Misplaced
Not forgotten.
Not lost.
Not gone.
Just misplaced
Blurred between the lines of his memory
A little girl he no longer sees in me
But I will always be with him
And him with me
I am misplaced in his past
A mistake no person could fix
A detail added by God to cherish time
Memories are no longer shared; they're just mine
As he rises to heaven, he will find the pieces falling into place
He’ll feel the sun on his face
He will remember the moments he'd seen but let slip away
And his feeling of misplacement will fade
I do not believe that I, nor anyone who knows him, is forgotten or lost or gone
We were simply misplaced.
And now that he can see clearly from above
He is waiting for each and every one of us
To pull us into a big papa bear hug
His heart full of love.
My keys are missing
and I find myself dissing
my ability to function
daily without mention
of my constant misplacement
of things I need-so I vent
in the form of a rhyme
that soothes me every time
"Then their child running a while why misplacement noticed ran into grandma coffee table forecast both ashtray in the race better run and bite that tongue ??
Steve chillin in the refrigerator eating all the sweet potatoes Billy's on the chair in the cookie jar while Kathy still in the bathroom doing her hair in the race with discipline some of y'all ain't right so you better run and bite that tongue
Linda got a mouth on her makes others feel uncomfortable she trashed her trash mouth her vulgar words she do spew out some of the words she cannot spell she rips and runs she speaks death not life oh well this is the chosen free will You Better Run and bite that tongue
So don't get to relax don't feel like it grown don't speak to anyone uncouth stay polite when you belong because one day someone's going to tug or pull out your righteous tongue before then you spit out spit up stand up be righteous because in your disobedience
Whale and will call be still don't fall
you better run and bite that tongue"
6/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Like water under the bridge
Or like water over the dam
Let's put our discord in the fridge
Broken an arm I'm not who I think I am
While opening the Midas door
Expecting to get a Midas touch
I toured where angels won't explore
And got crushed by an unknown clutch
If I'd listened to you I won't have been taken aback
Not minding the high pressured situation
By now I would have been patting your back
Sadly I've gone through pollution
Unfortunanely what is done is done
And the adventure had no good affects
Having dysregulated my emotion
For Midas effect I've lived in regrets
Alas, with the only man in me I've come to seek a fresh start
The adventure that ought to toot my horn
Has proven to be a misplacement of an oxcart
So let bygone be bygone and once again be my only companion.
Mankind is so cold, they're Sinners they're liars oh! God
Why does it snow in April
The evil transgresses, surpasses and the hordes of lies
Are in the air misconception that the wrong directions
As will is destroyed in the atmosphere
Spreading evils cold condensation
Hatred love misplacement
As the Angels gather together
They're shaking in their wings
As they're crying snow comes from their tears
Why are they so hurt man's delusions
He's evil but he has a choice
To refuse the demons rebuke their voice
As the Angels gather near
They are crying ice for Tears
O' help them Lord to dry their eyes!
4/6/20
James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Is there anything of
unappreciated significance
that is used more than I ?
I've got to be the "where's waldo"
of precocious punctuation!
piled atop baby j's and baby i's
balanced under interrogatory swirls ?
and exclamatory lines !
and others of my kind : ; !
Also, laid down with more of the same ...
Accountants and mathematicians
have rued my misplacement,
yet though I'm remarkably plain,
the simple truth is, when I say it's done,
it's done......PERIOD!
Don't wish for the moon
because that is shared too
Then what do I wish?
I can't wish for liberty
because I already have it
In case you didn't know
God died for you - His son
Can't wish for justice
because justice is what is within us
Can't wish for the stars
because I can see the stars in your eyes
Can't wish for the medieval
because I am in the midst of it
God made the stripes, the blood
to ink on His back
So we can enjoy this day - today
We are so busy with our misfortunes
that we forgot He already created our fortune
There is no misdirection, mismanagement, misplacement on His part
We are where we are supposed to be
So rejoice and keep our eyes on God
Can't wish for the sun, the moon
But you can wish for - me
Haha
That is going to be a long time coming
As I take a long time
I don't give in easily
Now what is that did you say?
Say it again
Run by me
Let me think about it
How about tomorrow?
In your dream lol
It is an organised disarrangement
Quite arranged in a disarray
Prepared to confuse you
For you to right the confusion.
It is a thoughtful arrangment
For you to think very well about
Any misplacement you do
Gives it a wrong placement.
The answer is always there
But it takes your deep thoughts
Wrong answer complicates the setting
Yet only a correct step away.
Look difficult when lightly assessed
Could take your whole time solving
Yet easy with a deep thought approach
Taken less than no time solving.
It is an activity for sharp minds
Tasking the store of knowledge
Who look for the connecting piece
That makes the puzzle a clarity.
SCISSORS SEARCHING
gift wrapping
frustration
essential tool
misplacement
from previous
location
everyone pleads
innocence
apathetic reply
maddening
time wasted
exploring
Scissors Searching Exasperation !
©September 2013—Kim van Breda
I put up the barriers and molded the Great White Stone.
I searched all written doctrines that embodied my light.
It was a remarkable journey let me tell you of my flight.
I even went through DNA of every strand of every bone.
I matched all the genetic linage to kind energies ingrown.
It was like an open door after door where all turns bright.
The misplacement that followed is truly way out of sight.
Seeing it all made me search my truth and I wasn’t alone.
I felt like I am the only one.
There was just me to believe.
There was too much undone.
More than humans conceive.
This was an origin unknown and not of this world.
This is timeless intelligence appropriately swirled.
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