Author Dana Redricks
December 7, 2024
I get up and fall down, over and over again, when my life feels like I'm just a wall.
I get up and start over again, You've been my closest friend through it all.
Even when it seems like my life is coming to an end, I fall down, but I get back up again. You stood by my side, with a love that won't bend, through every trial, every moment I know your love will never end.
If we choose to share our love and life with someone
whether it be a man and woman,
two women
or two men…
may we be blessed as the year slip by
to fall in love with that person…
over…and over…again
Over and over again
I try to obliterate the stain
But every now and then
She fire me up with pain
Again and again.
Over and over again I tender apologies
Yet without considerations or remedies
The more I try to unleash my good reasons
The more I got ignored like dry seasons.
Over and over again I got ignored
And my love for you is always questioned.
I give you love but you placed your ego above.
All of my efforts for you, you always remove
From your ways and turn them into a cabbage in a gabage.
Over and over again you be-little me
Because your love has turned sour
Our relationship has no more power
Or a chance to see good weathers.
But no challenge, even without you I will
Sincerely cope and elongate my hope like a long rope.
Over and over again, I have forgotten
You even as I am no more of you.
But it you come back soon, the gate is still open.
CHARLESMELODY EWACHE ONYILO
(Lightning Ink)
---16/11/2023---
Over and over
I searched everywhere
To discover the truth
Yet I couldn't seem to find it anywhere
Because i couldn't see
As I was blinded and blinkered too
What was sadly staring back at me
Right in front of my face
All along
The truth was to insufferable
To face and take head on
As the truth in reality
Is so very hard to handle
Let alone get a handle on afterwards
It is out the box
And been uncovered
Been worse
Been less
but now I am blessed
been lost not found
got both feet firmly planted on the ground
I'm not lack
I'm not less
I am Heavenly blessed
Been rich been poor
have had thousands leaking through the floor
Lost houses
few friends
Have gains have losses
Been replenished over and over again
But in Him my all Provider
He's got some of my wants and all of my needs
And in Him I am
I am completely filled
So I fall on my knees raise my eyes
and hands toward the sky
And I thank God for replenishing me
over and over over and over again
i guess till now
supplies will be supplied
when the time come's
he come's around
for now i just wait
side store four pack
side winder
killing time
to my next wearabout
running with time
tracking my next couple miles
to my reside shade
always on track
they must hate it
in back again
sip by sip
mental time lapse
that come's to a blank
Phoenix is reduced to ashes.
Consumed by a powerful flame.
They lay strewn all over the ground.
Just mere ashes, no more than dust.
Hardly anything that's living.
However, this is not the end.
The bird comes together once more.
It's more dynamic than before.
Into the sky, ascend and soar.
It reaches prominence again.
Written March 30, 2011
for Phoenix Rising Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
the dreamghost
repeated motions endlessly
tasks never completed
and I am
too much and not enough
right about not quite
while others gossip
at a table
the wages of labor
the weight of our lives
headstones bearing histories
as cars on the west end pass
stories told between calls
services required
a drunken cry at midnight
mistaken as love
a long drive
over a narrow road
shimmering lakes
and a call of the woods
a poem under cover seeks
the light of expression
When is it the proper time to praise
Without not saying His name in vain
You can, you should praise the Lord our God
always
over
and
over
over
again
Don't be ashamed
To praise Him
Just praise His name
6/10/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Picasso sold only one painting to his brother.
I have sold at least ten to my best friends, maybe fifteen.
So can I die happy? Not yet.
Never understood Monet’s consistent drawings of tree after tree
Until I began painting the same face over and over and over
and over and over and over and over and over and over and over
Never getting it “right”.
As soon as I am satisfied with it, I can quit painting. Right?
I snatch up six canvases. Draw them out one by one.
Always starting with the eyes and eyelashes, then the nose.
The same exact face, the same pattern.
Sometimes I give her elf ears. Other times she has a pixie chin.
But the eyes and the nose are always the same.
The exact same. Just like Picasso and Monet
I am stuck until I feel I have gotten her
exactly right.
Then I can
Die
happy….
No one understands the beauty of being silent more than I.
I have learned the lesson so many times.
Over and over and over.
And yet, here I am,
Fuming mad.
The little angry
Dude inside
Screaming for
Me to Right a
Wrong; not
My business
As usual.
Injustice will
Be the Death
Of me. Or at
Least the death
Of some of
My Opportunities.
I am
Ready
To Scream
The Truth,
Maiming
Myself
With
My
Mouth
For the
Zillionth Time….
The Ancient Mariner’s Fate
Eternally doomed adrift
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Mariner repeats his
Story over and over now.
A sad soul in true agony
Incomprehensible
His heart now dry as dust
To his fate he must bow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 3, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
68
Over
And over
Said we
Could
Begin again
But all
You bleed
Is regret
Cuz we’re
Over
And over
Again
Thinking
Why did
We begin
Over
And over
Again
Maybe
You got
Too close
So it had
To be
Over
And over
Again
Or worst you
How you
Loved heroin
More than
Me please
Don’t take
This to a final
Over and over
Again
2 cups of coconut milk
2 cups of spiced rum
1 cup of chopped red onions
1 cup of red bell pepper
1/2 cup of celery
1/4 cup of crushed garlic
5 Tablespoons of salt
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
4 cups coca cola
1 cup of lime juice
2 cups of water
1/4 cup of vinegar
4 lbs. fresh pork hocks
in a pressure cooker cook for about two hours, or until tender.
serve with a reduced rendition of the sauce,
1 cup of the sauce, 1 cup of pineapple juice, 1/3 cup of vinegar
1 tablespoon of cayenne, cook reduce to about a 1 and 1/2 cup of sauce.
My God wash me
My God washes me
My God cleanses me over and over
My God wash me
My God washes me over and over and over
I am so dirty
I am held in His big strong hands
My God cleanses me
My God wash me
My god washes me
over and over
over and over
over and over again
My God is all
And He does
Keeps me clean
He washes me
over and over
over and over
over and over
over and over
again
My God washes me over
and over, over and over
over and over
From the anthology “Praises”
7/14/18
Words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. & Michael Block©2018
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