My poetry may never be worth a dollar you see,
but the truth in them, makes cents to me.
Everything I write, according to the way I perceive,
with me you don’t have to believe.
I just write in the spirit, those things that be,
I know ink on the paper, is all you see.
Words put in form, written on pages,
to be passed down, through the ages.
But when words contain life, there worth so much more,
one thing in life you want to keep in store.
And if I can just touch one life you see,
my words made cents to someone, other than me.
. . . Elementary
Little Wrinkled Nose -- The
Way We Like It . . .
This beautiful dream is nothing more than my lingering longing confession built to spill I languish to loudly on this lazy summer afternoon
Licking the blood off my papercuts
I am the ocean
You are a cave
I am entitled
But you,sir, are brave
Into your crevices
I will creep
I am vast
But you are deep
I am the season
You are the reason
I am the horizon
You are a well
I am the hour
You are a bell
I try to consume
But you make me swell
I try to resist
But find out you compel
If this isn't heaven
It must be hell
You say that you jumped
I say oh well
You think you can lie
But you have a tell
You were not cast
You tripped and you fell
There’s many a kinds of love;
Many that’s sanctioned;
Better no better love, than God’s
Man’s love is sweet physical OK
Grandparents love is spoiling always
A Father’s love is protecting what’s his, always;
But the nurturer, the mother is the baby cradle
Virtue coming through always reliant
Confident
Mother
Mama
Mom other than God nothings more love
Other than God no one loves your more
1/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
How times change,
after all those years with treasures gained
how is it possible. how can it be
you're with someone other than me?
The way he embodied his colours in us,
Is not less than an artist.,
The way he raises us with his love,
Is the way of the truest lover..
The way he fills the colours of his shadow in us
Is not less than a painter,
The way he become our best friend,
Is not less than a true friend
The way he make us strong to fight,
Is not less than a trainer,
The moment he give us a strength
He became the power booster,
The way he stand by in all the hurdle,
He set an example
The way he lived for us,
That way has lived forever
our two pairs
of legs laying
side by side
on beach
towels
each of us
relaxed and
so asked how
can one tell
which are hers
which are mine
it's really quite
simple
simply
read between
the
lines
Other Than, God,
Who Can You Trust ?
By: Tom Wright
6/5/98
Private people
some have chosen to be.
Not so
by some great design you see.
We've many thoughts
which we won't share.
To confide in others
we simply wouldn't dare.
We chance making an enemy
if this one rule we bend,
when sharing dark secrets
with a friend.
For the surest way
we might lose our hold.
Is in sharing things
that we don't want told.
We each tell one person
and on it goes.
Until at last we discover
most everyone knows.
only you will walk on my streets
the darkness will end
to follow the traces of abandonment
it will be finished in one place
gave a whistling mark
nobody will not know other than me
only you will smile from mirrors
ices will melt
a hidden hand wiil touch to my soul
the dream will end
facing the ball a wizard
nobody will not spell other than me
Wayward, frolic into left wings
That which brings me different
Wave of introspection
Putting myself into harm’s way
If I stay where I’m at
I could become nothing
But I desire to be more than
So I harvest a new timeline
Belonging to myself only
But truth be known
It’s just a left wing
Nut job of a thought
To be free within this world
Where we could live left(…)
To our own devices
And to please ourselves
But only by the expense
Of ourselves is truly a thought
That can’t become true
There are always others
That protrude into our life
Allowing us to feel
A powerful being of love
Whenever we need this
From being so lost within
Ourselves, we think that we can
Do it all by our own devices
But we can’t
We aren’t created to be alone
We must have companionship
And friendship
We must have this bond
That will never separate
And that which makes us feel
That we belong in this world
For a purpose, other than ourselves
Russell Sivey
None Other Than Tom Sessions
Should see home and prominent possessions,
Owned by none other than Tom Sessions;
Are Great by mile;
All Southern style;
With ornate objects in his many obsessions.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
I even like this one myself. Also like
the way his holds his had real high
in the air so you can see it being
that he does seem so short.
None Other Than Kelly Ann
When Trump and his circus came to town
We knew that he would be a big clown
And many of them there had stressed
With him they never could be impressed.
Trump sure had raised a lot of static
About budget cuts meant to be dramatic
A message from him all of us did greet
He was ding away with Sesame Street.
Trump again is whining and whining
Worried about the economy declining
And as horizon our eyes started to scan
We saw none other than Kelly Ann.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
If you are wandering into a dead end street
All out of hope
No one to guide you
Let your instinct take whole
A spirit will complete you when you allow
So if you don't have a clue who it is
Just be greatfull and take the bow
In the early light of dawn
I want your hair
To fall all over me
Like a Rand McNally road map
And I
Want to travel
All those highways and byways
Exploring your mountains and valleys
East, west, north and south
Especially
Those hot humid southern routes
Covered in sweet morning dew
That go deep into your heartland
I want to discover
All your hidden trails and secret caverns
Knowing they will lead me
Eventually
To your heart
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