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Darn, how was it again?
I forgot that word
that carries a moment of my life.
?this key
that opens the path
from the labyrinth of memories.
?it is essential,
it runs inside me,
?I’ve harbored it for a long time,
but today
it stumbles…
?it’s not a color,
I would have seen it.
?it’s not a scent,
I still have all my senses.
?but where did you hide?
demon of my black hole…
?what must I do
to bring you back
from the depths of my brain…
?you’re surely not that complicated,
we use you often,
?well I think so,
maybe not always wisely…
?I have it on the tip of my tongue
and yet you don’t return,
?but where did you hide?
demon of my black hole…
?it’s frustrating,
even annoying,
?I feel,
a split-second flash,
like I’m turning senile or foolish…
?no better than that,
at least I think so…
?I force my memories
to find you…
?could you have disappeared?
my head hurts…
?but where did you hide?
demon of my black hole…
?but of course,
silly me…
?you were right there
by my side,
emerging from a hazy space
?you carry everything of me
and of my knowledge…
?At last here you are again,
present once more…
?everything falls back into place…
Memory.
Across chasms of time
our eyes may meet
love long unavailed
will pull at restraint
tomorrow must come
and an adamantium sky
ripples the aurora borealis
above my meager crown
My admiration lies in hidden smiles
as this burgeoning lust rolls all eyes
secreting the ties that bound us
I deny its velocity and validity
As Judas denied christ thrice
I deny us and what we once held
hanging trees of knowledge bloom
the truth is undressed and undenied
Along the Rose line in all my dreams
A shrill coming together killed us
draped in silenced peace I prayed
knowing love burns ever brighter still
But in these awkward realms of glass
where destiny plays with solid rock
and deja vu awakes my middle eye
the blink of a universe trickles tears
Gently twinkling stars remind me
on the tip of my tongue a word
falters to only lay dead in my throat
to know love I must speak in tongues
Knowing this I kiss goodbye the earth
letting destiny take hold of my hand
The taste of vanilla lingers on my lips, long after we kiss,
The flavor of her love, always at the tip of my tongue,
The curvature of her shape flows elegantly,
Her skin feels smooth and velvety as my hands pour over her,
The warm and creamy undertones of her lightly roasted complexion are delightfully beautiful,
She's as light hearted and mild-mannered as blonde espresso,
I drink from her sparingly, consuming her body in sips,
Short, tall, grande, or venti, she's always fulfilling,
and still my craving for her is never quite satisfied,
Having never felt the overmastering effects of love,
I can only imagine how it must feel,
but my thirst for it is so unquenchable,
that I taste it, see it, and feel it, in everything,
even in something as unassuming as this Iced Blonde Vanilla Latte.
TRUE FRIENDSHIP
We met by a click of a mouse
We are friends after all
We sought for joy and solace
We both give it all
If she could ever be the heel
I’m wing to be the sole
She is right there I know
May be trying to think
Perhaps of it tomorrow
If it will fade and sink
But how can I let her know
I’m not a castle built on sand
I’m this one standing on a rock
But that too, she won’t understand
I feel I should tell her more
Or even the stand of my vow
I could say look! “My friend
Your way will be my way
Ruth and Naomi we sh’ll be
Treading the vast lonely land”
May be she will live to see
That I don’t want to be a false friend
I pray by the grace of my lord
That she live to weigh my word
Because it comes not, from near
Not from the tip of my tongue
For it comes after a deep breath
Through the walls of my lungs.
Dear Moon,
Each syllable of your name sings a melody so serene, I find the scarcity of my own tranquility immersing on the tip of my tongue.
The hum of my profound fragility twirls along the brittle attempts to submerge into the cloud of my thunderous delicacy.
The remnants of my soul crumble into a decaying, dispense of dust, floating through the basins of Earth’s hue.
The scent of you radiates off of the vex of my skin.
An ethereal blend of elegance, silver and the spirit of my distillation.
I find each celestial fragment of my embodiment thickening in the night sky, enveloping itself into the safety of the split space within the stars.
The green of Earth farewells the gleam of my cells.
Each one shines with the shimmering pride of a newfound purpose:
The stillness of perpetuity in lunate.
The hush of eternity in galactic saint.
And the appease of permanency in cosmic quaint.
A final exhale until my excess joins your divine rock of tragical, obscured beauty.
Your gravel brushes against my skin, so calamitously determined to test my devotion, oblivious to the ache my ashes fester for you.
Dear Moon, I call your name.
IN HELL WITH NO COOL WATER
An Old & New Aged ***** Spiritual
by James Edward Lee Sr.
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of his thumb
I did not repent, nor did I mean it
I fell to shame and sin
Got thrown in the pit, was condemn
Now fires all around me
Been sentence for eternity
OH! Lord it's hot down here, God please help me
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of my tongue
My body sweating, burning, never consuming
Constantly raging, a blazing on fire
Gnashing itching my skin burning
Painfully paining ever, ever on and on forever more
Lord please cool me down sent a cold artic breeze
Father I'm so sorry stop me from burning up, please;
My eternal life is over because I disobey
Should have repented, turned around before I death day came...
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
It's hot all over and I'm so thirsty
OH! brother won't you give me some
Won't you please give me some
Mercy Lord have him give me some water on the tip of his thumb
1/17/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2018, 2023
Arranged music by Alivea Mutty ©2023
"I love you"
These are the three ripe words that
I wanted to whisper in your ears.
So, I
Fixed a date
You came
We met
We spoke
But I couldn't propose:
Though tattooed on the tip of my tongue,
at my dismay it refrained to flow out.
Then,
I packed all my feelings and emotions in a box
with a love letter clinched to it
and laid it on your desk.
Looking at the hourglass
Counted the time.
Zealously anticipating
for your arrival
But,
Unfortunately
you were on sick leave.
Poor me
Carried the box
ran and hopped into a taxi.
Impatiently sitting,
throughout the ride
yearning to meet you..
After reaching the destination
Carelessly forgetting the box,
restlessly I jumped down
Rushed to your flat
Found your name plate beside the door
Pressed on the calling bell
Faced your maid
With a fine clarification
I stepped inside the hall
Not finding you
Confused I stood.
In a while,
Got to know
that you have been shifted
to hospital;
Not knowing the address
and the exact location
I stumbled
Place to place..
In search of you
With a wrong information.
Cash had melted;
Looking my wallet
I sat on the street
gaping at your photo,
that..I had stolen
from your locker.
Hit suddenly an idea..
Thought of calling you
But,
In a hurry had left my
mobile on my table;
Recalling your number
I went to a telephone Booth
I tried and tried and tried..
With many failed attempts
I just heard the recorded voice
which repeatedly said:
"your call is not reachable"
My eye lids were twitching
prophesying something awful is to happen.
The clouds were shadowed by darkness;
And I returned back home
with a huge sigh;
Found my pillow
Embraced ,
Cried my heart out,
Lay insomniac,
whole night
Thinking
Of YOU
I stay awake
Worrying,
What might have happened to you..!
The next day morning,
I found newspaper
Headlines said:
"Airplane crashed due to turbulence"
Strange was to know..
Your name typed too..
under the missing passenger list.
Why such a shocking news ?!
Why the hell did he board the flight
all in sudden with no clue?
Myself wriggled
On the floor..
Soul paralyzed
"Losing him"
~The Untold love~
The one who capriciously
got away from me
in a very
short span
of time.
3-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:The one that got away poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
In her playground of romance,
swings of destiny swayed gently,
as a merry-go-around span endlessly,
so in a state of dizziness,
I crept inside, unaware, in my sleepiness,
I had been treading upon flowers beneath my feet,
as their fragrance faded, her spirit wept in echoes of betrayal,
but her tongue could not explain,
so, I gifted her three dahlias from my soul's oasis;
purple for prosperity,
red for passion and
white for innocence.
I can still remember the taste from
the first time I felt the moisture of her lips.
In a night where we held each other so tight,
we sizzled like the Sahara sun,
as heat kindled in our kisses,
we merged in the silent language of touch,
waiting for gravity to bring us back.
We were adrift without the need for words -
in places poetry cannot reach.
In our infatuation, following lanterns in the night sky,
I mistook our path of promises
for an intimate illusion only found in dreams
and became misplaced in her self sabotaged storm,
until I was swept away with merciless waves.
Yet, yearning rests upon the tip of my tongue,
like breathless whispers.
If only she would come to me like dawn,
so I could kiss her like ripples at 5am and
once more feel the heartbeats upon her breast.
I turn half asleep,
reaching out into the emptiness,
as the darkness paints her silhouette in each corner,
flickering sentimental slideshows in my mind,
absorbing the angst of her absence.
Now I am nothing,
and she no longer remembers my name -
so what purpose is there to remain?
Ravens gather to the rhythm of a sad piano,
as my pulse beats wistfully among weeping willows,
leaving traces on my flesh like raindrops on stone.
Reciting the last paragraph, I ponder
if this is maybe the penultimate poem,
as we cannot find new verses to ink together.
But, our memories are stitched into the same seam,
so I'll wear her handwriting until heaven.
Doing a crossword puzzle, to be frank,
One fulfilling task of filling the blank.
It perks up the brain testing my IQ,
Doubting the depth of what I thought I knew.
It virtually takes me 'round the globe
As I fret frantically, poke and probe.
With trendy themed ones I feel like a fool;
What was I doing all those years at school?!
Some words, in the line of my expertise,
Restoring my self esteem back at ease.
Some - at the tip of my tongue - circulate,
While stubborn letters don't cooperate.
Some tough queries raise my eyebrows instead -
I turn to the last resort, internet.
I've never given up in other words,
Most meticulous among crossword nerds.
Google here and there, the word search is done,
Feeling great! Less puzzled and crossed, no pun.
February 2, 2023
Who Don’t Like Kids
Glee is a word that I’d rarely choose
My lexicon has it, but it’s little used
But now it’s right there on the tip of my tongue
Where glee now resides with euphoric and fun
For where I found sorrow now I find joy
It’s down to the birth of my new baby boy
I’ve almost forgotten the shock that I had
And that dreadful thought that I’d soon be a dad
I’d feared that my plight would be sleepless nights
While sitting awake till it’s nearly light
But now it’s alright, the future looks bright
And now I don’t tremble with fright
When he’s a toddler he’ll go pitter patter
But for the moment he’s just gonna splatter
his nappy like ten times a day
(That’s diaper in the U S of A)
A dad will stay home and act fatherly
That sacrifice don’t mean that much to me
For nothing can dampen my utter glee
Cos my one night stand has custody
6 January 2019
For: Jubilant Joy contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke