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At the monument to the Roman Emperor Hadrian near the Tower
There is no place to put flowers
But if they made a pedestal there
And wrote Put your flowers here
I’ve no doubt that
People would bring their flowers to the foot of the statue
Out of respect for law and order
What a good move that would be
And politically useful
Some rebel won't even notice
How he turns into one of the law-abiding citizens
He once laughed at
And now his rebellion is all about
Draining bottles and dancing to familiar music
When he is alone and feels free
Waving his hands in the air and pulling out a scary face.
Girls and guys should NEVER be
Fixated on someones beauty
They should look from inside out
To know what pretty's all about
Big blue eyes and a dark tan
Makeup in boxes and cans
Hair fixed up in different styles
High heels that can walk for miles
Stockings made of pretty lace
All these things are just a waste
That covers up what's in your heart
And that's where people need to start
Looking first and they will know
A persons true and inner glow
So please don't snub someone who isn't
All decked out like a nice present
They just might be someone who
Can be a special friend to you
“Good morning, morning all;
Oh, my may God continue to bless you so;
Abundantly in your creative journey
May you find the way?
I need to confirm, this day;
To convey,
The purpose only;
Finding your love O’ Lord;
And it gives me the push I need to confirm;
That I’m on the right way…
Well, that I’, on the right way see;
I am looking for continued, continual blessings…
As I sojourn this quilted beaten path;
I am so glad that you’ve shown me Lord O God;
Where I’m truly at…
That I’m on the right path;
Like a pep talk before a big game;
You call me out by my name;
11/05/19
Written words by Genysis DMaurie* and James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
*based off of written emailed commented words of Genysis DMaurier
Words from perforated ceiling tiles squawk
as megaphone filters blare
in crackled sequence
around missing stations
and call letters that aren’t acronyms
I hear these words, but shake my head
I know they are for me,
sent by well wishing advisors
wearing t-shirts imprinted
“I’m with stupid”
(and the arrows point at me)
Still I don’t heed the warnings…
I can’t, for dreams require reaching,
top shelf visions waving with
hope filled coupons
offering no discount for the heart
“Don’t want what you can not have,” they shout
As I continue to climb the frozen escalator,
cleaning my shoes on the bristles,
then checking my appearance in the sunglass
refection of a mannequin missing one arm
(and I feel happy for this plastic person)
For it has no idea how it feels
To be out of style, yesterday’s sleeves
worn of worried first impressions,
heart beat delusions and needs
at the end of the line…to check out
and yet, until the time comes for me to “check out”
I will reach for that dream, regardless of
invisible sales clerks on their eternal break,
because I will reach that register and I will ask that question
to which she just might say yes
(and then who will be wearing the t-shirt)
Up all night flirting with these ladies
That live so far out of sight
It's just not right how it feels
when I find out they're not honest with me
They know I'm going to ask why
I just want to spread my wings into flight
To find some protection
From there lying infection
Constantly pulling me in so many directions
I really have to do something
about how I select them
I spend more time deflecting
Then I do detecting this kind of infection
I need to get my feet under me
And head in a whole new direction
Oh lord how I need your protection
From these lying women
That steal the life out of me
Love is supposed to be happy and free
Why can't these women see
What they are doing to me
Always coming up empty
Oh lord cant you find
Some way to affect their minds
So I don't feel so blind
Constantly like I'm In rewind
Cant, you find a way to protect me
Cause it's not possible to mend
what started out to be friends
Not when they pretend
That only sends a message that offends
When they play that way
Oh lord I pray
That you send a good woman my way
One that doesn't want to play me in any way
I sit and feel the darkness in my soul,
Trapped within a deep, dark hole.
I fall down on my knees,
Pleading for God to rescue me.
Lifting up my head to see,
I cry, “Is anyone there to comfort me?”
My soul is wretched with despair,
Feeling as though no one cares.
Out of the darkness, a small light grows,
An angel appears, all aglow.
She whispers softly as she nears,
“God has always been here.”
The angel’s words begin to stir my soul,
Though the gloom has taken its toll.
Then suddenly, out of the dark,
The angel’s light ignites a spark.
My soul begins to shine within,
Knowing God has forgiven me for my sins.
So when life’s burdens take their toll,
God’s light and power will make me whole.
One need only fall upon their knees,
For forgiveness and love are the keys.
Like A Moth Attracted to Glow
Tethered Bonds Starved of Light Cannot Grow
Denied Accessed, Insouciant Persona At Best
I Imagined My Savior Ambivalent,
Celibate Soul, Core Suppressed
I've never Yearned for much
Yet I Crave Your Time, Devoted Obsession,
Most of All Your Tender Touch!
You Are My Sun, I Am Your Moon
Set My Heart on Ablaze,
Disintegrate the Gilded Cage that Cocoons Passion
Expressions and Confessions On an Inked Stained Page
Of My Timeless Mate, Tampered By Fate
I Will Wait for you While Watching the Magnolias Bloom
Or should I Await Your Comfort Before The Cold Winter's Gloom
Only for your Touch!
Shadowy Tendrils of The Forsaken and Forlorn Fashioned to Entrap Me
My Protective Ward Shields Me Like Thorns of A Rose
I Am the Exquisite Black Star Gladiolus
Averting Possessive Desires, Sprung from the Blood of Hyacinthus!
I Reflect Strength, Perseverance and Integrity
More than a Garden Display or Bridal Bouquet, Mahogany Sword Lily!
Tubular Attraction, Valuable My Nectar, Tender My Maroon Corolla
So Pure yet Poisonous, Noble Masterpiece of Florists' Touch
I Am the Delicate Atropa Belladonna
Your Nexus of Pain and Passion
Your Presence Snatching My Ragged Breath
A Silenced Threat, Dissolving My Frayed Resolve
A Puzzle That Can Never Be Solved
Flesh is Fleeting, Your Efforts to Woo Me
Ever Tireless and Intriguing, Constantly Pleading
Whispering Needs Inked, Out of My Reach, Out of Touch
and if I had a home,
maybe i could hide in it's womb;
crawling out to a new beginning,
but pieces of familiarity hold me ashore.
with winds so harsh and nights so cold,
there is a city in my dreams;
her soul screeches as she mirrors my own.
she has seen me, a quiet rageful teenager,
bloom into the arms of youth;
she screams her lungs out,
so I can breathe;
for I can only find peace in a tempest.
which city would do that for you, she asks?
An unfaithful tear leaves my eye,
I want you to feel like home,
as I fall into the dilemma of hope.
I am a mere stop in your journey she cries,
My heart cannot contain ambitions so high.
I will come back for you and your tides;
Your skies cradling me up as I lay beside,
I am haunted by where the journey decides I belong.
The many cities I have encountered,
They never wrote me a song.
A city up in the north, she sings lullabies
An old soul, she's very wise yet,
Not a single word when I had arrived;
Just a faceless soul and bound limbs.
She still manages to smile aloud,
Even cry when she's filled up to brim;
I look at her and pass by again,
still in search for a home,
but whenever a city comforts me;
the thread of fate unties,
and I am left again with a new soul,
figuring out her voice.
When I go out, I love to find a frown. My plan is to turn that frown around, to make you laugh. Once I get you laughing, I like to say-I make funny. Then you are really laughing at me, my job is now done. I have turned your frown into a smile, now I need to move on to the next frown.
Date Written 8/27/2020
Note: I have done this for years. I also love to do it when I travel.
2 Place Living It Up For Laughter Contest Judged: 9/1/2020 Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I woke this morning with an empty space
Where my heart should be
A deep crevice well worn and deep
My Heart walked out sometime last night
While I was dreaming in my sleep
Cold and distant heartless now
Pale and pasty full of sorrow
Warmth all gone no hand to hold
To blind to see the dark and cold
My Heart walked out sometime last night
While I was dreaming in my sleep
Had I known this pain I'd feel
I would have held you closer and
Made our dreams more real
Shame on me selfless fool
Left alone with all these thoughts
Drowning in this emotional pool
My Heart walked out on me last night
While I was dreaming in my sleep
And here I lie shamelessly crying
In a heartless emotional heap.