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Charming A figure
And so you are
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare
And so you are luster of silkiness
And so is your hair
And so you are flower so beautiful,
And so are your legs up hold you
And your hands in praise reach, for it
Up to the skies,
As so you are your Religion is true,
And so are your eyes brightly blue
Just liken as the daisies are pretty,
Defies hidden have style, of your outward beauty
Terms are friendly, Angels are screaming can’t stand it
And so is your smile, sweeter than a child’s
Also darling beautiful you are miles and miles
Just like you, Oh! Yes you are
Ever so so you are beautiful
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
"When people treat you like they don't care, believe them."
time is the most valuable commodity
at the end of the day
there’s never much to spare
every second counting
the time it takes
for a smile or kind word
says it all
many people are convinced
space is limited in their heart
they forget that love is a muscle
that lives in fear of atrophy
you have to be brave to rip off
your rose-colored glasses
even though it will leave your heart
vulnerable and at risk
truth is bound to hurt
it usually does
it’s not fun
one day to realize
people live by
their golden rule
of “what’s in it for me”
it’s an earthshattering moment
of lost innocence
people are wrapped up
in their own little universe
caught up in the cyclone
of their madness
the folks in your inner circle
are the ones who
won’t hesitate to strike
in a miserly way
smiles and kind words
dispensed sparingly
there’s always someone
who is going to want to bully you
by withholding their kindness
they won’t smile
or say a kind word
it’s their way of
manipulating you
to varying degrees
they enjoy seeing you squirm
it’s a game for them
maybe more
subconscious than deliberate
but really
how much of a difference
does that really make
there are people
who will never respect you
that’s the way they’re built
their hearts cold and
without empathy
you can’t count on
outside validation
it’s always fickle
forever unreliable
these are people
close-minded
with undeveloped
hearts incapable of love
in the grandest of ways
it’s sad but true
"When people treat you like they don't care, believe them."
AP: 1st place 2020
We nodded first a truth aligned
A simple point we both could claim
I tried to show another mind
How others feel what fuels their flame
Their smile went cold their eyes grew hard
I’ll shut you up they spat bemocked
My words were careful soft unmarred
But hit a wall of passion locked
I sketched their steps their fears their view
A world beyond the frame we share
Yet fury drowned the insight through
A narrow gaze too sharp to care
I will not judge the spark that burned
For friendship lives beyond the fight
But still a deep divide is learned
In how we hear and what feels right
Agreement breathed but barely stirred
The lesson plain yet edged with pain
Some hearts are deaf to another word
Some minds will close though eyes remain
Only through such darkened skies
Can calmer truth and grace be reached
For now let the storm between us rise
It’s thunder spent in pursuit of peace
To A Beautiful Girl
She is the most beautiful girl I ever seen
She has a smile that can touch someone’s heart
She is the star that shines in my light.
She is a beautiful girl, yes in deed.
You’re something special,
You are a kind and gentle girl.
I’m so speechless and shy when I’m around you.
But I’m glad you can make me smile.
You re the sky
She is the light that touches the ground
She is the day and the night
She’s the morning and the afternoon
She has a heart made of gold.
Everyday I think and wonder if I can ever find a girl
Like you.
I dream, wish and wonder about wishes and dreams
To
You’re a beautiful rose too me
You’re the girl of my dreams.
You’re my princess,
And I’ll be you knight and shining amour
This is for you, a beautiful girl will always be cherish
And cherished forever more
"Andrea, with the accent on the dray",
she coyly introduced herself to me.
Exotic, dazzling beauty; to this day
her face still lingers in my memory.
My life till then seemed vaguely out of tune,
now, dulcet melodies played in my ear.
Her smile could warm the sun and melt the moon -
I'd dreamed of dating her that whole school year.
"Quit you like men", my father used to say,
so girding up my loins, I asked her out.
Expecting her rejection that tense day,
she answered, "Sure!" as I suppressed a shout.
We went out for some pizza, piping hot;
I saw in her no scarcity nor flaw.
My mind in wonder at her every thought,
meanwhile my eyes were pleased by what they saw.
Her lovely hair, like melted chocolate: rich
and silky smooth, at just the perfect length.
Good conversation was what scratched her itch
and I came thinking that was just my strength.
Sometimes though, bridges end up getting burned;
teen dreamers should be wary where they roam.
For when our dinner check arrived, I learned
alas, I'd left my money back at home!
Hugely embarrassed, I could barely speak;
up to that point, how nice the night had been.
I hardly left my room for one whole week,
too shy to ever ask her out again.
Life turned out great, I married well. And yet,
she still remains 'the one that got away'.
I reminisce with traces of regret,
Andrea, with the accent on the dray.
HISTORY IS OUR STORY
Has someone rolled aloud a drum in my chest
as I hear the decibel loud: lub-dub so jest crest?
Thousand miles apart but such distance is now bridge
my long frozen heart taken finally from the fridge
I, arrived as planned. His plane too, has land.
Already, our contrived vacation has began.
Though surrounded by the live world theater,
we hugged and smiled, soon as we closed the meters
Within the walled city is a hundred years of history,
in those cobbled roads we walked --we started our own story
Cotton soft clouds watched as blue eyes meet black eyes
cheek to cheek is the wind that fans the blushing guy--
for infront of him is the girl he so long to be with.
Her smile is as spellbinding as like that of a myth.
Old church they view but our hearts search came true,
our first meeting drew our probable break through.
Two days passed, we went to "where magic begins" park
from roller-coaster to merry go round, our chemistry spark
We talk like we've known each other a thousand years
our thoughts quick to bake a spongy cake so sincere.
Day-walks and night-walks: the sun and the stars we outshine
for our togetherness' light willed and wine by our God divine!
Meals -- a delicious treat but our laughter echo a dessert sweet
People who witnessed foretell, our tale is weave without deceit..
Sleeping deep is this volcano lying in the middle of the lake
and so we urged our aching past to melt in ten days break.
This vacation is filled with so much good memories,
so surreal, I dream of this always in my reverie.
______________________________________________________
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Memorable Vacations
Placed 2nd...
10:30 pm. April 14, 2015
When I was fifteen my friend 'Riff' and I
started our very own garage band,
and for the first year we truly stank,
but I've always been a dedicated man.
I pushed Riff, and we quickly got better,
soon started writing songs of our own,
got a drummer, 'Bomber,' and bassist, Caplan,
folks were downloading our songs to their phones.
Soon we attracted big league attention,
and at twenty I signed us to a deal,
our album sold big, our downloads bigger,
all of our rock star dreams become real.
It was at this time I sat and thought
of the musicians who had gone before,
the mistakes and pitfalls that had dogged them,
and would be the end of many bands more.
I had no desire to exit this world,
as had the great Bonham and Mercury,
made myself a goal, even wrote it out,
I would moderate my debauchery.
This was no easy thing for a young man
now living the celebrity life,
it's not like I didn't sleep with groupies,
hell one of them would become my wife!
But I tried to avoid the easier ones,
which is a difficult thing to do,
could you turn away a smoking hot girl
wearing just a smile and tattoo?
But more often than not my will won out,
an I always used good protection,
no use throwing all your health away
in the name of temporary fun.
And it isn't like I did not drink,
I have always enjoyed a cold beer,
but I'd get drunk no more than once a week,
and hired drivers to assuage our fears.
It's also fair to say that I smoke some pot,
though honestly, it was never my thing,
but I used it to draw a hard line,
because the hard stuff was damn frightening.
The result was that I managed to keep
my head despite all the money and fame,
unfortunately I just kind of assumed
that all my band-mates would think the same way.
I guess that's a common human mistake,
as Caplan's problems soon would attest,
he wasn't satisfied with Mary Jane,
and was soon fond of heroin and meth.
He missed interviews, he even missed shows,
even woke up naked in Central Park,
whenever he was called out about it
he'd say,”Guys, I'm just having a lark!”
But it got so bad that Caplan was fired,
on him we could no longer rely,
a year later he overdosed at home,
only twenty-seven and he died...
CONTINUES IN PART II
Clutching at straws — to be willing to try anything to improve a difficult or unsatisfactory situation, even if it has little chance of success
“And Then He Will Carry Me Away To His Castle, Where We Will Live Happily Ever After.” Snow White from Disney’s Snow White
“Go on, have a bite” Evil Queen from Disney’s Snow White
UPSTAGED
I’m caught in mask, witch-green, a cleansing face.
He hooked his chin in mirror’s reflection.
Instead of me - he sought - his own embrace.
This marriage once a snow-white complexion.
Deciding to wear my wealth of jewels,
my ace high heels, a great big smile, and wink.
I try my bag of tricks from beauty school,
clutching at straws, but he didn’t even blink.
Then he saw me, I’m beautiful once more,
renewed by morning light. His aftershave
a lie - I bite! Left dizzy for encore,
he ends us. His fate’s looking pretty grave.
The magic mirror’s slap upstaged queen’s man.
Knocked into kingdom come— ends princely span.
9/15/2020
Contest - CLUTCHING AT STRAWS
Sponsor - Kai Michael Neumann
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Those special words I whispered
I meant them from the start
Just knew you were the one for me
You had a smile in your heart
And when you said them back to me
I saw the sparkle in your eyes
I simply swam into the sun
Now your mine for life
© Copyright KC.Leake
29th November 2016
All Rights Reserved
Fictional
As I walk through the door, none looks my way
I was never important, not that many would say
I stand in the corner but nobody sees me
I speak but none turn, it’s the way it’s supposed to be.
The world looks different from the one’s I had seen
The evil still abounds, repeated daily, a bad scene
I speak but none even turns my way, Am I here?
A child comes to me his hand raised, in his eyes there are tears.
All this pain this sorrow, what the purpose can be
Hate, evil doing, never ceases to amaze me
More children come they pull at my hand
I gaze at the innocence and I understand
They smile and they laugh but others see us not
And yet the celebrations go on, but they all have forgot
I am here for them, all, the unhappy, unloved and deceased
They called me St Nicholas, but only think of the feast.
They made me a saint in the centuries long gone
Over prisoner’s and sailor’s and children every one
No one remembers except for the gifts on one day
But I looked after all, they made me this way
Nobody gives me a thought through out the year
But I collect all the children and wipe away their tears
We are the happy ones they all know to come to me
Not only on one day but through out the year you see.
There are stories and legends formed over the years
But if the belief were strong there would be fewer tears
I am the patron saint of so many causes
I am the man behind all the Santa clauses.
But remember my mission was to offer help to the needy
Not to feed all the senses of those that are greedy.
Remember I stand here, but no one sees me
I’m not given a thought, until they bring in the tree.
But I tried in my life to help those needy and wanting
Those that beatified me gave me a task that is daunting.
From the sailors to the innocent and all the children in fear
If you believe in me or not my I wish you a happy new year.
© ~GG~16/12/2012