Long Move Poems
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LAND OF THE CLOUDS
Oh, let me be with you, if only for
a day of two.
To rest my poet head on a divine
soft crest!
And listen to what memories you
want to share,
As we move along in the wondrous
atmosphere.
I'd love some excitement, too.
Rolling and being tossed gently,
bumping into other clouds too.
You, tender trampoline sweet!
How soft you are under my feet.
Please take me to the sparkling
land of rainbows?
Where clouds like cotton candy glow!
Just allow me some sweet, grateful
moments, do!
To float through this luminescent
light show.
Allow me the blessing to sleep
on your silky comforting down..
With stars keeping me breathless!
And yet,only the sound of God's breath,
all around.
~~A most blessed interlude~~
10/30/2019
Credits to Carol Connell for assistance
with French translation.*****
Form:
It grieves me to know you're gone,
We didn't have enough time.
We can't have another dawn,
Your leaving feels like a crime.
I hate that fate took you away,
I'm glad I had you in my life.
I long for you each new day,
I was blessed to be your wife.
You left, my heart shattered,
There is no me without you,
In a split second, nothing mattered.
You were so genuine and true,
I feel abandoned and so lost.
You were my safe harbor, my home,
In the accident, you paid the cost.
I can't sleep; at night, I just roam,
Time hasn't healed my pain.
It's been almost twenty years,
Stuck at the scene, and I'm not sane
I'm all cried out; I have no more tears
I want to get out of this nightmare.
But I retreat, cause it binds me to you,
Forgetting you is something I couldn't bear.
When will I move on? I don't have a clue.
*A Fictional Write
Alexis Y.
05/29/2021
In the midst of the rains in this the season of Discord
Trials test and pains I am covered by Umbrella of love
In the distance with the dissent restraint
Collaborating with the air the wind that I breathe is tainted
I am covered by Umbrella of Love
And I won't get wet I am heavily blessed
Covered I am His Chosen One His daughter His son
As I shall live on dry eyed no tears to cry
I'm on my way to the by and by
Wings on my neck I'll fly I am covered
I am covered by an Umbrella of Love
From the Elements of the Enemy Satan
You can't Rain On Me there's no reign over me
Nor will you guide me in your rein
Your lying words you speak I choose not to listen
I only now move in the Light of the Father, with wings of Eagles and doves
I am covered
I am covered
I am covered by the umbrella of love
God's Got Me dry, no longer shall I cry
I'll walk over these mountains
I stride
Rains storms cometh on thus terrain world I am dry
With Jesus in me. on me, around me I'm glorified
As the Angels above sigh cuz.......
I am covered
I am covered
I am covered
By the umbrella of God's love love
Rain on me no more
I am covered by the umbrella of love
2/28/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I lay on the dry silken grass.
Tall thin reeds hide the sun,
but not the deep blue sky.
I watch the woollen clouds
chasing each other,
feel the soothing breeze,
listen to where the waters meet.
The river flows, a soothing strain,
sonority unrestrained.
Lethargy grips my soul.
I am loathe to move,
I lay supine, quiescent
like a stick in the mud.
Forget the week's travails.
Little did I dream that
just round the bend
you too were resting all alone.
We could have met,
and lay together, hearts entwined.
Would you have crowned my bliss?
Where you really there?
At last I wake and walk around the bend,
only to find that you were gone.
Contorted and distorted, Poindexter lollygagged in the sun.
Owners tried not to watch until he was completely done.
Twisted into a variety of cat shapes, although he was one.
He did not move for an hour after he found a position of fun.
How can he be this relaxed? The man of the house asked his Missus.
I do not know, but he is so hairy, I am not giving him kisses.
I know what you mean, I found his hair on my toothbrush today.
I hope you put it up high, she replied, where the tooth fairies stay.
They laughed at their life and they laughed at their flexible cat.
They had a fine life, where a cat could be contorted like that.
He looks so comfy, should we try this position? Asked the wife.
You go ahead, her husband replied. I feel I already have a great life.
Nonetheless, it is autumn,
which irritates me
Regardless of the crowd,
despite the constraints.
Meet you in the spring.
My heart is in danger.
And then there's hope.
And a crazy dream,
As well as a tenacious sail.
to my straying heart,
the night storm,
the safety lane,
And a wheat field.
I'm starving.
And a child's delight.
Today is a feast day.
Despite autumn.
And I don't have a strong interest in anything.
From deception and stay.
I apologize.
My heart requires.
Meet my requirement.
For the sake of oxygen, water, and bread.
I'll move to the dome of the night to look for you.
Please allow me to observe.
On the lash of a star
Perhaps the psalms of the wishing night.
a creative chant,
Also, please play my melody.
On a cloud hole,
sing... sing.
I might be finished,
living a dream.
Condolences and victory to my soul.
For all my inspirational blunders.
I sang a lovely melody.
As a table as a bed swarm,
as a roving field blunt.
Pristine morning and a smile.
Each day all my treasured thoughts, you lay claim
While minutes stretch and I search for patience
Restlessness arrives and your love I'll blame
Desire calls and the heart yearns in absence
When do I not search my heart's space for you?
Alone in the world, no matter the crowd
To sense you close and feel these thoughts so true
To reach inside, still them from ringing loud
And know loneliness with its reservior
When I hear whispers from your voice within
They move across worlds and their farthest star
And speak to me, it's where our love begins
To find soft caresses, when my love's sought
This sanctuary, of you in my thought
contest..Relationships
7/25/14
Those of a rose tinted generation
Glinted prose chose no hesitation
Hinted are minted their veneration
For a libation after a perambulation
Doom scroll eyes roll takes its toll
Whole droll troll patrol lies rigmarole
Don’t mull just cull ar*sehole annul
Save your soul & go out for a stroll
Get out of a rut preamble to every ramble
Shortcut gamble through glut of bramble
Shamble to hidden hut one last scramble
Or tut treasure a leisurely afternoon amble
You’re not a dork if at some birds you do like to gawk
Paths fork saw a hawk adore encore of a stork squawk
Ponder the wonder & explore as you wander or walk
Feel like an odd bod need to plod trod across the sod
Riven but arise as wise as a judge given a fonder nudge
Defies rivers sporting god with your prize fishing rod
Leave the drudge and trudge through the sludge
Ridden forgiven bidden by hidden spot don’t budge
Knowing nod you can’t begrudge being on your tod
Tramp then glamp or treks scheming to build pecs
Hike or bike like mental morphine endorphins spike
Muscles flex steamed up specs beers down necks
Dreams hatching in sunbeams of catching a pike
Swagger or saunter or stagger just being outdoors
Clears pores ignore the chores new places detours
A wee snifter free to roam a drifter since I was a tot
Constitutional or promenade on mother nature’s tours
Be a mate get girth over turf surf my gait over farm gate
Disown wry homegrown fall guy & fly over every sly sty
Traipse or trot don’t give a jot.. just be out and about a lot
Won't on sofa berth lie a drone alone with phone must try
Why on earth be shy just get by move & groove you know why
Crying isn’t anything.
Can’t be turned into a paper crane.
Just unfolding, sliced feelings.
Without friends around, I can eat a cookie while crying.
If I had one, it would be chocolate chip.
An apple could hit my head under this tree.
But there is no tree either.
And I could eat that fallen apple if it really did fall.
It’s like I want something to fall on me, like a frog falling from the sky.
Crying isn’t anything.
It isn’t a soft wind blowing steam from a far.
Sniffling and blowing my nose endlessly.
Just tears making me collapse.
Dragging my feet but not trying to move at all.
Just being pulled along by a zombie who is already bored of me.
Crying isn’t, isn’t anything-
Not real, not sweet, not the taste of the bottom of my shoes…
Crying isn’t anything.
So don’t try to knock on the door.
Eat those cookies you were about to leave for me.
Because crying isn’t anything.
It can be kind of depressing,
living in upstate New York,
because of that damn city,
that grand ol’ attention whore,
I cannot go anywhere
without having to explain
that I don’t live in a borough,
I live three hours away!
Can’t go to vote in November,
without a voice in my mind
reminding me they cancel us,
that it’s all a waste of time.
Can’t expect rights protected,
not in the countryside,
not when Urban know-it-alls
think history has a ‘tide.’
And to top it off the upstate
lands are quite something to see,
overflowing with wilderness,
and quiet, pastoral beauty.
We got thunderous Niagara,
and Letchworth’s massive gorge,
Finger Lakes and wine country,
Ontario’s freshwater shores.
The rolling, lore-steeped Catskills,
shot through with mighty cloves,
the rocky Adirondacks,
break sky with ancient stone,
the grandeur of the Hudson
carves it was through the scene,
flanked by bucolic county,
and deep wilderness serene.
The north has the St. Lawrence,
of Thousand Islands fame,
the central lands have waterfalls,
and are shot through with caves.
The sheer walls of Shawangunk,
the rugged beauty of Lake George,
Champlain with its famous monster,
Lake Placid’s Olympic sports.
Yes, there’s quite a lot up here,
so much for folks to see,
all of it in the shadow,
of that oversized city.
Though now that I think of it,
if the city wasn’t there,
all those ten million people,
would have to move somewhere…
Oh, good lord, no!
Come visit the Big Apple,
it’s a magic place to go,
the finest experience
most folks will ever know!
With skyscrapers, museums,
great food on every plate,
come visit New York City,
I swear to God, it’s ‘great.’