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How innocent are the words
from the mouths of cute teens,
it's raw poetry dedicated to lovers
in any season that inflames ardent desire!
Can that burning flame endure the longest time
and become brighter and hotter than a crackling fire?
Nothing seems strange about being sentimental,
it's the age of tender romance, somehow delusional;
touching should be spontaneous, not considered sinful:
we all have done that on a purple sunset, giving passionate hugs,
we reached out to exchange some kisses, promising to seal secrets!
Were they shaking their heads in disbelief, condemning our closeness?
The question of age didn't prevent us from being carried
to that dreamy world that only two were chosen to be elated;
we walked together along those paths, proud of what we achieved:
would fate interfere when trust our was threatened by some betrayal?
How tightly we held each other, fearing that the dream would soon fail!
Did we regret any moment spent together, thinking that all would be well?
How innocent are the words
said sweetly with short rhymes,
if words don't sound poetic, nobody smiles.
turn them into delightful phrases for all to recite,
to sing joyfully whenever hope is too weak to survive.
Bring that joy to hopeless hearts and watch it slowly rise!
HE'S MY JESUS---
HE's my Jesus,
and I love Him
Nobody else..
Can take me up
Above the waters and
He can
Turn me around;
Oh, and He's my Jesus
and I love Him
I love, I love Him
There's nobody else;
Who can die for me
Save my soul now I'm free
No body else
Can take me up
Above the waters and
He can
Turn me around;
Can take me up
Above the waters and
He can
Turn me around;
I'm just a sinful man;
Won't understand;
It's God plan
That I be redeem;
He gave His Son life
So that I wouldn't have to die;
I
Thank you Jesus
And I love you
No body else
Can take me up above my sins;
Your merited grace saves me;
ah!! He's my Jesus.... and I love Him for that
4/3/17
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2017
look away
now turn
hope you like it
I was thinking
about you
sweet expressions
and words only do so much
sometimes
a symbol of togetherness
encourages others to
feel about us
the way we
feel about our being together
when those who encourage
us to be best and right
never being the last to know
or having others succeed at
undermining our togetherness
those who rally to create tension
and those who are lesser appreciated
in their own lives
those who have nobody
want everyone else to be lonely
using the right times
to be decisive
trust me baby
I love you
and intend to keep loving you
a bassoonist fell in love with a clarinet player, because of her other job, which
she had to devote half her time too, she began lagging behind in her practice and studies of music. Her (than) friend became worried so he'd come and practice with her at her home. They became closer, and closer, and feared being together because they knew how it felt to be alone, and they loved each other so much, that each day became a day asking are we nearer our end, or we at our beginning. during the time of this writing they were "settling in"
she knew his position on thangs, he knew hers, he wished to marry her, she refused to answer him when he asked. One day she told him why she was dragging her feet. She said those who support our togetherness, inspire of us being apart, are the same people who allowed me to overextend myself, and then you came. Her appreciation was that she admired him first, and was disappointed when she began seeing him as a person, than realized that what she thought she saw was the celebrity who was first chair in the orchestra, the person she envied, but now loves. They married and wrote several songs together.
I wish nothing more
than spiritual blessings,
being completely happy
and spreading the Good News!
Material things will come after,
an abundance will overflow this empty cup,
and I will drink from it forever...
to taste God's goodness, purity and glory!
I wish nothing more
than spiritual blessings,
and comparing misery to joy,
I choose none other than holiness!
I got lost in the madness of mundane things;
following bad habits and indulging in them...
not knowing that I had fallen to darkness,
and my anguish nobody could ever hear!
I'm heading home...that home I never found,
and all the chanting angels, waiting in Paradise,
greet me with their bright smiles...
I won't be a corpse in a forgotten grave!
I wish nothing more
than spiritual blessings;
having realized the duration of wretchedness,
which withheld all good things from me!
Entered in Carol Brown's contest, "If My Dream Could Come True"
I see you standing there acting as if you don’t care, you have been listening to a lot of argument about the city and the gate, the time has come when you have to make a choice so let your conscious tell you what to do and guilt will walk away from you.
You have been listening to a lot of argument about who is normal and who is insane this is all a part of the game, it’s time to saddle your horse and walk through the lane, the argument is done and water is flowing from the barrel of the gun. So get up and go to the polling station before the day is done, it is all about you and not the oversized shoe when you stand in the little booth by yourselves you have to vote your conscience. What kind of society do you want? One that is loaded with rats and mice, you the people will decide where you want to live for the rest of your lives.
Water is spilling out of the fountain and the travelers are moving
towards the mountain, they are loaded with supplies and they are on a mission before the universe dies, get in line and sing the old western song, their sacks are filled with cash and they have billion strapped to their backs, there is something for everybody so relax and do your thing and meet her at the top of the hill.
It’s a little too late to eat cheese and pies, peanut butter and marmalade, that mission is already over and it is time to put your house in order, you will knock on every door and take three people each with you to the voting floor, do what your heart tells you to do and your long awaited dream will come true.
The river has burst its bank and washed away all that you have got and
there is no money to put it back, nobody can help you, you have got to do what you have to do, the price is too high and you have to stop living the lie, you have to put your hands to the wheel and she will make it real and the universe will seal the deal.
Go out in droves, and vote with your mind body and soul and joy will meet you at the door and your story will be told.
A tormented soul
I’ve never felt worthy of love
I’ve always been a tormented soul
When you grow up without seeing
A loving relationship by your parents
You don’t learn how to love
The tension was always thick
You could cut it with a knife
Parents shouldn’t stay together
Just for the sake of their kids
If you don’t love each other
It damages us
We learn from you
When we do find love
We don’t understand it
We run from it
We hurt everyone around us
Remorse isn’t enough
We become bitter
And lonely
Never understanding what went wrong
To be forever tormented
By what we don’t understand
Do I blame my parents
I guess I do
You thought you were doing the right thing
Not letting your kids come from a broken home
But we are damaged
Nobody is really to blame
We just hope for love
For someone to teach us
What it is to love
But when we let ourselves be vulnerable
We feel unworthy
We become cold and distant
Because that’s what we saw growing up
That is our normal
To forever be
A tormented soul
I didn’t want to write this poem,
But how could I refuse
When every day I read or hear
More horror in the news?
The Mideast situation’s
Always had opposing views
And sadly, when there’s fighting,
Everybody feels the screws.
Yet after World War II, survivors
Thought they’d paid their dues,
But here we are again with hatred
Aiming at the Jews.
At colleges, behavior
That nobody should excuse
Has caused fear among the students
They have chosen to accuse.
Some had relatives the Nazis
Forced in camps to wear tattoos,
So they’re shocked to learn that loathing
Hasn’t managed to defuse.
It’s a horrible reminder
That so many can confuse
Outright evil with the right to have
A homeland one can’t lose.
Why am I the only soldier fighting in this war?
Can anybody tell me what I have been fighting for?
I have decided I need a break to do some self reflection.
All I have ever wanted is love, loyalty, and a little affection.
He acts like I am not even worth arguing for,
So why am I the only soldier in this war?
I am a P.O.W and nobody seems to care.
Don't they understand this pain is becoming to hard to bare?
I am starting to feel like I am the lone ranger,
I swear the man I fell in love with has become nothing but a stranger.
I don't want to be the one to walk away.
If he would just give me a sign that he wants me to stay.
I can't keep being the only soldier in this war.
My wounds are so deep and I can't take the pain anymore.
I just wish people would leave me alone
And stop asking me what happened to my phone
I had my phone out at school in the hall
But I wasn't even trying to make no call
Here comes the principal, with his disgusting self
He only took my phone and not nobody else
It was only cause he saw the headphones in my ear
But the sounds of my music was all I wanted to hear
I used someone else's phone to text my mom cause I was feeling sad
I told her that, "They took my phone"
She texted me back, "Too bad"
The only way to retrieve it was my mom would have to get it
But she wasn't tryna hear it, no she wasn't even with it
Well, this is her mom and I have to say
I went to get her phone, yeah I got it the same day
She doesn't even know it, how she's sitting sad and blue
So I'm going to hold on to her phone, for about a day or two
No Instagram, no texting and not even Twitter
She looks so sad without her phone, she looks extremely bitter
I want her to learn and figure it out and see what else life's about
Not to have your phone every minute, I told her, "It'd be alright"
I guess she'll go to bed early just to make it through the night
Maybe she'll dance, or watch t.v
Life without a phone, how could this be?
Maybe she'll study, maybe she'll clean
Maybe she'll read, or maybe just dream
Well, she fell asleep on the sofa, sleeping in peace all alone
I guess she found something to do with her life without her phone
Next time she'll know and learn to abide
To the school rules, she will have to apply
Helplessness immobilizes yours truly,
I genuinely agitate
permanently lasting indelible impact deux
biological offspring unfairly bore brunt,
compliantly, complicity, and complimentary
I avidly, doggedly, instinctively helped create
subsequently, unintentionally, or willingly
unpleasantly affected as adults facilitate
learned behaviors to navigate
their respective independent lives
both managed to coordinate
transitioning as responsible adults
more successful than me -
I do congratulate
their separate feats, titillate
papa, who admires emotional growth,
though grievously despair
weaknesses invariably did inculcate
their once innocent selves did graduate
courtesy positive resources I dedicate
to other then myself, commiserate
as unwittingly tortured saturate
without knowing and implicate
thine guilty poor role model,
me - heartache afflicted with anguish,
especially younger offspring doth indicate
perhaps apathy, difficulty, paucity to equate
body/mind synergy, she doth habituate
herself with destructive behavior,
vicariously saddening me psyche
where alarm doth germinate
yet... particular influences I
awkwardly essentially, and
inadvertently now articulate
unsure if word choice (mine)
obscures soulful heartfelt
angst that doth resonate
oft time does afflict my existence
thousands of miles distant,
nonetheless doth percolate
reckon, reflect,
and reiterate pointlessly berate
to nobody in particular -
minus followers courtesy
various and sundry
digital poetry venues articulate
and doth interrogate,
fulminate, and futilely castigate
himself psychologically damaged goods
paternal legacy, their salad days
hoop fully mushrooming into great
and healthy women, where
every last trace of my
objectionable faults they eradicate,
cuz Shana thee mean more
than fine spun gold!