet the feeling
Is about to rain again
Another new melodies of water
Another new rain
Enjoy the times
Stay blessed
Travel and think deep
Despite water got no enemy
But make sure you can swim
Before you jump to the sea
Else your existence is gone
So back up and buckle up
Cos the sky is about to bleed again
Get inside cos you need to hear
The melodies of water
Know your mate