Long Misses Poems
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Really, really, really;
Lord, God
Blessed me, blessed me, blessed me, blesses me
Have you been bless by the Lord sincerely, no
Really
Have you been kiss by God really, no sincerely;
all you need do is heed the call;
let us rejoice one and all
sincerely oh,
Really
Let us rise and not fall;
Embrace and we shall continue to win;
against all those obstacles Satan throws at us;
Have you been blessed by God sincerely, no really;
all you need do is heed His call;
let us rejoice one and all
with just all our voices (let us all...)
Rejoice
Are you heaven bound, have you repented;
Are you shackled, hopeless, embarrassed;
Just take off them clothes and put on Christ purple robe;
Your a King/(Queen) in Him;
Let us rise and not fall;
Embrace and we shall continue to win;
it's a new dawn, lets take out those obstacles of Satan;
That he's throwing at us;
Remember he's not gonna win;
He's already been cast down to be imprisoned. . .
You have been blessed by God sincerely, no really
you have risen and not fallen, no really, sincerely
the Lord misses, you that's why He's calling you, He's kissing you
Sincerely
No
Really
YOU ARE BLESS< BLESS, by Him
It's not about what you see, nor how you feel
You are an overcomer your a winner not a loser. . yes you are, really
(Speak it, receive it, believe it and leave it) know this
no
REALLY
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. from the anthology "Really" (c)2017
I want to share my feelings. I love you deeply, but I’m feeling confused. I used to protect my heart and ignore my desires. Now, my financial situation is getting better, and I feel a strong sense of peace. I enjoy my daily life and believe that a higher power is guiding me.
Recently, though, I’ve noticed a change in how I feel.
I miss the youthful energy I used to have. I wonder what this means for me.
Some people might call me a “cougar,” but I often feel out of place, stuck behind society’s expectations.
I feel drawn to the idea of forming deeper connections, like with the Dark Horse, without feeling guilty. I treasure the memories that evoke emotions, but I also realize that having a youthful spirit is something to celebrate. Society often misses the value I bring, but I embrace my identity and take pride in my heritage.
In the end, I cherish my free spirit as a precious part of who I am.
Dear Grandpa,
Are you aware that you can still get social security income if you act now?
Did you know that Capital One and Visa want to give you credit cards?
Magazines offering tractor and farm equipment deals, building up on my table.
There's an old farm hat in the barn on a pitchfork handle, waiting for its owner.
Orchards are overgrowing, the trees with their sprouts and limbs busting.
Fields in the hands of new owners, being cultivated, some by your sons.
Your "closest friends" all showing up at my door to ask if you're around.
Your "closest friends" showing up at my door, asking for hay, or to hunt.
The sheds and barns all in need of repair, the roofs are in need of replacing.
With fences to mend, equipment to fix, this farm never ceases its needing.
There are tools rusting in longing of use. Cupboards and shelves full of oil.
You've been gone for twenty long years, seems like no one else knows it.
But never let it be said that those who truly were close, forgot what we lost.
Your family still misses you dearly... I just thought that you should know it.
Your grandson,
Jesse.
Dismount, the horse is dead I say.
He keeps blathering on,
Saying things to bring me down
Tries to lasso me with negativity
Annoyed that I have retained my idealism
Angry at my optimism
Wanting to smear my joy on the floor of the barn.
I smell the hay and the manure
Still I will not relent
Dismount, the horse is dead, I say.
The sky does not fall.
Chicken Little’s voice is silenced.
The blathering keeps coming.
Perpetual ugliness; trying to pull me down.
The rope misses my head by days.
I gallop into the corral, determined to retain myself.
He chases after me, attempting to wipe off my smiles.
Wanting tears to come out of my eyes.
I laugh until I cry, infuriating him.
Dismount, I yell. The horse is dead!
In an unkept place beyond anyone's watchful care lay vessels which carried the powerful blood of a forgotten people.
So strong and powerful, their very presence brought fear and panic to an entire race of people who believe dominance is theirs.
Underneath the 'ole' shade tree lay weather beaten slats of wood proof of a cultures existence.
A dark skinned people whose lives were valued less than that old hunting dog licking his colored masters wounds.
No names, memories, or accomplishments nothing at all except dated brittle epitaphs marking their era of life.
Dusty black Hebrew Israelite feet and cracked aged hands lay in those hallowed tombs-their names mattered to no one.
Shoeless black feet trod and stood in places I have never known and will never see yet, their strength is who I am.
Their proof of toiling in cotton fields beneath the scorching sun washing white folks cloths hanging them on the line to dry.
Same precious hands held offspring not their image that suckled the rich milk from the breast of the woman in the unkept dark place.
Let's not forget the shoulders which rocked the weight of misses churin' to sleep as if they were her own.
The unkept places off the beaten path lay the blood of the forgotten dark people.
Sometimes our best intentions
miss the impossible target-perfection
Sometimes our best efforts
leave us hopeless and contemplating defection
Sometimes our goal
of being everything to everybody
misses the target so that we feel
we give very little to anybody
Oftentimes we must stop
to refuel our bodies and our minds
so that when we are engaged in lifting up
we do not leave ourselves behind
Sometimes our best intentions
must be reexamined through the lens of gratitude
Sometimes our best efforts
must be weighed on the scales of self-affirming latitude
Sometimes we must pause
to just give ourselves and others grace
so that we empower our vision
to redefine the target for this race
Too much temptation
Blocking my road to redemption
The devil is good at what he does
Offering a variety of ways
To get your buzz
be it the vein or the liver
satan is one generous giver
the poison he does deliver
of daily drops
for your cerebral mops
he never misses a beat or a hook
He is the chief cook
to bring your fix
and keep you in the mix
of your tasty addictive licks
Yum yum
why so glum chum?
So what if your a bum
I’m still gonna give you some
just enough to keep you hungry and weak
I’m cooking up more misery
As we speak
anticipation for the meek
lick your lips
and lets meet
have a seat
and spread an orifice
I know it’s the fog you miss
Blind, unaware, and without a care
My favorite minion without a pair
Keep sucking the sewage
Of my daily spewage
Till your heart submits
and finally quits
and rests in my pits
of the soulless
and mindless twits
who never had a chance
simply because it was failure
they always wanted to romance
I love you to pumpkin
now submit and get in
I win…..
Next!
Eric (and sometimes not)
there's one car missing from the two car garage
one dinner plate from the table
is this the point where i give up
count the losses if i am able
there's one toothbrush missing from the bathroom
one pillow from the unmade bed
the only conversation that carries on
are the things we left unsaid
only one book on the nightstand
where the light remains off
i've cried as much as i can
but can you ever cry enough
there's one heart that's broken in this man made tomb
one glass that's always empty
with nothing here and nothing i can do
a promise kept all too well lately
there are two smiles missing from this one house
one fragrance that no longer lingers
i'm sure you've figured out by now
there's one person that misses you being here
God misses loved ones we have lost,
for them, still shed a tear
Ever stop, consider their voices,
God no longer … does hear?
God misses them too, all their prayers,
so loved hearing them pray
Sometimes on their knees in the morning,
or short ones … during the day
Heard when needed their fears quieted,
times they didn't feel strong
Nights in a hospital bed,
prayed quietly … all night long
Heard sincere prayers of thankfulness,
of gratitude and joy
Woke to see another day,
told Him …. they did enjoy
Days intrigued by flower designs,
saw how an eagle flies
Magnificent colors God painted,
The morn ... and evening skies
God's glory and magnificence
proclaimed on starry nights
When mesmerized by creation
God's power ... and His might
Prayers offered during times of victory,
few times suffered defeat
Days taking sunny beach strolls, or
the nights … when couldn’t sleep
Night eyes swollen from flowing tears,
after silly mistake
Repentant pleas offered to God,
before slept … when awake
Millions of times during a lifetime,
with God, they’ve been in touch
Let's hope and pray when we too die,
He’ll miss us … just as much
***
In memory of childhood friend ... Jackie H Brewer
(what happens when mommy misses her special time of the month)
Daddy, why is the sky the color white?
It is the color of night my daughter dear
Daddy, why do people die?
They did not pay their taxes on time my darling
Daddy, where do babies come from?
From Walmart nonrefundable my little one
Daddy, what is love?
It is a flavor of ice cream without the letter F
Daddy, why are you so fat and bald and ugly?
Ask your mother. She married me.
Daddy, where does God come from?
From the clouds my love. Just like you
Is there life after death daddy?
We are about to find out so hold your breath
Daddy, why is mommy aiming a gun at us?
She is a socialist and missed her period
Pray that mommy misses more than that
Good-bye. Love and kisses