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THAT GIRL IN PINK

That girl in pink glows
She's so romantic  
She's very realistic
She never forgets her history 
That's why she's so stylish 
Her lineage will never perish 
Because she's always staying to her roots.

She belongs to no group 
She doesn't want 
Anyone to use her as tool
She hate fools
She loves swimming pools
She's my crush 
She said let's take it slow, don't rush 
We should keep it on a low
I like her so much 
Pink is her favorite color.

She's untameable 
She never debate 
Because she got no mate
But she never shows hate
She's steadily depending on fate
So she sticks to her faith, her core belief.
Form: Epic


Premium Member What If ?

With my majority years long spent
I oft look back at life searching out what if's;
The decisions made at life's critical moments;
What if I had left, instead of staying?
I think of those I pushed from my life,
And others that I simply allowed to leave;
Some, I wanted to remain,
While some chose to stay, some chose to go,
And a few left and returned.
It is these who cause my heart to rejoice
Because it gives me a glimmer of hope
That they saw something in me worth returning for?
I understanding rehashing past decisions changes nothing;
Could I have been a difference maker in life
Had I chosen another path?
Perhaps not, but God often uses ordinary people
To accompluish unordinary things;
The path I have traveled in life
Has brought me to the spot in which I stand.
I love, and am Loved, and that my friends,
Makes me one thankful man.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
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At An Inn

Staying at a Marriott,
You know just what you'll get.
In terms of cleanliness and style,
You have no need to fret.

The same applies to other chains -
It's comforting to find
The room decor and toiletries
Are what you had in mind.

But when you book a local inn,
It's always a surprise.
Descriptions of your room might clash
With what's before your eyes.

It may be better, may be worse,
But one thing is for sure;
It won't resemble any room
You've ever had before.

So play it safe or take a chance
But either way, relax;
When you're away, enjoyment should
Be amped up to the max.
Form: Rhyme

Curtain Pulled Back

12/26/21


Time I make a splash
Got to fulfill important tasks
Can't rely on hiding behind masks
It won't always be what you asked

Staying intact or full of bug splats
Broken and cracked windshield glass

The wings of bats
Continuing to flap
Before returning to the cave for a nap

Out to get snacks
Packs of rats
Eating trash
Watching their backs
Looking out for cats
And traps

In a flash
Another clash
On train tracks
Or in the grass
Followed by maggots and gnats
It had nothing to do with cash

Just the way of the animal world, real facts
No cap
Comprehend and imagine that

A lot comes with a catch
It goes by fast
The good things in life rarely last
Live a life full of laughs
And have a blast

Close and far from flax
Just about everything getting a tax
Whether or not in burlap sacks

Often outmatched
Souls being snatched
By the batch
Evidence buried underneath a hatch
With a locked latch
Hundreds of feet below a vegetable patch

Never went to mass
Pushed it to the max
Then ran out of gas
So I ate some bass
Then took a dab of wax
Back to work on this obstacle I slash
And smash
I'm causing cracks
From swinging my pickaxe
Originally, I was barely making a scratch

For the last time I'll rehash
It was slapdash
So there was backlash

Wrote about it in my raps
Often I'd relapse
Perhaps
It's time I detach from all this crap

Too many chaps 
Obsessed over apps
And others fighting over scraps

The curtains getting pulled back
Not going to keep it under wraps
Before it all turns to ash
Learn from the past
And other despicable acts
As time continues to pass

What's the haps
Do you truly have a clue?
Do you know the half
Or are you an ignorant ass?
People harass
Cause others to feel like an outcast
No wonder they eventually snap
And are full of wrath
Causing bloodbaths
This is turning into a plague, not a rash
Why are we going down this path
Where most burn and crash
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Take Over-

Blessed Good New Day
Beloved
TAKEOVER
In the Blessedness of you. 
You're staying ever truth true.
 TAKEOVER
 God has chosen you a daughter who's standing
 Still awaiting His ever clearing emptying vessel filled 
TAKEOVER.
Dear one we believe in you. God's daughter
As our Father softly speaks sweet, sweet release. 
GOD WILL TAKEOVER those burdens your cares. Daddy's saying He's got them, Love. 
Sweet
TAKEOVER
HIS placement is HIS chosen
 Space He is holding 
Your heart instilling love, blessing
He's allotted grace, love and favor abundantly
You're His foremost. His Amazing Grace stands
TAKEOVER
 Still Beloved Daughter of Zion.
 You’re embraced in His love.
 I pray Father God 
Touch your heart and mind pray He keeps you closer more in tuned to Him. 
And in time those intimate conversations desires, dreams, and hopes
TAKEOVER
Are answered now the New Day
Not in mine time, your time but His time
Be present receive this New Day Blessings
This is a Godly Takeover... because
We Love God in you. Believe
In Jesus name Amen
TAKEOVER
-Always Amen for my soul



4/7/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©


Love Is Not A Feeling

"Love Is Not a Feeling"
Love is not the flutter in the chest,
not the rush of light in the eyes,
not the way the heart skips
when a name is spoken softly.
Those things fade 
like morning dew
when the sun climbs high.
Love is the staying
when the fire cools.
It’s the reaching out a hand
when pride says, don’t.
It’s forgiveness whispered
when the wound is still fresh.
It’s not born of mood or moment 
it’s born of will.
The quiet courage to say,
“I choose you still.”
For “charity beareth all things, believeth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth all things.”  1 Corinthians 13:7 (KJV)
Love is not a feeling.
It’s the vow beneath the breath,
the promise that stands
when feelings fall.
It’s the echo of Eden,
the reflection of Calvary 
a daily dying to self,
and a daily choosing of grace.
Because “We love him, because he first loved us.” 1 John 4:19 (KJV)
Love is not a feeling 
it is a choice.
And in choosing it,
we become
a little more like Him.
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Premium Member I Exhorted Her To Remain

Insisted she stay. 
I mock her staying. 
My gray hair strains her. 
Don't censure, I fear for you. 
My wrinkles return. 
Don't trespass. 
I care, as you lunge. 
When I cheat, I tremble. 
Regardless Heartbeats continue. 
My broken bones were boring. 
How could you go astray? 
She rambles 
**** 
My ideal zest isn't average. 
The quest isn't now. 
Nighttime gloom doesn't last. 
Yesterday's light follows today's. 
Streaming describes life. 
Fair day replaces question day. 
Life abandons you. 
Keep birch wild. 
Fun and happiness abound. 
Ken's fire is terrible. 
Even if everyone hates you. 
Remember what's important
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Because You Taught Me

9 months i was inside you.
you were feeding me, warming me, trying to get me out to live
I open my eyes, im wondering where am i?!im living a life

You taught, you played with me when i was a child
you raised me, you cooked for me, you were taking two parts
My father was at work, you were always comforting me with a big heart

If i made a mistake, you taught me the right thing
If i lied, you take my silly lies and teach me to tell the truth
You never were wrong when you taked to me, your talk was always smooth

I was 5 when my eyes were bright on the candy bar
It was the first and the last time that i stole
You sent me with the money to go pay back the store

you punished me by these upset eyes
That made me swear to myself not to steal again
I became a good child then

I was 18 i was a trouble some girl
Illigaly smoking, drinking around the bars and clubs
Staying out all nights , knowing all names of the pubs

I barely went to classes, i was about not to graduate HighSchool
You went to my teachers, telling them my daughter will be fine
I graduated the school with your help, but i thought it was mine

I was 21 when i said i want to quit university
I wanted to do something else, makeup or fashion design
You stood by me, trying to solve my way, i was pushing you away from my line

I never realized how you worked hard for me mother but now i realized
Without you, I'm a theif, I'm a trouble some girl, I'm really bad
Thanks for bringing me to life and being my mother. I'm so glad

I never told you how grateful i'm to you
Let me say what is in my heart before it's too late
I love you mom and I'm sorry for all my stupid mistakes 

I love life because you taught me so
© Kaila B.A  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member By the Seaside

Staying by the sea, now at sunset
With the light slowly fading into greyness
And the waters lying quiet
A peace fills me as never before

Dismal fears barred entry into the soul
Mind freed of all disquietude.
Through the soft whisper of waves,
A low sweet melody finds its way.

Listening to the gentle sibilance of the sea,
A new insight suddenly dawns on me~
None but we are to blame
For all our angry bickering
With all swirls and whirls underneath,
Is an abstruse calm in the deep.
In this continuum of flux 
Is a permanence – abiding and perpetual. 

Staying by the sea at sunset    
With its still waters glimmering in twilight
And the stray clouds straggling in the sky,
My soul undulates with the slow rhythm of waves
And in me fills a calm submerging all vexations
 And breaks a light, luminous and clear
A glimpse of a scintillating radiance – ethereal!


July.22.2022 


Submitted for 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile.9.Poetry Contest
 Sponsor- Mark Toney

Premium Member A November afternoon

A November afternoon

It will be a memory, an image of life, just a capture of the living life
This afternoon the only one, the life of the immortal memory’s life

No more this time, sun remembers times, the window is sun-white
Now going a bit far, the cloud is light blue-grey-like, coming back to life

Always, but just staying a far away, leaves of autumn true are at this time
Need love, this life is so hard, I need yours closer to mine get be the life

Walk, walk in a way. Walk in my passed way. Lost afternoon. Passed day time
Passed month, passed life and desire, forgotten life, November afternoon’s time

Memories
Setting sun
November
Beautiful life
Form: Rhyme

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