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Once I leave this mortal coil
remember me as I am,
both the good and bad.
Between them they made me
who I was during my life.
Life's experiences
were so valuable.
Carving my path
teaching me peace
and contentment with life.
Read, savour and enjoy
my various poems, through them
get just a hint of who and what
I once was. For as famously said
the written word lives on.
Mourn me not for I still exist
in people's thoughts as they
turn my pages. Blessing to
all you my friends. Never
fear the end there is none.
Death is but a new beginning
so embrace it with both arms
and step forward boldly.
Your destiny lies ahead.
I absorbed the image, beyond capture—it slipped into my soul like a summer rain,
Saturated, it became an eternal murmur, my eyes see only a zoetrope of time,
All voices sing the same refrain: "what a wonderful day," as hope unravels its rhyme.
I'm sorry to be negative—I didn't choose this role in life's play,
I'll hide the burden, that's my aim—to stop time's dance,
To freeze the frame, distract myself from the guilt pressing like a heavy stone.
I could immerse in the senses—lying roses stand near,
Just a tilt of the head and melancholy would vanish like a dream,
Let me turn back, observe, become part of this scene.
I could choose a rose, pluck it, summon the curse of thorns,
Let the thorns cut me, bleed, take the chain from my neck and be free.
In this image I'm trapped, can't you see? Caught between four corners,
I look through the lens: no way out, just a maze of shadows and lights,
An impassable border, I just need to escape, see the scene clear.
To step forward, leave behind the ugly backdrop, find the hidden set,
I throw you the camera, shout "catch!", let images crop, reveal the truth.
All that matters is for it not to be just in my mind, to become a dance of reality,
If I'm uncertain, I'll work with it—I'm still, not dead, but a searching soul,
Hell: I'll spin the wheel and be free, refraction: you no longer dictate my role.
Don't worry about her they said
Her bark is worse than her bite
But what they didn't know
Is that she used her claws to fight
Suddenly she changed before their eyes
The abusers stopped and stared
She had finally had enough
She would make them hurt and scared
She felt the anger boil and rise
Her soul turned black as night
She knew she would enjoy the chase
As the abusers all took flight
She would make them see
The hate through her own eyes
Make her the one they fear
With torment like their lies
She chased them through the town
Down alleyways and lanes
Chasing them towards the sewers
The water tanks and drains
She would show them helpless
Show them bullied and abused
She would show that people
Are not play things to be used
They sought the safety of the tunnels
But little did they know
That she would drive them forward
To the place she used to go
The black and swirling water
Looked like a giant eye
"Please make your last requests,
Its time to say goodbye"
She crouched down low beside them
In a predatory stance
"You could apologise you know,
I'll give you one last chance"
One girl dropped down on bended knees
Sobbed and begged for life
She felt her anger subside a little
Took her had off the hunting knife
The second girl just stared below
At the swirling water deep
And floods of regret and sorrow
Made her collapse and start to weep
The last and final girl
Decided to stand her ground
They faced each other solidly
Neither made a sound
The girl extended her hand
Towards the girl that she despised
And saw her breathing calm a little
The blackness leave her eyes
The girl took one step forward
Her fingers reaching out
Not knowing how this was to end
Or what it was about
Her fingers pushed through anger
Through layers of hate and lies
The nights of pain and anguish
The unheard and unloved cries
Her fingers touched the skin
So old and thin to touch
She felt the pain and sorrow
And finally knew how much
She stepped into the body
Crouched upon the floor
And felt the ice that froze her
Right to the very core
Together they moved to stand up
To approach the other two
This was when it had to end
The point that they all knew
Now the soul was shattered
In four distinctive parts
But they must learn to work together
For they don't have separate hearts.
Form:
This Intoxicated feeling, open doors that follows a never ending story, twisted chapters and a lot of memories that comes out of the world. That soft voice was light spoken, " the visions of that's to come such never be something to die for." Some choose to never know, some take their last breath to try to figure it all out, in the end we all stuck with time in the making. Shine a light on what's before me, pre-pair me for anything I only imagine the good things that I pray it's before me. Something more or less of that kept the fight raging on, one world two souls fighting for clarity; what's been turned to rubble will always be stepped over in the end. There's no means to the life of emptiness, times of letting go becomes easy as the night's passes by. Sheltered from the pain cause it's hard to let love in, a dance with life changes the way we think. Birds fly everyday on the search of something new.
Centuries have rolled,
The generations don’t connect anymore.
They grow as trees in isolation
And don’t make a garden anymore.
They are stories divided in incongruent chapters
But don’t make a readable book anymore
For I don’t understand your language
Nor do you mine.
If my times could be closer to yours
And yours to mine
We can bring the generations drifting nowhere
A bit nearer.
We can build a bridge together.
You can cross the bridge
And come to my times in my heart
The times when the values were valued,
Come to my old village I adored
The village where people had soul.
I will show you my house
The bare walls collapsing and the doors cracking
But standing strong on foundation, the faith
I will show you my garden
The flowers drying and the trees dying
But they preserve the essence of good times.
I will show you the grey picture of my little daughter
Holding my hand
She remembers no longer.
I will show you the mirror hiding my face
Beaming in happiness out of measure
I have left with my times to treasure.
I can cross the bridge
And travel to your times you are shaping
The times when you value people by money
To your modern city that wiped the villages,
The city where people have lost their soul.
You will show me your house
The walls decorated with abstract paintings
But the windows don’t see the sky.
You will show me the garden
People rushing to pluck odorless flowers
But the garden path is all stairs people climb and climb,
You will show me the picture of your little son in color
Holding your sleeve
Not knowing who you really are.
You will show me your iPad
Storing your face smiling in rue
At the uncertain times you gave you.
Let us build a bridge together
And on the bridge
I will take a step forward
You will take a step backward.
I will hold your hand with love
You will hold mine with care.
And let the times meet
And the generations connect.
Written : July 12, 2017
March 25, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice Q, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I stood before her
As I walked onto her.
Visage those the sight of her
I hear her tender heartbeat.
I am 2 feet away.
I am anxious.
I look at her lips and I await her mouth
And what she says her eyes speak words.
I cannot hear she stands
Stands before me so endearing.
I embrace in my mind.
I kiss her heart, my lips are moist
and wet at the thought
My mind wanders as I wonder
I'm in her care.
I take a step forward.
I envision her embrace.
We glare another step.
I come closer, my spirit, my soul, my mouth taste tasty.
The last inches I touch, I grasp, I embrace her body.
Now, all senses taste tastingly,
we embrace our heartbeats together.
Now we're one
--- tasted tastings
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I've grown tired of feeling dead and of making the wrong choices
so I've decided to choose life and to take heed of the heavenly voices
I've made so many decisions that were spiritually wrong
for I did not take them before the altar of God where they first belonged
God wants us to choose life and to live our lives in the blessing
and desires that we have an existence that is free of anxious stressing
to think right, to eat right and to do what's godly in mind
to love one another, to respect each other and be a reflection of God's kind
to make the right choices in order to determine one's life course
to do what is necessary to continue one's life force
to making the right decisions that will leave a lasting legacy
to making the right choices that will insure man's continuity
to look beyond one's self and towards the future generation
to choose life and not death for all of creation
Jesus said "step forth" to that man with the withered hand
and then He asked the crowd of on-lookers of His actions "did they understand?
He wanted to know if they were accepting of what He was about to do
If it was more godly to choose life and not man's laws in full view
a critical moment awaited, a decision needed to be defined
to choose life over death He wanted to know what was on their mind
God wants us to step forward and choose life in our finances, fitness and faith
God wants us to be healed in every aspect of living that we undertake
to stretch out our hands to Him in faith whenever He does call
to trust that He will lift us up by His grace if we should fall
to step forward with a desire to be more healthy and physically fit
to choose life and have discipline with our bodies and our spirits
to step forward and believe that He will preside over our financial predicaments
and trusting in Him to provide by tithing to Him our ten percent
to step forward and make the right choice by choosing life
to step forward and stretch out our hands to be healed by Jesus the Christ
Waves erupted love washed away,
Evening sun set, twilight darkens the bright day.
We part again you and me for love leaf is torn,
Each of us forlorn and stabbing pain has to be borne.
Reality carves its sharp claws on our shallow lives,
Every scar on our heart will not heal the stabs of devilish knifes.
Nights makes the devilish ego drain,
Oh! Why me and not you to step forward again,
Time will intone our strained love to emotions refrain.
Try again to get near her a voice yells in my head,
Oh! Why should it be me? These “devilish chants” to my brains are fed.
Believe in parted destiny my mixed emotions preach,
Ever in this life again your love’s passionate arms never reach.
There goes a lonely soul in a coffin
carried by pallbearers which step forward with slow-pace
a funeral leader goes with black umbrella up
the brass band follows:
the trumpet vomits blood from its shredded heart,
one step forwards leaning to left
the trombone steps backward heaving a heavy sigh,
two steps leaning to right;
when the saxophone scatters wandering spirits in the air
the spirits twist their bodies with the sax yearning for lost paradise;
the tuba, on the verge of tears, struggles to advance out of breath,
keeps swaying its bulky body trying not to fallout from the line.
The enchanting melodies of Dixieland,
appeal not only to the mourners but
curious bystanders ears as well.
Written by D. W. Breidenthal
You take my breath away
I wanna stay in this entrancing paradise
I want all of the negativity to fade away
The darkness isn’t my property…I despise
Living a life that’s filled with misperception and disaster
I would love to live in the ocean’s ecstasy
That would be spectacular if we can abide in the sparkly sea
This eccentric dilemma makes your angelic features too unclear
It chills me to the bone…
My heart pounds with hope and fear… when will peace draw near
This flawless wish remains unknown
The night’s approaching…seek shelter and light
Painstaking regrets – I can’t back away from gravity’s pull
Hand me the rope and don’t bestow your burdens upon my soul
Sift away the misfortune and allow me to put up with the fight
Help me fulfill my flawless wish
And I’ll strip away your anguish
You’re a burning candle
I raise my head up from the mud
I step forward with courage that I couldn’t handle
On my own, but you stripped away the agony
Watch us grow and sprout as one flower bud!
You took my heart to a wonderful place
I wanna desert this decaying body of mine and seek you in splendid light
You forgave me for my wrongs…you thrilled me with praise
I wanna embrace the dawn’s incredible, appealing light...
Sweeping away the deploring night
It soothes my sensitive heart…dismissing my vexing misery
I have the urge to repaint the breathtaking memories I’ve spent with you
Will it scratch away the sorrow?
I have to search for shelter and burn away our calamity – slaying us with rue
Will my flawless wish store hope for tomorrow?