ZoZo is Bozo
The library is often
The book is now gone
Don’t Judge the Cover of My Book
Females
If I gain a little weight, I am too much or fat.
If I get too skinny, I am not enough.
If I wear makeup, you say, “Be natural.”
If I stay natural, you say, “Ugly.”
No matter what I do is wrong to someone.
Men
If I show emotions, I’m soft.
If I’m just nice, I’m trying too hard.
If I don’t, I’m dirty.
If I talk a lot, I’m annoying.
If I stay quiet, I’m weird.
If I focus on school, I’m boring.
If I don’t, I’m dumb.
If I trust people, I get played.
If I don’t, I’m hard to deal with.
No matter what I do is wrong to someone.
Society
The internet rules, judging us humans by the cover of our books,
but are not reading the chapters inside.
I mean, why?
Why do we judge our people by race,
our hair or face,
how we act
and how we don’t act?
You’re over here wondering why I can’t be myself,
because if I act like you, I am cool,
but if I act like me, I am weird.
We come together with our lives and our secrets,
Two separate books
Waiting for each other to uncover
And discover what is inside.
My cover may not be glamorous or pretty,
But is holds much beauty deep within.
The story is not always happy but not so sad.
Each time a new page is read
A part of my life is unfolded.
If you become tired or bored reading this book,
You have the freedom to stop.
You do not have to turn another page.
But if you choose to read on, do it slowly,
And with kindness.
For this book has been
Needlessly rampaged through and tossed aside.
It may not withstand another thoughtless reader.
Wondering where is your book
Eager to have it and take a look
I’m sending them out in groups
Wanted to keep you in the loop
Also if you’re not in USA
Takes longer to mail your way
Don’t worry your info is secure
I’ll not share it be so assured
I want to say about a certain dear
Without naming names on here
That your donation will be sent
To the cancer center every cent
For those of you wondering where
Is my book please don’t despair
And if you feel you must still give
Send to a cancer center dear
I’ll include the address of one here
Or chose your own as most sincere
Your poetry brought joy and is great
A smile so proud sits upon my face!
Thank you poets who contributed!
My book nook is a tiny haven for me.
I can entertain myself in there for hours you see.
Becoming a pirate, a dinosaur, or Captain Hook.
All I have to do is pull out the right book.
My Book
Miracle Man
10/8/2023
My life is a day book that others can read,
and within its pages is the sermon I preach.
It’s who I am, my beliefs, and my creed,
it’s my witness to others, I’m Gods outreach.
It bears dog eared pages from a momentous time,
a long ago happening that I’d sooner forget.
Before accepting Jesus and still in my prime,
and now on occasion I’ll recall with regret.
But when God forgives He remembers no more,
from east to west, scriptures says its moved.
I no longer do things that God will abhor,
and thank Him daily that pages are smoothed.
Psalm 103:12
12 As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us.
You definitely wanna take me..
Through an endless path..
But i chose to opt out my own way..
I understand my story much better..
Than you could ever do..
So i choose to face it all alone..
Whatever i may go through..
Its my life and it can't be called as yours .
Never..
And so this claim isn't worthy..
Like who the hell are you..!!
You curse me behind my back..
And want me to believe you..
No..
Not even in your dreams sweetheart..
You aren't worthy of anything that is mine..
Neither love nor the sorrows or tears..
Just nothing you deserve..
Nor the time or efforts..
It's been an year since I've talked to you..
In a way we did before..
Almost forgotten you..
What i remember is not the person you are..
But those memories that we share..
You've torn me like a sheet of paper..
And fed on my soul and heart..
But now I've clearly ripped you apart from me..
That's what you can call is your destiny..
Fading is a truth for me now..
While your fake flowering was the past..
A lot I could say about my bookshelf:
In a way like my half-understood self.
A first-time user should seek my half help
Against a blind book search and its yelp!
Supports the cruel weight of three thousand books:
Fat ones except Camus’ that it brooks,
Golding’s moderate-sized up to ten
And Hemingway’s made to stand like brave men!
Wood that clearly woos the works of laureates,
Notwithstanding, kept spaces for Harriet’s,
Able to secure them from clinched finesse;
Never much in shelf owner’s non meanness…
Shelf that says ‘Yes’ too to Science Fiction
The Best-Sellers for their winsome diction;
War novels that claimed a whole compartment
Some headache to Romance Apartment…
Then, Travels and Autobiographies:
Fine ones picturing Great Lives like trophies;
Frame that made sure it quartered the classic
For to have not done so the Quite Sick…
The flawless apt I want to often lick
And side-talks suppress in South Africa’s click;
The brownish shelf as tall as Hulk Hogan
Had my body organs joined as organ.
welcome to my world
take the high road
the one that leads home to me
and makes your way to my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Hello Soupers,
Last year, by God's immense grace, I was able to publish my first book of compiled poetry titled, "Penned for His praise". Some of you might have already heard this news, as I had written a poem about it.
This is to inform you all that it is now available on Amazon.in - the link is
https://www.amazon.in/Penned-His-Praise-Joanna-Daniel/dp/8193889290/ref=sr_1_27?crid=MY5FK0YSGLMG&keywords=moriah+ministries&qid=1643204402&s=books&sprefix=moriah+ministries%2Cstripbooks%2C197&sr=1-27
I hope some of you will buy a copy and encourage me in my writing:) most of the poems in that book are not available here on poetry soup, so you can enjoy some of my old, unpublished poems:)
Thank you!
Praise the Lord!!
I'm
my own
book.
Every day
I write me,
read me,
and review myself ,,,,
My book
has almost half
century and a half written ...
and so much
to be written ...
when I die,
don't bury me ...just
publish me ....
As it shocks the world
And the analysis will be hard at work
The movement of planets will be felt
As the miracle occurs
Whispers of what is coming
Praise God whole heartedly
Honour those ancestors
Be true to yourself
It has been a journey
You are the true evidence of God creation
Praise your parents
Honour those visions
Be honest to the goal
You are the manifestation of the dream
It is an endless journey
As the tears are being wiped
And the disbelief on how you have made it
The movement of the seas will be unbelievable
As the anointment takes place
Whispers of what has begun
Love so I my book
It's big and academic
and it's main pages
and it's mighty attitude
as it stands I read much more
12/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
My book, my writing, my novel starts today!
I will begin with I am not a writer, but I must write nevertheless here it is
Today I start
The house was looking sad, the garage door, the lawn, the trim all needed an update. Curb appeal cost money. To achieve this goal, it would take motivation and money. Motivation I could muster but the money was next to impossible. Yet if I had a lot of motivation the money would come.
When did motivation leave my being, after so many re-do's the consequence added up to nothing but rejection and pain, the soul void of love, desire? The weak minded learn the hard way. So no more risking pain. Work, home and occasional life events.
As my soul was disappointed with every fairytale ending. My motivation depleted, like the house sad no curb appeal.
my book I so love
Be so special so brainy.
It has dreamy styles
And many amazing WORDs
When I read I feel happy
3/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
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