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What is love
What is love,
it is …
the good and the bad,
sharing, learning, comforting,
no sides, no boundaries,
understanding,
even if you don't,
arms open...wide,
mind open...wider,
heart always accepting that
not everything is easy,
the bed of roses comes with thorns,
but you endure,
scars will show,
yet are considered beautiful,
skinned knees, bike rides,
misspoken words, well meaning
badly timed, hurt feelings,
chocolate covered sundaes,
picnics in the park, yard work,
lost keys, little lies, surprise parties,
(when you specifically said no,)
breakfast in bed, arguments,
making love, making the bed afterward,
bad movies, dead cell phone batteries,
dirty dishes, headaches,
eye rolls, laughter, hugs,
poetry,
being far, being close,
sweet kisses, feeling wanted,
nothing is ever too much,
tough decisions, agreed upon outcomes,
compromises, silly string,
looked forward to moments,
tears, smiles, big smiles, bigger smiles,
holding hands, support,
truth, long days,
passionate nights,
taking chances,
dreaming,
rainy mornings,
bad moods, good moods,
really good moods,
candlelit dinners,
promised forevers,
(meant)
hot coffee, chilled wine,
warm affection and
brain freezes...
What is love...it is everything,
if it is you and me
How often does the battle rage
in scripting men and women of youthful age
to the war on which we lay our rights
calling all to the battle cry of fear and fight?
Freedom comes with a disastrous price
when misspoken words enrage the hate and internal vice
of gun and cannon roar to steal away the best of lives
only to be recorded in nameless historic archives.
Combative battlegrounds of confrontational hostilities
mark the flesh and blood scourge of future inabilities
to struggle to live in peace and learn to compromise
for land or some fool-hearty franchise shaded heroic disguise.
There is no righteous war to sanitize the tears
and children's cries left behind to remember and agonize.
to the men in lab coats with horns like unto goats,
an open confession of a minor isotope:
I -- so -- Hope that a day shall dawn
when men no longer long
for the things that do not belong
and are, oh so wrong
for mine and your and his and her song.
Have you heard the song we sing?
Like a toad's song on a summer night,
or wedding bells that ring,
for the virgin in white,
pure as the driven snow?
No?
Know what?
The toad hoards the dream to sing
with a voice not broken
and a chorus not of croaking
but alas! he keeps choking
on the flies of his own lies
as SHE (the queen mother) belies,
bequeathed yet bespoken
to a king, comely, and oft misspoken.
I (not one to spread misgivings
and false learnings), I give you, Miss, a token.
A token of a key in a minor chord
for the song worth singing
from Hell's lowest floorboard
to Heaven's own pearly door.
Take it and run, never to show a soul
but place it safely in the hole
in your face and swallow it whole.
In your belly it will thrive
-- half dead but all alive --
until the time is right and the beat is clear.
Then you will belt your song
for the Universe to hear.
Sing it strong and carry the notes so long.
Doubt it not, for you cannot be wrong.
Know ye now
that from whence the world was frozen --
that you, my dear, were already pre-chosen
and the path for you was already paved
that through this song of mine
and yours
and his
and hers,
thou woman, through your song
mankind shall be saved.
A kind word, of course,
Can soothe the flustered soul or bring a smile
To a frowning face. That’s a given, but
In one’s troubled times, words still are
Only words.
Naked they become, for we see right through them when
Sincerity is misspoken and devoid of thoughtful deed.
Simple gestures are more meaningful than pretty words.
Persuasive poets perhaps pen verses to their beloved
Elegant and extravagant like pearls. Empty all the same
Are artful words given in pretense or with thought of recompense.
Kindness for me is found in action!
Lovers - real and honest lovers - are
Obliging, and they are more than kind!
Unabashedly they step in to defend those whom they hold dear.
During good times and bad, they will be there,
Enduring every hardship by their lover’s side,
Relinquishing their own needs for the needs of their adored.
Thank God if such a man or woman
Has ever graced your life.
Actions of their ardor
Never should be taken for granted.
Words can be loud with promises,
Overflowing also with
Romance! But only a fool would
Deny that one's exhibition of love is
So much the sweeter!
Written March 29, 2016 for the Cliche contest of Silent One
Father I come to you with broken tooth;
My tongue has lied has not spoken truth;
And mother please gather around;
Whisk, wish, wash my mouth today;
Grandma teach me how to pray;
And brother when you're in doubt;
Come find me together we'll figure it out;
For I am right here with this busted mouth;
Asking my savior to forgive me ot
For my God is the perfect dentist
And he has cleanse my mouth and soul
And did I aforementioned
He has redeemed me forgiven me cleanse me and made me whole
So now I have no excuse!
My God has fixed my broken tooth
T aking GOD'S words being deceitful not misspoken
Openly conscious choices chewing the wrong thingsObvious omissions of the truce
To do totally unfaithfully in deceit and dishonesty the opposite of God's truth
Honestly willfully delivering in free will spoken untrue
BROKEN THRUTH/
BROKEN TOOTH~€
4/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
EVEN STILL (forgiveness contest)
The genuine is never earned,
Though the gift may be spurned--
Refused, discarded, perhaps burned.
Even still,
Forgiveness will,
Its sacred task
Seek to fulfill.
And mend what wrong has broken,
Heal the hurt of words misspoken--
So much more than a mere token.
Even now,
And evermore,
Forgiveness offers
So much more.
The weight it lifts from heavy heart--
Only beginning, just the start
Of new life that grace imparts.
Even when
The sting still burns,
And vengeance
Fiercely yearns,
Peace replaces heated pain
When grace becomes our refrain--
Given freely and never in vain.
Even though
A debt is unpaid,
It’s powerless
To keep us stayed.
When mercy is our coin of choice,
“I forgive you” takes sincere voice--
Our raptured soul shall rejoice.
The gift that frees the giver,
The gift that opens hearts,
The gift that mends fences,
The gift of new starts.
I saw the truth lying around
Looked again, it can't be found.
Where it went when and why
Sorry, it must've passed me by.
Suddenly I'm feeling broken
Others say I've misspoken.
I'm tired pretending it's okay
To see my truth slip away.
I ought to see what is true
So I'll know what to do.
But it doesn't work that way
Lies most often get more play.
When I ask, they prevaricate
Don't deserve this, not my fate.
Truth prevails over lies
People's goodness long survives.
Whoever took it, they obfuscate
Bring it back, it's not too late.
Find my truth it will always be
Lies trap us in, let's be free.
Today I saw the truth lying around
Thought it lost but now it's found.
That man you see,
On the streets he be
Living with nothing to his name
He holds no one to blame.
You call him a bum
Doesn't matter where he has come from
Wasn't his choice to be on the street.
Living without no heat
That man you see
That man is me
Dreams that were mine
My light did shine
Once upon a time
Before life became a crime
I sought to reach so much higher
Then life became so dire
Lost all I had
Made me so sad
Not because I was bad
Just the way it goes
Who knows
One day to the next
Life gets taken out of text
A ...I love you to late
Or to early if on the first date
Great
I sit and make words rhyme
So give me a Nickle give me a dime
Give me a moment of your time
I have nothing yet I have so much
Sometimes hungry for the human touch
I still reach so very high
Failure still.makes me cry
But still I try
I ask still
Can your heart even feel
This is me this is you
So true
We are him
We are them
One moment in time
A misspoken rhyme
A step to late
Changes of fate
Love Lost
Whatever the pain cost
Tears in the wind
Wherever they may send
A kind heart
That fell apart
This is what life has shown
what life has sown
Kindness as you pass by
You may be there next to cry
Warmth comes from more than just heat
When living on that street
Don't bow out in defeat
Teardrops fall
Yet stand tall
Life steadily changes
Words rearranges
Never to late
To make your own fate
Three hours suppressed before breaching the tight-lipped
container left neatly wrapped in homogenous foam
and smoky demeanor. Its lid caved in, having been tapped.
Through misspoken holes sprung arcadian visions,
lacking Peloponnese disposition, still semi-smoldering
with the tinder touch of Hephaestus extracted from
less subtle artistry attributed Zeus, high up on his steed,
bare-chested. Arms crossed.
How he used to look down on we mortals, wee, buttressed
by oxygen, in two-
parts hydrogen, one-part dioxide.
But this was real, not some Florescent church.
Outside the perimeter lay black stacks of texts I had gradually
gathered through time’s non-existence, way back when time
weighed as factual matter. Of course they still mattered.
Yet, I chose them to lay there, bathed in the soot of three daughters
I failed to veil. What do you say, Rita Dove? to wear
my white-skinned daughters spun lesser as still lovelier silk?
Is there anything clumsier to misappropriate than weather-vane hate,
with its gallant gait, with its augmented pigmentation,
when there’s no room in storage?
A grey-haired protestant behind me prayed;
“Oh, Thank God!
Oh! Thank God”
He praised through my bedroom window’s socket, shocked to shatter
by fire, fresh come splattered beard. I had not known him prior, this man I would learn was a fair-weather friar. So; I blew him a kiss.
But in my eyes,
he saw an unwell wish, so;
It needs to be done with this.
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The ships have imploded, muted mouths misspoken be
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Just like us, splicky lick
Just like us
Just like cus
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Placed N under spaced!
9/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©