Long Yes Poems
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Our lives are so filled with negatives that we often forget about the positives.
We have convinced ourselves that bad news sells, and the good news is a side story at best.
As parents, we love our children dearly, but we tend to skill them in the art of negativity. We think that we are more experienced and know what is in the best interest of our loved ones. We tend to forget that our children are fearless and innocent, and we are scared and guilty as charged.
Returning to our car from shopping with my daughter, unexpectedly she said to me, “Daddy, it seems you always say no. Why don’t we create a day where you say yes”. I had never heard of such a day, but I told her that I thought it was a good idea to try. I do not remember my first “Yes” of the “Yes Day”, but I doubt that she was shy about the things that she wanted to happen.
Yes, I do remember experimenting with “Yes Day”, but I am rather certain that the day didn’t last for long. She must have thought, “This must be heaven”, and I must have thought, “This must be wrong”.
My little girl was 11 or 12 when she made such a challenging suggestion to me, and I shall never forget that day as we walked down the street together from the Sears store in San Francisco.
No. I never succeeded in having a complete “Yes Day”, but my little Pam taught me a valuable lesson. Sometimes, when my loved ones are thinking or expecting a “No”, I will surprise them with a “Yes”
No, I do not say “Yes” as often as I would like, but “Yes” is on my tongue a little bit more. It’s simply because my little girl showed me nearly 30 years ago a little bit more of what we are living for.
07192007 PS Contest, Out Of The Box, Neumann
You made cry,
You made me curse the day I was born,
You made me ask God to put my life at halt,
You made reduction of my days on earth,
Because of the gloomy face,
I hold all the time
I Hate You.
I don’t wish you any good,
I don’t even think you deserve anything good,
I don’t with death,
But I wish you hell,
I Hate you to the extent of hating your friends too.
There is no word of forgiveness,
You can tell me to change my attitude,
I just wish I never see you again,
how I wish you hide whenever you see me.
My Hatred for you,
Is equivalent to that of Eve to the snake,
You didn’t look at my ambitions,
You looked at my sorrows and failures.
I really hate you.
I LOVE YOU YES
Yes, I confess
I love you yes
And no one other than God
Our Father, loves you more
It’s not a task, nor a shore
This is the score
Darling love beautiful
I am bound and determine
I love you beyond beautiful
Yes, I confess
I love you yes
Moisten eyes tears you shed
Lofty pearls shines in crimson dark
Such a melody salvage lark
My heart and soul bled
Such is as does
Yes, I confess
I love you yes
You whom I surely love
Yes, I confess
I love you yes
And no one other than God
Our Father, loves you more
Darling love beautiful
This is the score
My heart and soul bled
Such is as does
You whom I surely love so
2/19/25
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I'm blessed and it's best
Yes, Lord I'm blessed Yo
And Lord you're my all N awl
your best
you are best
your yes
and Yes is best
Yes to the way, God is the way
Yes to the test, Lord is my quest
Yes makes me bless
your best
you are best
your yes
and Yes is best
You to the comforter
I will be more blessed I'm sure
Yes is best
if you wanna be a conqueror
Then you need to listen yeah
Because if you wanna be blessed
And we all need to pass the test
Come on, come up take the burden off your chest
I'm blessed, bless and it's the best
Yes Lord, I am bless yeah
And Lord you're my all N all
well
Yes is best
01/28/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Yes, I paint cartoons.
I always start with the eyes.
Most of them have boobs.
Usually women
Men have to have bushy beards.
My chins are girly.
First canvas scary,
It cost a whole eight dollars.
A lot of money.
Bought it for my grands.
Granddaughter made me try it.
"You can paint," she said.
Instantly loved paint.
Relaxed me and fed my soul.
Best "me" obsession.
It met all my needs.
I gave up everything else.
Painting was my life.
Four hundred paintings
Two tent shows, eighty sales
Yet I had to stop.
They are mine, all mine.
My house is bursting with them.
I love my cartoons.
I Say YES!
We're at the shelter.
Can't wait to see those kitties!
Rules say don't feed snacks.
But we're donating cat food.
Sad eyes say please adopt me!
Hubby says no...I say YES!
Three of us now heading home.
March 5, 2019
Contest: Ottoanka Challenge
Sponsor: Martin Brown
Rules:
1.Title (Any Syllables)
2. Line with 5 Syllables... show Action
3. Line with 7 Syllables....show Enthusiasm
4. Line with 5 Syllables ...show Leadership
5. Line with 7 Syllables....show Sensitivity
6. Line with 7 Syllables....show Compassion
7. Line with 7 Syllables....show Determination (attributes of title)
8. Line with 7 Syllables....show Conclusion
Need a dash of distraction?
Want to play the YES Game?
(A curious voice whispers)
Are you a poet with lone-wolf personality tendencies?
(Answer YES silently, so only you'll know)
Are you a solitary person who loves being alone to write
Are you a rebel who resists conforming to social norms as you view the world
While trying not to conform
Are you independent and self-reliant
Subtly defiant
Do you prefer quality to quantity in your relationships
Less is the best
More a test
Do you highly prize your own choice of experiences and freedoms
Above all else
Whatever comes next
Are you a deep-thinking and introspective people watcher
A silent viewer
A wordy reviewer
Or are you a soul searcher looking for your missing link
In ink
But perhaps your true gift is a supernatural ability
Like mine
To with time
Explore the unknown realms within yourself and maybe others
And finally
As a poet
Are you an
Autodidact
Just like the true me,
A lone-wolf painter
Creating through words
Poetic Art
A person who teaches himself or herself, rather than being taught by a teacher
For we aren't we all but Poetry
Street corner preachers
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Part of me says yes, yes, yes to a hot air balloon ride.
The other part shrieks NO! Because we know what could happen.
It happened once in Iowa, and the photos were on the front page of newspapers.
The balloon had burned up and the people had fried. I was about eight.
I can’t, I lie, simultaneously desperately wanting to take a ride in one.
They coax, they cajole, they tease me for years, begging and grinning.
Eventually the right persuader came along, and somehow got me on one.
We were like birds, floating effortlessly in the air. The wind gentler up here.
I felt like I was in heaven, watching the quilt of the land get smaller.
The silence was the most amazing refresher I had ever felt.
A loud sigh came out of me; my stress disappeared, my backache was gone.
I never wanted to return to the land of the walkers; I was an eagle now.
Its like trying to be normal
Do you question yourself whether to be sane?
A remainder time to only borrow
With only a reminder how time will never remain
Nevertheless, we quicken along with time
Eager to judge, eager to gain succession
Leaving but vital secreted details behind
We prove yet again as to why everyone is beyond comprehension
A need be to be carefree in order to accept
Seems nothing can be said whence one is stubborn
There is life to be lived yet of humanity we lack
Have we evolve beyond or simply never wanting to learn?
I never did favor life given the presentation
To only wake to each day searching for something to laugh at
Let the world move on, I shall move with my own illusion
For I’m sure I won’t be missed for world’s appetite be fed
I suppose I need not be normal... Yes?
Somehow, seems much easier to be insane... No?
Our remaindering time we borrow, we chase
With an ever reminder how time never remains, but close
He's happy in his chair
The window over there
Let's him see the blue of sky
Let's him see the green of field
The quiet in his mind
Let's him hear the birdsong live
He's happy in his chair
He doesn't see you standing there
He doesn't see into your eyes
He's in a place he calls 'crow flies'
Where every morning has soft blue skies
Every crow call soothes his mind
He's happy in his chair
He may spend hours looking at the air
He may follow clouds over the fields
To him what you are is not real
Don't try to apologise
You're not even in his cries
You don't exist in his broken mind
He's happy in his chair
He blocks out the pain of being there
He blocks out the reason why you broke his little mind
When you left him in a field, helpless, alone and in such need.
The baby cries they heard then found
A poor little wretch crying on the ground
The crows around who made unusual sounds
To catch the people walking by, they jumped up and down.
He's happy in his chair
He's happy you're not there
He can't understand why wild animals seemed to care that his mother was not there!
A little baby who's hurtful cries made the crows act to save his life!!
They found your boy looking up to the sky,
All cried out with staring eyes, dumb and mute for years - as cold as ice.
We stop his nightmares with recorded crow cries!
They found your note stating your reasons for why?
You gave birth to this innocent young life!
And yes, you've served your time!
Yes.....you've served your time?
And yes....you apologise but that don't heal his mind!
That don't stop his cries, the loneliness of his life
For that what remedies and reasons can you provide?
I'll stand in front of you
I'll not let you get through
I'll use force if you force me too
You will hear why.........
Reasons you ask, you cry?
The reasons why we all despise?
The fact that you're breathing shows us that God doesn't hear our cries
The reason why I could end your life ............................................................................................
.....................................................................?
You left him there to die.