---circumspection
Cease to amaze me over flows abundant nurturing
caring so to endear in the premise of the calling goes
covering caressing those thoughts of embitterment
crossing the lines of severed endearment we choose
choice reapplied, realignments governed by hope yet
coming to befriend insisting nothing else but
concerned oneself with caution unwilling to take risks prudence
6/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
reapplied, analogy, appreciation, caregiving, how
Form: Pleiades
How close I came to Lotto Fame? I cannot tell a lie. I came so close, I almost spoke to He that gave me mind.
How I wish I made the news of Fame that's fleeting from my grasp. But then again it had no flair, for I missed the call and failed it all. What a dredgeful fall from Fame, of which my fate relied, and I reapplied.
My one chance to be a star and capture world win fame, I would not care to be anonomous, if everyone knew my name. They say One in ten million is my
chance at winning, I say one in ten million can be my dance beginning.
So, I select six new balls to try my hand at Fame and therefore will I endeavor to win this tremendous Game.
If I fail this time, I can only say, I have another chance to play this game again, another day.
Categories:
reapplied, confidence, courage, dream, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
If we were young men,
if we were strong
If we had fresh words,
to add to our song
If we were soldiers,
with war in our veins
If we were poets,
our voices reclaimed
If we were lovers,
of women that cried
If we went wandering,
our hearts reapplied
If we were statesmen,
the world in our grasp
If we were sailors,
the wind at our backs
If we were farmers,
with meadows so green
If we were actors,
on stages supreme
If we were hunters
new wolf on the prowl
If we were dreamers
all wishes allowed
If we were young men,
still facing the sun
But alas, we are old
—and darkness has come
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Categories:
reapplied, age,
Form: Ballad