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I heard you were gone
from someone who didn’t know
what you once meant to me.
They said it flat,
like it was weather.
“He passed last week.”
And suddenly,
the air changed.
I didn’t ask for details.
I just drove.
Quiet.
Alone.
Like we always said we never would be.
At the service,
they spoke of your laugh.
Your stubbornness.
The way you always showed up for people.
And I smiled,
because they never knew
how often you showed up for me—
before life pulled us apart
by the seams.
I sat in the back.
No one knew who I was.
Just a name lost in your middle chapters.
But I remembered every line
we never finished.
I brought flowers.
Nothing fancy.
You hated fancy.
You liked real.
So I brought real.
They said you were at peace.
I hope you are.
Because God knows,
you fought enough battles
that no one saw.
And when everyone else left—
family, friends,
the ones who only knew the man you became—
I stayed behind.
Just for a moment.
I laid my hand on the wood
and whispered the goodbye
I never got to give you.
"You were never mine to keep,
but you were mine to love.
And I never stopped."
I cried for the boy I knew.
For the man I lost.
For the lifetime we never had.
Then I stood up,
smoothed my dress,
and walked away—
not empty,
just carrying one more memory
in a heart
that still makes room for you.
(In loving memory of my big brother, Reg)
Right within my den
Calligraphic letters you penned
Surfaced as reminder of the love we shared
I see picture perfect portraits
No negatives.
You do appear on wings of time
Like sun's penetrating light
In spaces, deep as the Caribbean Sea
Yes, you are reflected
In multiple hews, brilliant as you...
Blood of my blood;
Imagine fortified versions of you
I see courteous crews...
Beyond seven saintly specimens
Now your name is set abroad
As though Griot who ruled.
I remembered, you tamed my fears
And rose to pave smooth
One perilous path I walked to work
Yes, weary women in need of warmth, were
Cloaked in hand woven peace, given by you
Now, you're laminated photo...
Graphed upon walls of grateful minds.
I have seen you prodding time
Through lens of your mind
Tall as mahogany trees
That cools, and shelters multitudes
Now; who but time, will seal
This empty space
I feel within my soul?
You'll never be you I once knew.
*
Eternal buzz of voices, heard by the wind
Stilling the music of yesterday,
Reassuring the soul has a friend
Breathless music of hers and his, in amazing
Stories, poetry and senses, embracing
Kissing away the melancholic wounds, feelings
Dazed by the night who is no substitute
Inspiring colors, in whispers of light
Softly flow from yesterday throughout paradise,
Rising in blending wishes for grace and ghostlike
Psalms, blessings remembered by the fall,
When wind feels like a promise of what is meant
By gentle and honest, gratitude’s permission
To erase the past with its heavy grasp,
Warming by the fires of wonder found when
One heart discovers the meaning of a kiss…
Is it the river of feelings, flowing, knowing
That wind through the spirit,
Awakening the music of a passion, sensations
Alluring, assuring, enthusiastic as trust
Washing the heart in grace, and feeding the feelings
Like faith who is absorbed by the way
Hearts heal when God’s love stills the spirit,
Resting His calm, like a clear pool of unforgettable,
To the tune of eternal truth, easing away the shadows,
Filling the soul with sincerity, serenity, silence
In peace, two wishes find the music that sees
Through the darkness to the destiny,
Believe, just believe, and receive what God brings
When He sends His ultimate beautiful, His music
In the seeds of lasting wonder, a muse
The feelings who grow and continue on, forever
Wiping away the tears and the fears,
All the past’s melancholy and bitterness
With light that frees the spirit,
Considers what has been and leaves a watermark
Of what it means to be free… free at last,
Because, in God’s grasp, there comes a true freedom…
Free as the wind and the sea,
Free as the music that resonates
With a feeling that can only be stirred
By two who know, with God at the center
This wonder will continue on… forever and ever,
Love that causes the wind to vibrate, to babble
The words of a love song, a fire burning
Like the promise of everlasting – free as the knowing
Love knew, all along, love knew the song
Freeing those who simply blow their kisses
In rhythms of praise, just praise, praise the One
Who brings love it’s light, brings hope its sight,
Brings faith its everlasting fight…
Sing the song, it’s a love song – God is strong
God will sing along, because God’s love is never wrong!
BYLINY: a nostalgia form'that which happened '
ADOLESCENT SCENES
during the Forties
I was just a lad
growing up
was not so bad
Summer evenings
lengthened long
clambered trees
with birds in full song
across nearby fields
&over the brook
studying in nature's
real-timebook
scaled branches
for my egg collection
wild flowers
then pressed to perfection
fishing for stickleback
with jamjar and net
oftimes slipping
&getting wet
boys' club
in the old school hall
indoor hockey i
with a ragged ball
gathering conkers
on Chestnut Crescent
for annual contests adolescent
blue-paper fireworks
fifth November,
baked spuds
in glowing ember
around the streets
carol singing
boxes rattling lanterns swinging
indelible magic memoir
remembered scenes from afar
Year first Posted 2007
Marta decided to garden herself happy
It was the thing she used to love to do
with her grandparents, Big Pappy
and her grandmother, Nora Sue.
They had spent many hours planting their seeds
Hoeing, tilling, raking, and getting rid of weeds
their bounty came in July, and sometimes in June
They were still working, singing a communal tune.
Big pappy would whistle, Nora Sue would hum.
Marta planted her garden, chewing her gum
Putting seed packages on stakes so she would remember
what she had planted; what she would can in September
As she made these new memories, she remembered her roots.
Her apple trees were generous, they provided her fruits.
Carrots, cabbages, corn and pumpkins came along this July.
She smiled at the heavens, feeling her grandparents in the sky.
I was in and around a crowd of angels
I am amongst them in thier chambers
I was asleep on a bed of clouds
I was awaken by the choir singing extremely loud
They were praising Our Father God
While I was awakened
I saw I was shaking
I was spirited heart my soul too
Embraced in the singing I too
Began praising alive while in my slumber
I awakened and I began singing with the angels
Once again I realize you're still asleep I was Awakening the last thing I remembered
That was amongst a crowd of angels Gabriel playing the trumpet
This must have been heaven
3/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
**Cover-Ups**
The Cardinals will sing, but let’s confront the truth behind it all. We deceive ourselves, but a higher power knows the reality of these situations: makeup and the cover-ups. The Cardinals' song may be beautiful, yet the raven never returned, while the dove came back, never forgetting what it had seen. It whistles a tune that demands to be heard.
Does it really matter how long it takes or the tone we strike? This involves clergymen, bishops, priests, and deacons. And let’s not forget Rome, where nuns step out of the shadows and proclaim their truth to the world. I will not pretend to be saintly or holier than thou. Remember your vows and acknowledge the challenges that lie within the Roman Catholic Church.
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Bury all I held dear in this tomb
Walk away with innocence, infected in this room
Your smiling face is nothing but a cage
Something to keep me inside while I'm left to stew with rage again
So if you hate me, let me die
Don't keep me begging for my life
Our situations were so grim
I saw your patience wearing thin
I remember life without this pain
When I could smile at the rain
You make my life a dark hell
These hopes I wish I could let go
You always clung too tight to let me go
I still think about the love we shared
Remembered a time long ago, back when you still cared
It's hard to face a life without your light
But all of that was torn apart when you refused to fight
So breathe your lies into my heart
And leave my body torn apart
It's not like anyone's there
You've left me hanging in thin air
I know that I was such a fool
But there's no reason to be cruel
You brought me up to tear me down
I wish I could just burn with this whole town
So pour this dirt into my grave
It would be all you ever gave
You never wanted any help
You sold me out to save yourself
I only wish I could hate you
Then maybe this world wouldn't be so blue
But the time for that has come and gone
My blackest night is now your brightest dawn
My blackest night is now your brightest dawn
In the cool of eventide
She took a stroll outside
And as she gazed up at the sky
She caught a glimpse of stars on high
And upon one she made a wish
In wonderment and silent bliss
Then she remembered that old lullaby
About those diamonds in the sky --....
"Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are".....
She wondered then, if they, so far
Thought that she, too, was a star
But the moon looked on jealously
asking, "Why does no one wish on me"
She thought about it for a while
And told the moon "Just shine and smile
For you have captured many hearts
With the soft light that you impart"
The moon smiled back, with a wink and a glance
And then he asked her, "Shall we dance?"
And in the heavens they waltzed so far
Where she took her place among the stars