Your compassionate empathy, envelopes all of me
Eyes dark like the night, yet only one star do I see
My eyes are raining from your souls sensuality
I want you to know you own my sentimentality
The waters mixing between us are purifying perpetually
Honoring who you are is not founded in any complexity
Cut the strings, in sharing presence we are not marionettes
Enjoy us, for us, in moments seldomly shared by puppets
A tiny stage built by you and I to act out our plays
All memories created to recall on life's gloomy days
Never a daunting obsessiveness of you on my mind
Just simply thinking of you always as my kind of "kind"
Categories:
obsessiveness, appreciation, cute love, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Doubt and overthinking.
Decisive memory is shared.
Destroy our sensitive psyche.
Diverge goals in the actual world.
Deadly embrace of neon light.
Distortions were utterly blown.
Despite dares, I'm spotless.
Don't be afraid, I'll turn the wheel.
Discovers the magic
Distinction shapes the levels.
Written: July 10, 2022
Categories:
obsessiveness, analogy, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Once have chance to madness.
On penurious mind.
Ogle to abhorrence.
Opposing drab bias.
Obedience is faith.
Occult love-hate wand strew.
Open your heart to sun.
____________________
April 4, 2021
Written for the contest, Pleiades O
sponsor, Kim Merryman
Categories:
obsessiveness, allusion, faith, hate, love,
Form: Free verse
Thoughts honed to a razor’s edge
The dictionary and thesaurus be my whetstones
Set atop my stalwart quadrupedal aide
Pulverized hemlocks be my stationary cohort
A hewn cedar be cylindrical partner in rhyme
A sooty viscous slurry be my workmate
The milky sap of the arborist companion be my reviser
Time; unlimited; to be committed to sonnetifcation
Mete by minute or by days…to precompose
To choreograph the mind’s breadth of complexity
To see the inferences…laid out; covertly or overtly
Upon reaching a draft of my pre-thoughts; spelt out
To reave the uncomplicatedness from each line
Leaving nothing unprinted upon the page.
Categories:
obsessiveness, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
If I could remember the admonishments
of the gods,
then stalkings
by the fabulous four,
pestilence, drought, flood, and famine,
not to mention the universal decimator war,
would reduce me to a common denominator
childlike in my passions.
Driven into obsessiveness
yet unrepentant
crowded by my wanton behaviors into
unlikely sins incarnate in their own foolishness
I lurk now
held earth bound
by a likely anger from the gods.
Not being a lyrical human
I coarsely beg, borrow, and steal, from others
to create my whole
while digging my own grave
I do not hear the gods.
Categories:
obsessiveness, addiction, allegory, angst,
Form: Blank verse
The Mask I wear is of a Comedian
Not showing the world I hurt
For when you laugh or cry looks the same
Sarcasm is rooted in pain.
The Mask I wear is of an Introvert
Being lonely than risk not being liked
I keep to myself and try not to falter
Failure is rooted in Rejection.
The Mask I wear is a Social Butterfly
My calendar is packed my life lacks depth
The gift of the gab is for me
My Personality is rooted in Insecurity.
The Mask I wear is of a Perfectionist
Everything running on my watch smoothly
Living in a constant state of something going wrong
My Obsessiveness is rooted in Anxiety.
The Mask that I wear is of a Monk
Showing my calm as if nothing is wrong
Never facing my bottled up emotions
My Composure is rooted in Chaos within me.
Dated 29.8.22
Categories:
obsessiveness, muse,
Form: Free verse
Come Stay Here My Darling
Come here my darling
You whom are so lovely
Such you you're a beauty
Shimmering in galore
A treasure to observe
What a obsessiveness
One whom least to confess
What a blessing
Marriage spouse lover of mine
Gentle, warm and kind
We shared wedding vows
Ever love and devotion I shall shower
Stay here my darling
5/16/76
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
obsessiveness, dedication, encouraging, engagement, how
Form: Free verse
Such a busy day that I’m
Amazed I near forgot my rhyme!
I haven’t missed a day in years;
Obsessiveness to me adheres.
But luckily, I caught the slip
And so this date I will not skip.
It matters, really, just to me
Yet so far, it’s a guarantee.
There’ll come a day when I’ll forget
Or can’t get on the internet
And that won’t be a pretty sight,
For that’s one wrong I’d need to write!
Categories:
obsessiveness, writing,
Form: Rhyme
The world is not kind
To those with troubled minds
A physical pain
of someone deemed sane
Gets more loving care
than the mental pain
of someone “insane”
How I wish…. I wish…
they were both the same.
People are not kind
To those with troubled minds
They can’t understand
Insecurity
Anxiety … worry
Paranoia
Obsessiveness
Compulsiveness
All seem too gory
Stress and Depression
Pain and Regression
Kidney problems are normal
Broken bones, mendable
But what if it’s hormonal?
Mood swings and sighs
Excessive laughter and cries
Are not understood
Why can’t they just be good?
Their physical aches
Gets medicated with ease
With pills of pain relief
But mental aches
Just bring them grief
So they send you off to a shrink.
It’s just the same…It’s the same!
Both get medicated…in different ways…
Yet just the same!
Oh world, care for the mind
Not just the body
Care for the mind
And the things that lurk inside
The darkness and sighs
The forebodings of night
Of ending a life
Relief is in a happy pill
That makes a person less ill
Take care of the mind
For it’s like any other organ…
It feels pain
It gets tired
It needs to be whole
So, have a soul and…
Care for those with troubled minds!
Categories:
obsessiveness, pain, people, social, care,
Form: Rhyme