I shall remember you when
night crawls under day
dressed up in sunshine and
colorful hues I shall remember
you in every single book I
read catering to the fundamental
findings craving thought like
Langston Hughes I’ll fondly
remember civil rights field
trips dancing through cattails
in the woods wandering
between dandelion patches
and rows of daisies peeking
through cedar slats nestled
upon a garden nook I dig the
magnificent magnitude of our
telepathy designs of hope
courage and joy I will always
remember your smile opening
the window letting fresh air
inside a dull dim room something
about William Butler Yeats
Yolande Giovanni something
about me black power rings
the subtle warmth of the
voice of dignity human need
to express one’s own abilities
communicate with all walks
of life we are who we are
I thank you for giving me
encouragement my humble
beginnings I shall see you
tomorrow in paradise sunshine
In loving memory of Nikki Giovanni
Totally unable to create
anything with so many
ads i upgraded to lifetime
only to be able to turn off
unwanted ads Indeed I'm
patient enough to wait
unwanted ads just can't
be forever they just can't
He prowl very still across
the calm merky waters
I can see him and he can
see me with his big yellow
eyes his pupils are lime
green slowly he crawls not
even shooing the cranes
from off his back he crawls
past the woodstorck perching
on one leg the tall Cypress
trees seems to sway as the
moisture dampens the earth
it's July already Christmas
trees are ready to be cut and
shipped off in time for the
Christmas season I love this
time of year although the heat
covers the swamp not a breeze
in sight the female alligators
panted all night laying eggs
upon the drift wood herons
flying high as egrets feast
on snakes the sun peeks in
around noon as the alligators
approached the grass sun
bathing watching the golfers
tee off sipping brandy in all
this heat commotion beckons
someone fishing just lost a limb
my mind wanders the nature
of this prehistoric giant unseen
until prey invade his space again
chomp bones breaking cracking
like branches the lake swells wails
screeching lots of feathers the
deer rush through the forest just
keep moving continue on stop your
squawking and keep on walking
We move accordingly using
less air to breathe wandering
about the crued oils of dirt
grime corruption coated
with uncommon valor seen
by millions witnessed by
none we move in separate
lives coasting throughout
mental health relief desperate
an yet clothed with the
blood of everyone totally
exempt from taxation
missing broken overlooking
the rise of Jerusalem
No I said no
what don’t you
understand no
abusing no
name calling
no me and you
No no no
please go
1-934 on license plates
Ciro Gargano
obsession to my life
actually hacking into
tele health calls hidden
cameras in ceiling fans
ac vents smoke detectors
sadly arson murder of 9
people Ciro Gargano
12-3-1934 unauthorised
access to classified data
documents being
exploited over unseen
mafia wire taps exploiting
disabled Americans
victimization discrimination
terrorist threats back
off scum blackmail
returned to sender
America be vigilant
when using tele health
at home signal fail camera
freeze you’re hack your
conversation is being
played over mafia
criminal groups
hacking into disabled
persons disabled families
information cyberattack
retrieving data exploited
disabled veterans military
service members and
their families thanks for the
veterans administration
for alerting my family
this has caused emotional
stress anyone in crisis
please reach out awareness
saves lives god bless America
The wind did blow the ground
shook the sky opened grace
removing all doubt as my mere
flesh unaged unharmed asencends
into the midst with him my mind
opened relieving all tampered
thought confusion and fear malice
removed compassion created
a personal gratification of solitude
while my hearts on fire I desire
only him his presence surrounds
me the sound of trumpets and
harp strings captured solace
in a trance essence illuminated
fragrances abode the sun shined
beneath my feet in a distant glare
bright brilliant heavenly hues
opened the gates as I am calmly
seated at the table of plenty
darkness vanishes within the
alurring abyss night is no more
I never understood this condition
that continued to invade my writing
skills at first I would write then go
back to put the punctuation in this
made my poems end abruptly when
I needed my readers to continue my
story hadn't ended until that punctuation
stalled my readers from finishing my poem
I sat up searching for why I composed this
way soon my style of writing was compared
to e.e cummings he too often left out the
punctuation I read further there was Ulysses
James Joyce Cormac Mc Carthy I began
to realize I was different but I wasn't alone
great scholars and Nobel prize winners
also had my condition why there was
a word for this style of writing a word
for why I was comfortable leaving out
the punctuation defamiliarisation in fact
I believe this allows my readers to know
right away this is my original work I wouldn't
change a thing in further research I found
a few more poets just like me in Russia
why I Certainly would call this a poem
perhaps a commentary of sorts a very
creative way to use this new word I'm
quite fond of defamiliarisation absolutely
driven creative culture of an awesome read
Your face, your soul in me
Your love, special memory in me
Breath in me, life I offer thee
Soul in me, spirit travels with thee
Moon that covers thee, face I long to see
Clouds mesmerizing me, colors of the sky so free
Sun of morning glory, star uplifting me
Birds of songs in sortie -- chanting, adoring thee.
My song you sing with me
My melody you play for me
My life, my heart, my plea
Starts and ends with thee.
Express I warm approval or admiration of, HIM
We can’t praise HIM enough, burning is my emotions for HIM
My body moves in HIS breath
Admiration I applaud pay tribute to HIM
Speaking to the surroundings, toward the skies as I
I rave, I rant, I sing I dance in praises
Heap in praise, praise on Alleluia
Sing my song dance to my hymn
Approval acclaims I admirations toward the internal name of HIM
His name above others I praise
Hail, cheer in approval, acclaim, ADMIRATION OF PRAISES OF HIM--Alleluia
8/25/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
your my everything
all love bring
love all you say and do
i say too
baby
NEED YOU
Dancing with the Devil
Hand we hand we danced the night away.
For I was your queen... or so you had made it seem.
But I knew the truth
You had another lover.
You gazed upon my body but you seemed to have been staring at my soul,
For I had glanced at yours a few times and I saw that you were cold,
I was dancing with the devil.
Somehow I couldn’t allow myself to stop.
Somehow I thought I’d win this game
I then realized it was a losing battle and I was playing myself.
I was fighting for a heart that was owned by someone else.
Even though I refused to accept it I knew we’d eventually grow apart.
Why should I stay when the goal was to exchange hearts?
You give me yours and you would have mine,
The plan was that I’d love you till the end of time.
Love someone who’s already taken? Then what would be in it for me?
A heart that was already broken? And reopened scars that weren’t fully healed?
I danced with the devil.
He dragged me through hell but I still stayed.
Because I tried to convince myself that somehow he’d change.
But I was dancing with the devil… stuck in his maze.
I was dancing with the devil; playing his game.
Spelunking inside her mind,
searching for the answer she cannot find.
She keeps looking, draped in fear
as she asks, why am I here?
No one is guiding her path
she only exists as an aftermath
of two drifting, lost souls
who were unable to define their goals.
Two humans united on a withering night,
giving spark to a life without delight.
How could they in such despair
not be fully aware
that the seeds of poverty they sewed
would grow up to be predisposed
to a life of abject gloom
because their spirits contained not one bloom.
Growing up with a feeling of being alone,
keenly aware she didn't belong
in a community with a rare glimpse of grace
for a family seemingly out of place.
Streets lined with false facades
of people believing they were a favorite of God's.
A little child unable to discern and find her way
became the nasty people's prey.
After years on the battlefield of life,
she again feels the pain that cuts like a knife.
A divorced mother of two; one a father, the other gay,
they both live far, far away.
She bows her head to pray,
and ask why does it have to be this way.
Her heart is empty of cheer.
She softly whispers, why am I here?
the reasoning the fishing in the trenches
beyond tire swings and monkey wrenches
follies crawl behind the hanging logos
of unseen filth across 124th street
tassels dangled above an oasis
of fine dining and soiled linen
over the board rooms covered
in a mesh of purple mustard
beckoning ancient aura solid creed
coming throughout hidden rivalry
tampered with ankara's answering service
gravely time passes abaundantly
coarse and yet shunned quietly
we remember the malitia moreover
we began a new wearing gray hoodies
offering our youth to silent the storm
that brewed inside a percolator
pot of copenhagan snuff chewing tobacco
screaming a cure for cancer shall rise
over bob marley's tears as we munster up
courage a courage of faith challenged
behind the wrecking ball of ground zero
we count one more time mon
freedom will soon come
in our most sinful hope
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