The boy sidles to the wall
Slides to the ground
Buries his head under his folded arms
Why are they doing this to him?
The laughter gets louder and louder.
He is now in the fetal position.
What is happening? Asks his mother.
The therapist has no idea.
He does not speak.
He is in a world of his own
Where everyone is laughing
At him
A drowsiness that borders on fatigue:
some say I’m spending too much time at sea.
My boat’s a rail and seat and little more;
nineteen inch stick and web strap for an oar.
Engaging workout always buoy me;
I might as well get in another league!
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A Scupham stanza: 6 lines, isosyllabic, abccba rhyme scheme
The farer away sun
The northern winds breeze
The times of years
Leaves us shivering and cold
Bringing winter ever closer
Cooling colder dawns;
Nightly frozen nights;
New November sun;
it is, it’s cooling closer to December runs;
Bringing winter ever closer
Such a cloudy array shuns;
And as glory witness November passes;
Evening moon sets runs as the sun glare rises;
November days of thirty;
Unlike springs April’s we won’t be as dirty;
Bringing winter ever closer
Cooling autumn frost bit falling leaves;
Awaits December's icy so free
Bringing winter ever closer
A dedicated verse to Joseph May from some of his own words Bringing Winter Ever Closer -
11/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021
Listen well to your heavenly father
for He knows what He's talking about
all that comes from His holy mouth
is all pure truth never any doubt
So look intently at all of nature
see the birds fly through the air
what do they do for their food supply?
nothing, they always get their share
None of these creatures of the wild
neither sow nor reap nor do they collect
but they trust in the great God above
whose heavenly supply does sure connect
Now God's creation of all humanity
especially Adam and Eve and their kind
they're of greatest value to the living God
so He will provide abundance you will find
So does God not love you equally
His son died for your sins to atone
coming back to take you to His home
He's promised never to leave you alone
('Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? ')
Matthew 6: 26 (ESV)
an incessant bore
he droned on and on and on …
where’s my gaffer tape!
Based on experience at our meal out last night – he dominated the conversation at our end of the table and then didn’t stop twittering on even during the talk on the Chinese New Year.
01/26/18
this wounded man he took a stand
and forever chained his heart
she took his hand this wounded man
promised her love was true
her love was heaven sent
from God himself above
but his heart was heavy
with chains that bind
this wounded man
he walked away
left her weary and broken
this wounded man
he didn’t know
that truer words
were never spoken
this wounded man
he could not see
the love he had forsaken
yet her heart and soul
he had taken
this wounded man
he could not see
her undying love was meant to be
this wounded man
has grown so old
and now he is left
so all alone
this wounded man
he thinks of her
and his heart it gives a stir
this wounded man
he thinks of her
the love that could have been
a tear streams down
his wrinkled face
memories of her
in his clouded mind
as once again he is reminded
of the love he left behind
A Voice of his Own
They stay inside his mind
Direct his every move without flaw
Trying to fight them, he is powerless
He does what they say, he says what they tell
Not even he knows who he might have been,
Without them.
Nobody sees what he sees.
Nobody can hear what he hears.
Desperation is taking its toll on him
Impossible is to ignore them
Mesmerizing
Tantalizing
They Are everything to him, but he still attempts escape
In his sleep he hears their scornful whispers
When he wakes it is of their painful cries
The pills only hurt, and they only hurt him
Agony in this padded room
He shrieks and tries to shut them out
It only makes them louder
He can't block out what is glued inside his mind
He wishes he could pray to God
Too bad, he doesn't have one
But how would you pray with your arms strapped down?
And how can you think when you can't hear yourself?