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Death looms closer with every passing breath,
and I can't help but wonder when it will arrive.
I'm not afraid of Death; it is a consequence of life!
I worry that when Death does come, who will it take first?
When love bonds two eternal souls, Death's but an afterthought,
I feel selfish for wishing to die first; but the dread
of losing my soulmate far outweighs any qualms of Death.
But the rub is: I don't want my soulmate to suffer my loss, either.
The hope love gives is a measure of the pain its departure brings!
And the agony of losing my soulmate is more abhorrent to me
than Death, and may well trigger the anxiety that kills me!
Tears suddenly swell within my eyes, threatening to spill,
for whenever such sad emotions flood my heart, it hurts.
I try not to dwell on what might happen, but it's no use:
for the last few years, it's been weighing heavily on my mind.
Time is an illusion!
It moves swiftly, and yet, seemingly appears slow.
When I think about Death
the pain of our parting overwhelms me:
and anxiety magnifies my fear,
until it's blown out of all proportion.
It's not dying: it's living, I fear!
And I cry inside, dreading that any day,
Death could choose my soulmate, and I'll have to stay.
You’re so hard on me
You don’t see the good that I have done
You’re ashamed of me, I see
And you don’t acknowledge that I’m your son
Maybe, tomorrow, you’ll see me in another light
And apologize for making me feel less than alright
You’re overrighteous attitude
Is rather selfish and rude
I love you still, father, though you hurt me
Emotionally, mentally and psychologically
You said I’m nothing but trouble…possibly…
You don’t see anything good inside me
But, I look up, way up above
And see the Father of love —
He gets rid of the father of lies
He hello’s my goodbyes…
The Father of love looks after me
Fine and dandy, fine and dandy
Do me a favor and be more like Him perhaps
Maybe I’ll respect you more…and do less mishaps
And have less relapses and less distresses
Maybe I’ll figure a way out of this mess we’re in
I love you, dad, but you made me feel sadness
It makes me mad and sad that I’m a finless dolphin
In the sea of lost love —
That’s where I rove…
Dad, I think you have amazing discernment, super intellectual and significant
You care so much for my family and I should respect you a lot more than I can fathom
But, remember, I’m God’s son too and I’m not self-centered, foolish and ignorant
You share so much with us all and I appreciate all you do sincerely — you must be awaiting God’s Kingdom
Like me…
I see…
Father, oh fearless father…
You’re unlike any other — much like my marvelous mother
Even though we have our struggles and our weaknesses and flaws and regrets
We need to forgive each other of our heartless actions and sins — I’m no longer upset and piled up with emotional debts
I'm at your grave on this mournful day
There is so much that I want to say
I turned my back when you needed me
Ignored the signs that were plain to see.
I was so selfish living the life
Didn't matter that you were my wife
You were dying but I looked away
Guilt I now have that is here to stay.
I'm much wiser now but it's too late
And must live now with what is my fate
I had my chance but threw it away
Bad choices I made now I must pay.
You forgave me as you were dying
We hugged and kissed and you were crying
I realised then that our love was true
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.
Written 25th April 2019
For Apology Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Line Gauthier.
Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to Breasts
leaving me nude, cold but blessed,
then came this guy with a bad intention crested on his chest,
I could not picture his face but could see him so well.
As his tongue kiss and lick,
high voltage current crossed my cheek.
the wet flexible muscle moved quite oblique,
then every action from now on seem to click,
causing sensation so quick,
I suddenly became helpless, weak and sick.
He trade his plight on site,
causing hormonal sparks to ignite,
not considering if he is wrong or right,
becoming more real and clean in my sight,
my increasing arousal, making the moment bright.
His groans made the feeling mutual,
producing pleasure beyond the normal ritual,
and making his movement on me so casual,
cupped my Breast to make the feeling factual,
squeezing them like a newly baked dough,
wheezing sounds emerging from my passionate screams,
and making my freezing feet jerk as he plays with the nipples.
Then down the road he goes to my shin,
spreading my legs made the sensation immeasurable,
the gradual heat from his romancing hand, simply unspeakable,
summed up with his commanding domination like a constable,
began an erotic scene so irresistible,
and since I am already grossly susceptible,
I yielded to his masculine touch as though already compatible.
Steadily and slowly, he drives through to my thighs like a convertible,
causing a body rhythm and sensation so explicable.
Caressing them gently as I wished,
reaching the focal point made me feel accomplished,
hoping to treat my secret garden with a mood so selfish,
making it his possession and ecstasy fully nourished,
complimented with a fantasy already established
As he was about penetrating like a beam,
I already reached the next level and ready to swim,
as real as this experience may seem,
I immediately woke up to realize it was just a dream
A heart once full, now broken lies,
From the one who held it, with loving eyes.
The pain they caused, a wound so deep,
Yet still, love remained, in endless sleep.
The memories linger, of joy and of tears,
Of laughter and whispers, through all the years.
Though hurt and betrayed, the love remained,
A flame that flickered, but never waned.
In the end, it was not anger or spite,
That guided the decision, to let go of the light.
But a love so strong, it transcended the pain,
And wished for their happiness, above all else to gain.
To see them smile, to know they're free,
To find their own way, wild and carelessly.
Though it tore apart, the heart that loved,
It was a sacrifice, made from above.
For love is not selfish, it's not possessive or cold,
It's the willingness to let go, to watch them unfold.
To see them grow, to find their own way,
Even if it means, they'll be happy, without you each day.
So the heart that loved, with all its might,
Let go of the one, who shone with different light.
It was a love so pure, so true and so kind,
That it wished for their happiness, and left its own behind.
And though it's hard, to let go of the past,
The love remains, forever to last.
For in the end, it's not the hurt that we recall,
But the love that we had, and the happiness we gave to all.
Inspired by all the times I had to put pain and anger behind me for I was not built to be unkind, the last love of mine was simply the last one for me. For that time it was true love for me and its broken me to the point I don't want to love again.
On the day you die, what would you leave upon this earth?
Is what you treasure temporal, or of true, eternal worth?
What is left? A well-filled house? A closet full of clothes?
And influence that spreads as far as only Yahweh knows?
Would you leave a tidy Bible on the shelf displayed?
Or would you leave it open on the bed-stand—worn and frayed?
Would you leave much wealth and stuff you thought that you would use?
Would you be pleased with how you lived, with what you daily choose?
What is left behind? Your kids? Your husband or your wife?
And how would they describe you when they think about your life?
Would you leave regrets or grief or countless words unsaid?
And would there be so many things you should have done instead?
Would you leave behind old fights, or did you all forgive?
For sin and selfish pleasure, or for Yahweh did you live?
When your life on earth is done, what would you leave behind?
Sweet mem’ries of a life well-lived—a heart both firm and kind?
Would you leave a legacy of honest truth and love?
Would you have shown your loved ones how to get to heav’n above?
When this life is done, what could your bring to heaven’s reign?
Your blood-cleansed soul, and those who through your influence were changed
Don't be fooled by material possessions
that are owned only by selfish hearts
and the more they hold onto them tightly,
the quicker they'll disappear;
surely, they can make life much easier,
but not a peaceful one full of serenity.
Is it everybody's dream to own everything enough
to fulfill their materialistic needs through times of uncertainty...
if inside there's an emptiness deeper than any ocean's depth?
Spirituality is not dimensional as materialism which is clumsy.
Are they willing to make sacrifices
and only keep the essential things?
Their treasure has overflown and gold
is scattered around it to attract more greed;
will they give some away to the needy?
It'll do no good laying there worthlessly!
Material possessions are owned only by selfish hearts,
and prospering they are mindless of the beggar;
riches are precious jewels that steadily glitter...
then lose their luster when they're captured by thieves!
Look at her beautiful
but it's not about her body though
Those there the thoughts of touching her
lust mindset changes course I engulfed and embellished her
with my spiritual heart she's embraced and her Father's arms
This is His daughter I witnessed as she spurns my charms
I watch and embellishment in my mind of hearts
I deserve more than this as I'll wait and ask her Father for her hand
And in front of him I devotely stand
Ever presents her evidence her soul awaits I stand
For and offer a holy kiss
As the angels witness
I ask the Father for her hand
Just once though I am a man,
who's abandoned my selfish pleads
As I forfeit those once selfish thoughts
Pleading and asking the Father for His daughter's heart
Promises of love holy holy a bountiful love eternal natural bountiful love
I ask Father God may I have your daughter to see in Wholy
Holy matrimony
Please thank you Father
Hallelujah
1/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Soft and smooth, freshly manicured with
No trace left behind of struggle or woe;
Hard to gauge the multitude of daily trials
Or the enormous good and success bestowed.
He’s not afraid to let harsh enemies see his strength.
Strong and firm, his grasp telegraphs immaculate powers,
His steeled convictions and unyielding determination,
And the hell that might rain down in furious showers.
From all directions his enemies test his mettle
Then find themselves wilted on bloody ground.
Respect replaces immature, misguided disdain and fear
When he wields the power of Light and sound.
Gentle, with kindness and bountiful praise
He guides his family and subordinates through remarkable lives.
To others, “You will do it because if you don't...” his favorite phrase,
As he looks intently into their cowardly eyes.
There’s no wavering, no fear. His hopeful message is crystal clear.
Each declaration of his executive powers is deliberately penned
To fight prior injustices, selfish evil, and despicable greed.
The American people know in his powerful hands is all the strength we need.
an irrevocable positive transformation occurred
within and without
the world according to Matthew Scott Harris
got mussed and stirred.
No longer central focus of mein kampf,
NON GMO, and glue tin free
continual attention to offspring
took precedence not always glee
full, and how receptive lee
toward voluntary selflessness:
case in point regarding the selfish me
bumped off the long entrenched priority
toward my needs and wants prithee.
A recombinant adjustment incumbent
outlook arose upon freshly minted papa,
where stork sent
Weltanschauung demanded gent
to reef focus his shift, which meant
twenty four hours, seven days a week
plus work in order to pay rent
away from him, and directed a tent
shun toward welfare, welcome, and well being
for totally tubular dependent new outlook on life,
especially when spouse went
out for a breathing spell
became priority number
one thru...infinity, no hard sell
though lacking with any knowhow aye tell
asper tendering attention upon survival
of (what essentially
constituted a foreigner), like George Szell
thy senses required rejiggering, which this fell
low highly struggled with cuz,
no handbook (as promised by manufacturer to boot
ever preceded by Sir-vex), nor followed suit
leaving nervous dada in the dark spooked by a hoot
at onset, when our bundle of joy
more valuable than any amount of loot
could buy, and when back to apartment we did rent
(at that time) Pennfield Manor not heaven sent
situated within breathing distance
of slaughterhouse five scent.