Her pregnancy was like an open book
quite readable with just a cursory look.
She wore a gown that trailed in white
and grinned a guiltless smile as bright.
And why not, white was only a tradition,
her virginity a sold out first edition.
More than just word pages
It’s a read for all ages
Lessons learned and experiences gained
Theory through the journey
Adventure beyond compare
Truth and mysteries foreseen
Sentences overflow
You come to know
Like Flood Gates let out
Stories near and far
Beyond one’s own belief
You will learn to understand
Through the atmosphere of the mind
It doesn’t matter soft or hardcover
You will begin to discover
Look and observe
One step higher in intellect
Awareness takes effect
Illusions full of illustrations you wouldn’t expect
The beginning to the end
Never is a pretend
Testimonial open up
Open book straight line
Words and sentences and much more combined
Read out and let knowledge push on.
The pen, a faithful friend, I hold,
And stories of my life unfold.
In verses woven, line by line,
The tapestry of feelings, mine.
From dawn till dusk, the words they flow,
Of lives entwined, the ebb and flow.
The people dear, the moments shared,
In stanzas kept, and ever cared.
No fiction spun, no tales untrue,
But honest truths, for me and you.
Each poem born of heart and soul,
A life revealed, a story whole.
The joys, the sorrows, and the fears,
The laughter echoed through the years.
All captured there, in measured rhyme,
The rhythm beating to life's time.
So let the ink forever run,
A testament to what's been done.
My life's own book, in poetry's grace,
A mirrored image of time and space.
I may have been too easy a catch for some of the men.
I'm an open book they tend to never read to the end.
I give and give until I find my heart is in need of a mend.
A world of words, a boundless space,
Lies open wide, with gentle grace.
Within its pages, stories unfold,
Of dreams and journeys, yet untold.
A girl approaches, eyes alight,
To quench her thirst, for knowledge bright.
The open book, a magic door,
To worlds unseen, she'll explore.
On each page she turns, a seed is sown,
Of wisdom's bloom, a future grown.
The open book, a guiding hand,
Empowering her, in this new land.
Like a page in a book
Turn the page, turn the page
Every step that we walk minimum two feet
Print ink marks letters, words and phrases
I am so thirsty I drink those letters daily
As I place my left and right hands together
I eat the silence I am confessing
I am full of library dishes
LIBRARY DISHES I AM FULL LIKE A PAGE IN A BOOK I AM AN OPEN BOOK
Words fill me unconditionally
I know that I speak truths
Absolutes I eat of the virgin
Paged not covered in characters nor letters nor words
Blank quiet are the plate
Of the dishes of alphabet soup?
I am full of library dishes
LIBRARY DISHES I AM FULL LIKE A PAGE IN A BOOK I AM AN OPEN BOOK
1/31/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Sometimes it takes a closer look
Not everyone's an open book
But with time and an open mind
The answer's not that hard to find
One's character plus all their arts
Equals the sum of all its parts
We're measured by what it defines
Just try to read between the lines
A little patience is a must
It only takes a little trust
Until your will is not imposed
Then finally the book is closed
Walking over the concrete
Wishing you were here
I would be floating above the clouds
If I was with you, dear
I wouldn't have to say a word
All my thoughts you would know
Two minds in sync never have to speak
Oh, how I love you so
Open Book.
.
My hasty quill does not spill ink
Like a quill often would
But part of me and my heart
And written with my blood
.
Driven by my passion to write
With deep emotion conviction and lust
Before my life is over
And I unwillingly return to dust
.
Poetry to me
Is a way of setting my soul free
My mistress my life
And my therapy
.
My fertile mind drifts off
Reaching places I’ve never been
Drawn from the fountain of the heart
And mindful lucid dreams
.
Mt enthusiasm is such
It often pains me too much
And my heart cries and breaks
For my love
And for arts sake
.
Here trapped on my lonely island
I bridge the gap
Between reality and fantasy
And I can become someone
That I’d rather be
.
My imagination can take me
To dance among the stars
Or far across the sea
And say what I believe
.
Without my words
I cannot live
And as long as the hour glass sand doesn’t run out
I have so much yet to give
.
For I am but an open book
Naked and shameless
For anyone who wants
To take a look.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Every day I lose a part of myself,
Because it's too open.
Love in my heart keeping
I don't think I need protection.
I don't carry a stone in my bosom,
That's why I'm so vulnerable.
Every word hurts me,
Reproach for what I am.
I walk on the thin edge of life,
Where words play an important role,
Gentle souls are very capricious,
And they put salt on my wounds.
Sometimes I make mistakes,
But not because I was blind.
Our memories are shaky,
And people - a ruthless crowd.
I live for a happy moment
And I still reach for kindness,
I am, as before, an open book,
Except the pages aren't the same anymore.
So tired she thought it best
to wear her heart on her sleeves
and get things off her chest
Ignored a notion preconceived
that living like an open book
would only make her more naive
She said if they simply take another look
they'll see a clear transparency
and just maybe, let me off the hook
I am just an open book
And you wish to know me
Just simply take look
For my heart is on display
And my consciousness the same
I am here for all to see
My words I always bleed
Onto the page
Of my personal poetry
I pour both my heart
And my tired soul
Out for all to see
I live my life openly
I need to find my frequency
I need to find words
That define me
I need to discover if I can be
Living in creativity
Because nothing else has worked
In a life that's been so hard
That it hurt
So I need to
I bleed to find my frequency
I need to find my self belief
I need to vent myself
Through my poetry
And be that open book
For other people to read
Because if they feel the same
At least they'll know
That they are not alone
And we can help each other in some way
I need to find my frequency
I need to find my self belief
And as upon this open page I bleed
I am happy for everybody
Just to see me
As this open book
That they can read
And do it freely
And see
How I bleed
In a hope I can define me.
Maybe I love her more.
Then again maybe she loves me more.
To her love is a test.
I know I've missed my share of answers.
I looked at the clock.
Knowing I need to take my time but can't slow down.
In a time I couldn't think she hid my calculator.
Telling me to use my fingers.
I knew the answers, I used them everyday.
Maybe I love her more because I studied.
Then again maybe she loves me more because it was a pop quiz.
But thats ok, because it was open book.
Motivation to love you better
Read me devour me with your knowledge if I am description you cannot read between the lines how would you understand me for I am yours to keep comprehension beyond your intentions mention in its own way I'm as open as the seven seas lakes all bodily waters which fall to rocky planes from the mountains that I move
The world is an open book
When you continue to grab education
You obtain valuable knowledge
What a bright sensation
The mind is an essential tool
Utilize it wisely
Be that sage person
Who articulates succinctly
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