The Longer
You
Use Something
Broke;
The Harder It
Is To:
Fix.
-Gray Squirrel
11-19-2025
Sadly
Story
Lionel Derbyshire
The heart can make the tears in the eyes delicious when you go to memory.
And then when Christmas came
I hoped for more
But all I got was an orange
There was a lot more
I hoped for..
The intake for war ended
And Spring came to blend
It's fruit..
The day had it's trials
And the night was long
I saw the orange on the tree
And the orange I pealed
Waiting for a bite
I swallowed hard
The orange went down
My stomach felt filled
And the juice
Went to my eyes
The rind burnt my tongue
And strong I felled.
Another bite I took
The juice ran down
My lips
It tasted sweet or sour
It was a Christmas time
No money was not mine
I was 6 years old.
I only had
A bite of orange
So devine
And wanted more.
I knew Daddy would
Bring more off the war
And then a stranger came
Who became a friend
But told me our Father
Was dead
Pang !
A stab of pain
And on that night
Rolling tears
Put me to asleep
Sadly..
And on that night
Mom hugged me tight
As if I was part of her body.
I am suddenly walking so much slower.
Drowning in my deepening sadness,
As the autumn leaves shower
Unto me as I feel life is meaningless.
she still slams doors
like the world owes her rent,
still drinks the bottle
to the bottom,
still laughs at the blood on the floor
like it’s a carnival trick.
I kept thinking—
hell, maybe she’ll soften,
maybe she’ll learn
how to hold a hand
without drawing a knife.
but love doesn’t cure venom,
and I’m no doctor.
I’m just another fool
who tried to tame fire
and ended up burned.
She felt putdown again today
She had forgotten about them
Parents who never liked her
Today she sadly remembered their attitudes well
From a little sapling to a tree,
He grows, he grows to be,
Stuck to its roots still,
Can’t go anywhere, can’t be free,
Stuck in the soil,
His own not allowing him to go,
He just sits there, where he sadly grows
Poets and Singers
Sweet exclusion
Knows bounds
Sadly servant
to the whims
Drinking Mead
to the seasons mirth
Transmute themselves
to the citizens of dawns voice
Sadly , my acquaintance of IsiZulu and other local languages was so badly.
hardly to speak to acquaintance neighbors in the erea
as majority of them were sadly.
Neighbourhood had an acquaintance woman
superstar of Hollywood,
African woman who spoke American English
fluently like an African - Americans.
Hollywood superstar once carried firewood,
Woodland is the name of that Neighbourhood.
Place where you can find beautiful traditional houses
and an important old Palace.
traumatized good people always portrayed Apartheid
and colony as the causes of trauma.
Hardly communication between some people
As they were wounded by others hardly.
Painful life when you are victims of injustice, Trying to transform some unjust people by sharing love
and they continue to ignore your goodness
and kindness to increase your pain.
February 18/2023
Written for contest sponsored by Sotto Poet
...Honorable win
In the contest...
Not another sun
not another sea
cannot poetry be larger
than its words
not another blossom
not another scent
best when fresh
but the fonder written
beyond time
like aged lovers love
more toward the end
with youth back round
that literary bend
our roses remain red
our violets remain blue
poetry is never old
sadly some overdue
Sadly, I can't remember
the last words she spoke to me
before passing last December
in quiet reverie.
We visited with open hearts
as she bore her very soul
yet never pressing from her sweet lips
thoughts better left untold.
And so, she left me stranded here
with her mother's love unbound
and memories made of gossamer wings
ethereal and profound.
Sadly, I can't remember
her last kiss upon my cheek
and I'd give everything I ever owned
If I could only hear her speak.
Like I said right before
you came
5 week's would come
and go
One day we would be happily patiently
eagerly awaiting your arrival
And seemingly the very next day
driving you back and waving you
a sad farewell and goodbye
But id rather that as much as it may sting
Better that than having you never have
came at all
And at least you have a loving family
awaiting your arrival on the other side
So thanking you my Sister Joanne from
the piece missing from my heart
For coming in the 1st place as that
was solely down to you
And as a parting gift please I pray you
know this if nothing else beside
You are the middle center ground truly
blessed to be loved on either side of
the equator in equal increasing amounts
both true north and due south
And let me finish by saying merely this
You haven't even barely left no time
has in fact elapsed
But already you are sorely missed
If you or 1 wish to
live based on reality
Live in the real world you
awaken to every single morning
You then also sadly have to accept
these cold hard facts of life as well
As these few simple fundamental rule's
will see you right and do you no harm
in the long run
People ---- Cheat
In matter's of
Love & Sex
Peace & War
Sport & Art
Politics & Debating
Crime & Punishment
Weight & Age
News & Media
Religion & God
Life in general
&
Lest us not forget
The greatest cheat of all
Money , Money , Money
M-O-N-E-Y
And you can take that to the Bank
It's the cheater's No 1 choice
Not some of the time
But all of the time
Accepted as currency in every country
in the world
More so even than the almighty Do$$ar
So I suppose in summation maybe
what I am tring to say is this
Ignorance is Bliss
Sadly I say goodbye
Precious one Take a bow
the anguish tortures that you've endured
I weep for darkness
for the hopelessness eats away I am very low
no longer shall we caress
I am only your love
Sadly I say goodbye
I am only your pictures.
taken and now placed on the living room wall
each passing day afflicts the body leaving you less richer
for the hopelessness eats away all the morrow
but I am still here
in your heart
in your dreams
yet it seems
to be so very real
No long can you touch me
for I am not here
the hard you try
the more you cry
after the hellos
sadly I say goodbye
12/5/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
The weeping came late
After we lost the pearl of heart
With the cruel twist of fate
Death arrived and made us part.
Voices cry when anguish dictates,
The unheard, unanswered repository.
Where the cold wind breathes
A message exhales into the foggy fray.
Sadly, beautiful I remember the day,
Freedom is the essence of despair,
We were sad when you went away,
Delirious and unaware.
How time releases the brave soul
And gave joy to the eyes of the world
CINNAMON ROLL FRIEND
Felica my long ago friend
I am remembering our short
“Do you remember me?" Conversations-
Or at least I think we had some
My first answer was not entirely true
for which I have since felt blue- I do
remember you and did that day like a
a cinnamon roll
I did not recognize you at first
in the bright sunlight but my request
to see you again was sincere- I looked for you
every time I was in town and then I sadly moved away
again
Maybe next time if there ever is one
our conversation could last longer- perhaps
you were an illusion and perhaps I was one too
But I really want to be friends again-Where are you
my cinnamon roll friend?
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