The virus is stronger
So far there is no cure
We are told to wear a mask
Anywhere we go
Before we enter the store
We must sanitizes our hands
People that wear glasses
Followed by a mask
Have a small problem
Their glasses fog up
It is the sam problem
With the glasses and mask
The glasses do fog up
Then we can not see
So we take them off
Wait for the fog to clear
Then put them back on
To see our vision clearly
Although this happens
I will wear my glasses
So that I can see clearly
The signs and labels
I do not mind removing
my glasses
To let the fog clear up
I rather do this so I can
See where I go and read
Categories:
sanitizes, image, people,
Form: Free verse
Bamused of searching for pearch,
Where there is no despondency,
To find saint in living.
The more i search,
The more bootless i found.
My heart became lonely,
Depression follows my path,
Courage became tedious to divulge,
Being my only sterling grants,
I became pessimistic.
Wandering around irrationally,
I met a charming Angel.
Bosom with beauty, and
Glowing like diamond.
Hmm! An Angel from heaven.
My hormones arose,
Hope seems to be back,
Courage seems to be summoned,
Depression seems to evacuate,
But, loneliness proves stubborn.
The angel sanitizes my heart,
And quarantine my emotions.
The Covid of my life,
As the beauty surpasses 19.
Wow! My eternity virus.
Her refusal locked me down,
And placed in isolation of love pandemic,
For weeks.
Loneliness proves stubborn,
My greatest grants.
Who have i offended?
And placed in Excruciation.
My love in pending .
Days, months and years,
Adoring you, will be my coach.
Alimi Abdulkabir's poetry.
Categories:
sanitizes, emotions, girlfriend, i love
Form: Free verse
…Where are the BEES
That chases me
Where is the honey, my love
Whom tasted me
My lips though I miss
Sweet as this
Her odor, her textured smells
Sanitizes the air, sweet lavender
Where are the BEEs
Those chase me
Where is the honey
That they made
I make up with my darling
As I serenade
Sing unto the flowers
Roses bloom never soon
I tolerate my homage I pay
To the weeping willows
Where are the BEES
Come chase me
String me so that I may bring thee
Honey from mine heart
Bite me ever so gentle
That I may sweet as thy art…
3/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
sanitizes, analogy, appreciation, confusion, fantasy,
Form: Free verse