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With weary eyes I now gaze
Upon a street corner where we used to play
While reminiscing a tear did gleam
By the streetlight where Sunset and Adams meet
This is my hometown, but I recognize it no more
As another Eighties memory washes ashore
In the grey of my mind, I seek a reprieve
From how time has covered our footprints with leaves
These days you may bump into an old friend
While walking down the old paths in West Bend
But today I stand still to see where memories spawn
And in these wee morning hours, I wait on the dawn
In these moving pictures I see
The child who stumbled, a young man's foolery
Out in the streets where we once played
Seeking a sun rising fine Sunset decayed
Faces of youth now finding lines
A mirror, once friendly, does not fit for disguise
Statues remain only slightly aged
This seemed to me a comfort among the decay
Friends are somehow different these days
Tattered and torn but not out of the game
With “how do you do’s?” and “how have you been?”
Conversations closed with “I'll see you again”
“Don’t be a stranger” are the lyrics we sang
To a melody of plucked heartstrings we used to play
The streets are the same, some names have been changed
While we walked the ruins of Sunset decayed
“Where are you now?” these thoughts I revere
Since we've all grown up there's no time together
Visits happen maybe once, twice a year
Now letters are where we meet and where we hear
“Hey look who's back in the old neighborhood,
Yes, I've come back and times treated you good”
With a picture and a thousand words
I'd like to make up for the time that's been burned
It’s so long not goodbye I offer this day
With hope and tomorrow I find Sunset replayed
Welcome autumn with your beautiful
colors and cool breezes ...
How I love you !
And all those swirling and drifting burnt orange
red, and gold leaves tumbling down . . .
some tattered and torn
some perfect and deep veined.
Time to lay down your golden gowns, dear trees !
And I,
must begin gathering a collection
to press within pages of my many old books.
Oh delight,
to open a book on a cold winter day
and have a beautiful leaf
fall out . . .
____________________________
September 18, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Welcome Autumn
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9497-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym
Written for the contest,Autumn Colors
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Second Place
As I cleared out an old cupboard today
Memories appeared from every nook and cranny
My old Red Peddle Car I had when I was six
Which was given to me by my old Nannie
Was still in working order with all its parts
Memories came flooding back
Many an hour was spent playing and riding about
Together with my best young friend Jack
My old Teddy Bear Wilfred was still in good condition
Together we had spent many a happy hours of wear and tear
And my old football boots were still there as well
Along with the Shirt and Shorts I used to wear
Childhood Memories came flooding back
Which brought a tear to my eye
Of wondrous days spent playing with my old friends
On days long since having passed me by
An old school Satchel was still intact
Though now empty and a bit worse for wear
Which brought memories flooding back
Of my schooldays and my best mates there
Now it looked like me all battered and worn
I remember I was five years or six old
And my clothes were tattered and torn
Life was harder then, than it is now
You made do with what you had
It was stitch and mend when it was needed
Always repaired by Mum or Dad
My cupboard hand many more secrets to reveal
I spent all day with my memories
My old collie dog Caliban’s collar was still there
Many a hour we spent together walking
Somehow we managed to communicate
He would bark with me just talking
Childhood memories last forever, never forget that fact
It’s what keeps us going throughout many a day
They supposedly say you should never look back
But who cares what other people say
A bridge stood tall beneath a sky
Of colour shining bright
Darkness and light both amplified
And beautified the night
The stars, they danced in rainbow gleam
Kissing the velvet base
The gentle heavenliness of the dream
Renewed my ugly face
It seemed that years had disappeared
And time had fallen asleep
As I stood upon the bridge I feared
But now I keenly reap
A college friend was by my side
Smiling futuristically
I felt as if my past had died
Simply renewing reality
We watched, living and nonliving
As the stars expanded and glided
I gaped, silently forgiving
My ugliness that had subsided
The lake below grew jealous
Of our glowing, beauteous form
But we ignored it, obliviously zealous
As the cold chill of night kept us warm
When daylight came upon us
The balance was tattered and torn
My glowing frame was suddenly conscious
Of the lake below, forlorn
I stared upon its glimmering waters
While the sun burnt out my paradise
The college friend was sliced and slaughtered
By the reality I have come to realise
The ugliness declines to subside
But who says beauty can’t be rough?
The stars refuse to shine so bright
But still they shimmer enough
As for that random college girl
I just don’t know how long
But I’ll find her someday in this world
And who’s to say I’m wrong?
I write of the stars
I write of the moon
I write of the things
That I love to do
I write of the lies
While telling the truth
And when I am through
I pass the pen to you
I read the things
that went before
and add my thoughts
for you to write more
of things we love
and things we hate
so here's the pen,
now contemplate!
I wait like a kid
the anticipation
breaks my quiet
like a train in station
with thoughts
pouring out
like the traveling weary
so here's the pen
"now what's my hurry?"
While looking at this
And studying that
As our poetic peruse
Comes up to bat
With much more in store
From the writer's’ knack
I jot down my last line
Then pass the pen back
and now it get's fun
with my lines and yours
at least it keeps me
from doing my chores!
fingers be nimble
brain be quick
I finished this part
now here's the Bic.
With words tattered and torn
I have you here to mend
Don’t know where I’m going
Brain lights on dim
With little or no warning
Here it comes again
All on a whim
I hand you the pen
so who will care
if we make no sense
“these poets here
must have the bends!”
but all the same
we’ve had our yen
it was a good run
let's retire the pen
I came up with the idea of two poets passing the pen back and forth...this is the result that my friend Amy H A and I came up with.
2 November 2019 7:32 AM
Swallowing snot and hawking luggies
Weekend sleepovers and late night movies
Riding bikes and popping wheelies
Telling jokes and acting silly
Throwing knives and taking dares
Living life without a care
Just two boys wild and clever
Running the mountain having the best day ever
Who knew their lives would change so fast
In the valley that day childhood would pass
We both changed that day and our lives grew apart
All because of something that we did not start
We were still friends because we cared
but the brotherhood we had we no longer shared
We had our travels some together but most apart
And now many years later and miles away I still live those days in my heart
The good times and bad, the fights and laughter
The years of life roll faster and faster
Our freindship lives on though tattered and torn
Since the fifth grade when it was born
You were my first best friend my only best friend
And you always will be until the end
Feel the smoothness, wonder at the skill.
These delicate carved ornaments of delight
Pure white to a faint tan, each piece unique
To touch, to feel, brings senses alight
Priceless the gift, expert the hand
That carves these magical pieces
Priceless they are this bloody band
As their lust for money increases
“One of the most insidious forms
Of criminality in the world today”**
As nature is raped, tattered and torn
For animal kind, just fey.
A tusk for a gun, a gun another tusk
For a nose bleed and fever the cure ivory dust
Let’s kill an elephant for its ivory teeth
Kill a rhino for its horn for those that lust.
Who pays the price, the rhino, the elephant
The ignorant turn away should they even care
The wallets grow fat for the bloody decadent.
There will be no animals for grandchildren to stare.
Butchery bludgeoning death and decay
Over 90 thousand elephants annually bought to dust
Vultures strip elephant flesh, none keeps them at bay
Another gun, more coin to fill the poacher’s lust
The poachers hoard money with bloodthirsty delight
The sea of blood stains the land crimson red
White gold, blood lust, for this the amoral fight
For tusks and horn their money lust is fed.
© Amanda Tams 10/12/2014
** Quote from Prince William
heading to a place where i once called quiet
i am pleasantly surprised that nothing has changed
the cardinals, the robins, and the blue jays still sings
the occasional black crow still comes to ruin the show
the hummingbirds somehow remember me from many lifetimes gone by
a doe comes out of nowhere to graze while watching me very carefully
i smile at the beautiful environment in front of me that has worked hard to survive
i wonder of there are tattered and torn blueprints in the oft used pathways
the creek still flows just as freely under the 17th century 'bridge'
i can still hide in plain sight and collect my thoughts and maintain my sanity
however, time does not stand still to wait for anyone or anything
knowing this, i walk slowly with no time source and take in all the medicine.....
.....until it is time to go.....
Just a matter of fact
I have been tattered and torn and waxed
Covered in shame
My guilt is to blame
Made the wrong choices
Listen to me the one hidden voices
Those that says and I have accepted my wrong choices
That I belong to Satan married to him
Trapped in the dark no more REPENTED and divorced him
I have retracted repented that I mentioned
Cross the tracks
I am now relaxed
I have found my true purpose on Earth again
Repented and now I see the light
I'll come out
Out the dark
With no place to walk
I not rise
I fly toward Heaven's sky
I am sworn birth and born again
I Rise
I fly
No longer do I cry
Wiping the tears from my eyes
I Rise
Toward the skies
I fly
I Rise
I fly to heaven's shore
4/17/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
Forever To Hide
You’ll never escape
a bad memory
when it’s buried deep inside
It’s hard to run away
from the ‘stalker’
in dark moments that reside
Within to keep you captive
your soul
indentured and restrained
Forever to hide
from what lives to prey
— on what you cannot change
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
Though Tattered And Torn
Many salute
before the flag
some will turn their backs
Many will bleed
to keep it flying
some let it go slack
Many fight ...
Old Glory tattered
some avoid the fray
Many will die
within its folds
some — their hearts betray
(Martha Browns Woods: March, 2026)
A Darkened Sprit
With Satan’s
vow
He damned
his soul
Denying
God
His fate
ran cold
Blessings
offered
Turned
away
A darkened
spirit
His will
— conveyed
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)