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Today is the six-month mark
And that reality is stark.
How am I still standing?
It must be a big misunderstanding.
A mother’s heart cannot bear that kind of pain,
To survive, I hold on to the past in vain.
I relive the past thirty years,
The good, the bad, and the ugly, and it is so very clear.
To this mama’s heart, you were a blessing,
Even the air was more refreshing.
The sky was bluer and the rain was gentler.
Now, my whole world is off-center,
Nothing shines as bright as your smile.
You mastered those dimples with style.
Never boisterous, just steadfast and bold,
Always adventurous and never afraid of the open road.
With a heart that always looked for the good,
I would gladly trade all my tomorrows if I could,
To have you still here until your hands are worn and old,
To have you carry the pain of your mother’s last breath,
In the order of what should have been gives us strength.
I wake up each day to start the nightmare in a different way,
The tears continue to fall, much to my dismay.
That is the reality of losing you too soon,
I will continue to try to heal my deep wound,
The one left wide open with your goodbye.
Try as I can, I cannot deny
The tears, the heartbreak, and grief
Will continue as long as I have breath.
But I will make sure to welcome the sunshine at times,
Cause you are with me at my side,
A ghost of your former self,
In another dimension, but still making my heart melt.
He would enter the corral in the thick veil of mist,
up long before daylight, fog christened the air
The skies would be coral, and the sun glazed the crest
Dust shrouded the heels of his old leather boots,
and gathered in clouds around the hoofs of the mare.
Born with the morning was a whirlwind of grief
that had followed the storms of a night without sleep
Endless were hours , without refuge's peace
while he waited for sun to arrive and repeat
Caressing the flank of her sleek narrow, frame,
his favorite mare, Queenie, was the color of dawn
He would gather her reins, for a moment of calm
then, bury his face in her rusty brown mane
He'd watch as the light slipped over the hills,
smoothing the shadows, that haunted his world
Without ever knowing the worries we found
as we saw those same shadows, splay rapidly down,
drowning his eyes, with dark circles and frowns
Grief and the love of his horses, would ride,
together, off center....wherever, to hide,
and soften the hours, that waited for night
For the house was a shell, and the bedroom, upstairs,
became the forbidden, without her to share
The nights, ever long, were just waiting to tear
open the wounds that he couldn't bear
Up at the sunrise, and out until starlight
Where shadows grew stronger, and nights even longer
Burning the daylight, until light was in ashes,
then thrashing the midnight, with the darkness of mourning,
wading through dust-clouds, to see morning's light
Waiting for something to make it alright
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Convinced I am
I'll never be me again
The one who created the pain
The one who had so much to gain
But lost out in the end
To a race against time
A figment of me
Just a pigment of hope
Lie down at night
No sleep to make up
I wander about
Through today's events
I worry about tomorrows as well
There is no real balance
When I am always off center
My mind never shuts down
I Whisper I can't do this anymore
Can't continue to live in a past unforgiven
I am stuck here in the void
Can't trust myself to let my guard down
Feel only alone is how I will live out this life
Scroll through the pictures on facebook dating
All so many choices but none ever get back
Am I just a lost cause
Confined to all I fear
It's a stain that won't wash out
Am I really that unlovable
Is the cover just to torn to turn the page
So much unsuriness so little dedication
To branch out away from past thoughts
It's alarming and endangering
Have I become that lost soul
Only time knows
All the secrets I hide.
LIGHT-SWITCH
I was ignored in the light
So I hid in the dark
I was shamed and sly
So I told myself a-lie
Full of despair, now I grown out my hair
Like Samson my strength in follicles
My feelings recreational
Neither longer truth nor dare
This chapter in my life sparks
Memories no longer in the dark
For you see I am a sinner
And now I’m coming out of the dark
You see I’m saved and forgiven and now I see the light
My life is like a Light-Switch, that I turn on and off
My love is like a Light-Switch, that I turn on and off
My eyelids are liken a Light-Switch which turns on or off
Unlike my feelings for God and Our Lord I will serve Him in peace and when I’m distraught
Unlike myself you see God’s not a light-switch, for He doesn’t turn on nor off
10/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
I am an afterthought.
I am a blue shirt
in a sea of red.
I am the off-center
tire that makes
the bicycle wobble.
I am my own shadow.
I am the couch
left out in the rain.
I am the left shoe
on the right foot.
I am the invisible
one at the table.
I am the poet while
others watch football.
I am the missing
puzzle piece.
I am the fifth wheel.
I am a swimmer
against the tide.
I am the square peg
that doesn’t fit
in the round hole.
I am the lost child.
I am the grown-up
who has disappeared.
I am alone in a crowd.
I am the oddball out
in the land of what
passes as normal.
You lied right to my face, you lied to my back. You stole in front of me, you stole to my back. You knew you were entitled to nothing, I freely gave you so much. Many were my family treasures, treasures I had longed for. At the end on the phone you said, I have taken it all. Little did you know, I had planned on selling many things off. Then splitting the money with you, now you have much to sell or keep. Many have said this is unforgivable, I "forgive" and let God handle this. Too bad you let greed get the best of you, you have broken our family tie.
Date Written: 11/10/2021
1 Place
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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3 Place
# 3. unforgivable
''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
I prefer them a bit tattered and tired.
(a slow lick on a hard knife edge).
A midnight she-cat, sparkling like a pinwheel.
The kind that makes you obsess about
why they're one hour and five minutes late.
Why their mascara is off center.
Why they have that strange, strong scent.
I like them a little mousy,
a little off the beat.
A chick that can spit with class.
Kick the living MAN out of me.
A fireball that contorts and concocts,
attends to every want and need...
(You all know what I mean).
Admittedly, what I really need is periwinkle predictability.
A Crisco-oiled apron, the one mamma used to don.
A deep-fried lullaby in the quiet cove of a racing mind...
I want to go way back into Crayola Crayon time.
Under a tree I sat enjoying the beautiful day, a breeze in my hair, birds singing sweetly,
butterflies fluttering from flower to flower.
What did I see? Are my eyes deceiving me?
Among the brilliant fall leaves and flowers, a movement I see but not a leaf.
A Twinkle Fairy could it be? no, they are only in stories you read.
I must have dosed off, was I dreaming or was it all real?
As I walked away I turned for one last look at the brilliant fall leaves and flowers,
a little Twinkle Fairy was waving back at me.
Date Written: 11/3/2019
Second Place
November Twinkle Fairy Contest Judged: 11/19/2019
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Welcome To The Party
Written by: D. Collins 9/8/14
Welcome to the party black, white, yellow, and brown.
Where you can get “Hippy” and let your hair down.
Treat it just like it’s another “Woodstock”.
Come in, just blend, and turn this party out.
Welcome to the party from New Orleans to L.A.
Those in Angola, and those in Pelican Bay.
All are welcome, we’re going to “set it off”.
Some food, spirit, and knowledge for all ’o ya’ll.
Welcome to the party, where some jazz may kick in.
And, before the song’s over you’ll holla “play that again”.
There’ll be good conversation, and the sweet, smell of myrrh.
People from all over the globe joined as brothers and sisters.
Welcome to the party, we’re just getting started.
Those who want drama should have already departed.
This party’s not for them. They don’t possess what it takes.
The uncanny ability to see far, beyond hate.
The world shifted and here I stand
A tired and lethargic man
Who demos death to avoid life
It hurts to think, just close my eyes
A crippled cell ruined the richest man
And the poorest isn't safe now
A gaping pit formed under their feet
A frosty giant awaits
Burning home, left alone
Their snowy corpse was white as bone
The world shifted and here I stand
Empty of heart and brain and hand
Inflexible yet rubber-made
A mighty oak born within shade
They cried for hours over our best friend
For whom they lusted
A polyphoric fungus feeding on
Whoever would listen
Live decay, turn away
Sinking deeper every day
The world shifted and here I stand
In a kingdom of rust and sand
Off-center and endless of height
Upon this throne of blackest night
The world shifted and they're all gone
Vanished within the rays of dawn
Caught making love with death and rot
So here I stand, it all for naught.