Morrow Poems

LiFe

Oh! What a globe of sorrows
Where troubles and problems morrow
And breath only but borrowed
Says he who sorrows.

I am alive, says him with tea
Yet sufferings and toiling graced thee with D
Death with silence he returns to thee
And Back to thee he wishes for pea.

Life itself prepared D for Thee.
With deceitfulness she lured D
And false hopes she

From-Morrow

When the time comes,
everyone first counts the time
has passed
we repent
as say not to do that,
as do something better,
and be with them
today,
place we see here and now,
but cannot go?
What is coming
from morrow?

Morrow Joy

To those that can stand the dark silent night 
Is a forever tease  of shining bright

Rise On the Morrow Full of Mercy and Grace After a Goodnights Sleep Cd-

Being blessed in mine praise and worship
As well
Be I blessed in my slumber
I be
Thus so shall you to be risen on the morrow
Revived, renewed and refreshed and set free
Amen, amen Hallelujah
Abba Father Holy, Holy is He
Meek and humble full of grace and mercy always



4/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©

Upon the Morrow

Thus, upon the morrow
with a subtle tinge of sorrow
as I shivering, remember
dip my toes into November
for her snowflakes, now aloof,
will soon land upon my roof.

And yet, I’ll take the plunge
soak her up like childhood sponge
for there’s something in the wind
makes me long for her again
to caress her long and slow
to see my angel in the

Sacred Lust

I don't believe in lust without love.
Let me stay thirsty on our love's behalf.
Those who truly love each other,
always make love in their mind.
No other lust is more sacred than this,
and I can't resist myself, can't confine.
Want to be captured by your arms so wide
hold me now by your thoughts so tight.
We will cross this

Hope

I was passing by the side of my window
and saw a decaying Moon.
I waved at her and said,
don't worry, you'll be completed soon.
Nothing is permanent,
not even sorrow!
Removing all the darkness
there will be really a good morrow.

Fresh Baked On the Morrow

Oysters jump at an opportunity to die 
To be eaten before the tide comes rising
Directly from the sea before the shell
Before the dawn begins to smell of day
In the raw, in the sand, in good company
Is best when frolicking by the happy sea

The pretty girl comes dancing in      
In curls

Where the Morrow Meets

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Gateway To a New Morrow

Calamities come, nudge humans to pull
Apart from past, to forge their world anew,
A golden move of an olden life school--
A gateway from old world to skies all blue;
If geography wills history to repeat
That, earth gets her youth lost in hundred years,
If mankind makes her mind new world to greet,
No greener fronds might flash to wipe

Brighter By the Morrow

Though
The stars fade
the moon yellows,
and sun begins to follow,
loosing all the brilliant power
the one that makes small things cast big shadows.
When there's nothing left but a dark world full of sorrow's sorrows.
You are the light at the end of my tunnel and my flame for you will only burn brighter by the morrow

Morrow - Future's Today

Enverated by the history; man's
Credulity, his weakness;
Give upon yesterdays, cause
It will hurt, day's risibleness...

Time is a fulsome mate, let go 
Of her mawkish cast;
Hope is all but that is reigning,
Peaking the sinking mast...

Lives as ransom we ought 
To pay, for the life meek 
Fallen before the past as prey
Redemption do we seek...

To lean upon the

The Still Bleak Morrow

The wind blew and lighting bugs flew 
 
In on a warm summer night undue. 

A man mutely sitting on the edge 

Of a rocky ledge 

Mulls over of days gone by

Like a river gone dry

Knitting the feelings of the unkind

Past in his mind

Giving into sullen sorrow. 

Maybe it'll change tomorrow.

Nevermore will time be leaden

Worry Not About Morrow

no thought of morrow
          embrace hope-
                      seek the dawn of day



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Sober and Somber On the Morrow

In truth we have but played a game 
To which is given no real name 
We drunken participants grow more sane 

Last night our passions were as dire 
As hell's unholy fork-tongued fire 
This morning we are lame 

For truth lies beyond the meat 
Beyond our flesh, our blood and bone 
To something that's more

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