Mere words are placed upon the page
Where ink conjoins with pulp.
And higher themes than tongues can wage
Are sought in parsing prose.
Language is the mind’s attempt
To cobble thoughts from words,
Yet seeks discourse on things exempt
From rationale’s employ.
‘Tis not a boast upon the breast,
That burden to un-bear,
But hope that scripting at its best
Does speak without a breath.
Categories:
messaging, 12th grade, confidence, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Vintage Chanel lives rent free in my mind
the colors are deep, subtle and magical.
Over time, the originally soft textures,
become luscious like a lover's caressing touch
In college, you dress down,
you want to blend in, not stand out
gods forbid you flag entitlement
and draw envy's barbed compliments.
The simple styles bear the twin burdens
of camouflage and practicality.
In Paris, fashion can be capricious,
but elegance is a silent conversation,
with its own intricate vocabulary in drape,
line, fabric and in painstaking choice.
In places where fashion matters - Paris, Manhattan, the Hamptons,
it can signal position, the way uniforms signal authority everywhere.
A splash of fashion can not only have a fabulous effect
on how its wearer feels, it can tell important stories.
I’m told that, in back rooms, where fortunes are awarded or lost,
fashion can announce arrival, rank, and intent.
It can whisper new wealth, in upstart display
or a threadbare, silent duel with mounting debt
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Songs for this:
The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby & The Range
Read Between the Lines by The Bingtones
Categories:
messaging, class, fashion, identity, image,
Form: Free verse
Compassionate Comforter
Messaging hope,
Put faith in our Father
Whenever He spoke.
Those that would listen
Are those who will hear
The call to repentance,
The need to draw near.
Listen to the message
With words of new and old.
Listen for understanding,
Nourishment for the soul.
Listen to the words,
Hear them beckon - singing.
Hear the Spirit calling,
Offering new beginning.
Sowers of hope
Taken on faith,
Receiving His harvest
Of peace and His grace.
Categories:
messaging, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Rhyme
No money in balance,
please the extreme.
Promote what is current,
manufacture for fiends.
Concoct what will profit,
no matter what’s true.
Convention in nonsense,
the popular clue.
No money in balance,
no money in peace.
No money in virtue,
it won’t pay the lease.
Categories:
messaging, betrayal, business, confidence, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Speakers and writers on joy or great sorrow,
help human hearts deal with lies and the truth.
They offer an easing from etchings of tears,
and help on occasion to alleviate fears.
Their hand or a hug, love’s presence surround,
add warmth and compassion with silent sound.
Categories:
messaging, caregiving, cheer up, community,
Form: Rhyme
FALL SQUIRREL SITTING AND MESSAGING
wandering squirrel sits
fluff tail moves notes messaging
liken Morris code
12/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
messaging, analogy, animal, engagement, funny,
Form: Haiku
Bad celestial report:
Black hole from a missing heart,
aorta star
supernova vanishing
Searching Pluto cold calls,
no late night
return transmission ring ring orbiting
Big Jupiter blinking eye of false pulse promises;
pillow Mars crimson barren wail,
scarlet Mercury sleep solitary cell ...
Down-to-Earth freewill vows are
copper-iron bars closing
Miss Venus pinky thumb
is laying heavy pressed against
a dying Sol chest
Her vortex voice messaging
repeat an empty beacon SOS —
fading Saturn hollow rings
Going over the event horizon edge,
Atom thoughts get split asunder
Eve of emotional gravity disintegration,
dissolves a spiritual connection permanently
Uranus dreams of twin moon bonding
was dysfunctional warped hope,
lapse in lost time-space trust relativity
A burnt-out shooting star
comet heart
sucked into the asteroid void of misery
And the last vortex voice messaging
said the universe of Us was forever ending
Love infinity died slowly
from a fractured
quantum leap-of-faith bleeding
Categories:
messaging, emotions, metaphor, sad love,
Form: Verse
Thoughts of you influence my soul like dry gin
the day which felt long
is gradually pulling its blue jean
yet your absence has made our bed
an unwanted virgin
separating comfort and peace with a wide margin
this is another weary night slowly aging
for me to be pushing for your presence once again
the moon and stars will not stop urging.
Categories:
messaging, care, crush, humor, romance,
Form: Rhyme
I prefer texting, messaging and emails generally
as a better form of communication for yours truly,
because while I am civil and polite enough
to allow others to complete a verbal thought,
others in turn in mid sentence tend to interrupt and cut me off.
That's when I throw in the towel and have nothing further to say,
because they are not interested in my opinion anyway.
Most people I find have absolutely no self discipline
to restrain themselves from interrupting
whenever someone responds in a conversation,
and for me that is very sad and very frustrating.
Categories:
messaging, angst, me,
Form: Rhyme