Letters were mad hat interlopers
I cannot decipher them
Eeties at Hoppies
was my diction for
Sweets at Shops
when i was four
Its hard being a dyslexic
Oh boy I feel so out of it
with my younger sisters
picking it up so easily
I eagerly learnt new words by sound alone
but sometimes I miscued
I felt half baked
but my love of History became my bastion
Orally laid down by my Father
I had something to boast
to my peers about
Form: Free verse
Mission statement
broken promises
miscued satisfactory
guarantee Mount
of courses
Major pangs pains
Tranquil mission equality
Misjudge guided path
Lost on the road
Fables lies and stories
yet I'm told
Guarded yet misguided wonderful
Sheltered yet home
Homeless covered yet naked
How do you accept this
Prodigal Son has come home
isen from his lie down
Horizontal thoughts
In a vertical vessel
He struggles with himself
in life's lessons
~~~~~~~mission statement
He carries the weight
the guilt the shame of tens
maybe thousands of generations before him
Shown the light in his eyes
Yet do shine his heart is solid
And soul flickering
But yet they fines careless
Is the thoughts of the thoughtless
As the mind's wrinkles thesis
Floods The valleys overflows
The dry land I believe for you
I believe for Elohim my bloodshed
is not a worthless
Cause for you see
Jesus Christ died for you and I and all
Hallelujah
6/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Form: Dramatic Verse
It was a dark hole
into an Aladdin's cave of old tools.
A small window
gave the only light and fell
on a rough sawn bench wearing
scars inflicted by years of use.
Saw cuts, drill holes
and the miscued gouges
of chisels had crusted to
dark scabs. Oil stains blotched
the surface like age spots.
Reclaimed tin beaten flat
on an anvil length of railway line
covered the walls in a mosaic
of odd shapes glazed
in powdery rust. The floor
was hardened clay compacted
over decades by a pair
of shuffling boots.
It seemed almost a holy place,
a grotto cut into a life to house
precious things a man valued
back then. Tools bore a sanctity,
a purity of purpose,
the blessed instruments
of a craftsman kept
and looked after for life.
Some were venerated relics
passed down by generations.
I closed the door,
leaving the cobweb draped
silence intact.
Soon to be demolished,
its contents will be thrown
into bargain boxes
at the local trash and treasure.
Sad how the age bundles up
and dumps the holy
to feed an empty core.
Form: Free verse
believe it or not I love everybody
I come from a long line of constraints
I am often told what I can and can't
Yet still I love everybody
Respectively I deplete deploring circumstances
That's got me embraced I am conditioned and treated by the color of my face
Repertoire
Can ignore the realities everyone does not like me
isn't against me
You dislike me because I'm different than you
This is your point of view
Construed, miscued
Some relish in prejudice
For it's the few that confounds and contains me
This is the racial reality
For you see prejudice there's no place here for you in me
You see in spite of this I still love everybody
And I grieve the few and hatred
with a Holy kiss
I love everybody
There's no room for prejudice in my heart
1/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Form: Dramatic Verse
Grope slopes of love doves through your palpitation periscope
Sacrifice the price of neglect notoriety, preserve the verve of hope
Multiply and gratify the clue and value of courtesy
Divide glides, prides and slides of mock mercy.
Grope slopes of love doves through your happiness horoscope
Sacrifice the price of a quick kiss, preserve the nerve of hope
Modify sly cries and dignify the cure of heartbreaks
Deride delusions and illusions of miscued mistakes.
Grope slopes of love doves through your tenderness telescope
Sacrifice the price of peace paucity, preserve reserves of hope
Magnify mollification and glorify the clue and value of happiness
Dismiss dogmas of domination, demand the dismissal of sadness.
Grope slopes of love doves through your casual kaleidoscope
Sacrifice the price of ubris ulullations, preserve rights and sights of hope
Modernize merit mandates and dates that picture pristine queens
Don docility and cater for crates and fates of mates in their teens.
Form: Free verse
It took just a moment
A single concentration lapse
And down the drain,Bayern's effort went
Whilst Messi enjoyed the claps
Life is like a football game
As dicey as a game of chess
A step can earn you fame
Another can end you up in a mess
A poor tackle can earn you a red
A miscued shot can end in your net
Life is not a flower bed
Off the post,your strikes can ricochet
Goal tallies are all that are countable
Your loving fans can always turn their backs
Your strength is only a vegetable
So while you still can,stack up your medal rack
Form: Didactic
Running down a starlit path,
trying to escape this earth's bound wrath.
Searching for something bright and new,
something fresh.. maybe you.
I search myself for something true,
only to find myself often miscued.
Tell me no secrets, and I will admit my lies,
The truth will be found in all who despise.
Form: I do not know?