I yearn for not but your devotion true
A sacred bond you must uphold
You breathed me in the breath I drew
Yet love runs from you faint and cold
Have I transgressed? I toil in vain,
Yet still, you shun my desperate plea.
Affection spurned, a heart in pain,
Forsaken in this MISERY.
Hey, sire, would you ever love?
“I do not, I do not care.”
Can you take me seriously?
“You’re young and stupid.”
Not a day by without the wonder
Of the lack of sentiment you bring
Reflection, though not a blunder
So in your fault I now can sing.
Harrowed heart
Abstruse abstract art
Canvas concealed
In his old leather chair
he sits and blinks his eyes
the off white sits on his hair
like dust upon the mantle.
A murky sea of bluish grey
where smoking gave him cataracts
but they still burn of yesterday
the tobacco stains sit deep inside.
As he sits in his old leather chair
his eyes do blink and dart to catch
his arms sit closer than days gone by
holding close what was once there.
His words are lost ghosts of the night
his world has gone out with the wind
though the photograph she wore so well
the negative still burns a flame within
and though the light will bow and dim
to him his only company
the worn out arms no longer care
the weight lifts slowly from his chair.
How could I not love the level to which you live life perfect, so insouciant
You would walk beside me in heavy rain, with no umbrella; to contentment
We are both happy with our makeup, souls binded in water so succulent
A combination of an unlikely myriad, to which we equally compliment
Each other in a way that no one else would find the same contentment
You are simply a convivial representative for my life's failed acknowledgment
I hope you find this to be your own; a beautiful milestone of combined sentiment
The autumn that had remained monotonous-
For many decades,
Now tears and takes pieces of hearts,
Along with its old leaves, flowers,
Leaving a nostalgic scent behind.
Every preceding winter that warmed people,
Returned this year, demanding-
All the warmth that blanketed their memories,
While it left them alone, in the cold.
Spring found its way into the people’s hearts,
Up sprouted the spears of novelty,
The bright Sunlight endorsed its new season,
A season with a bittersweet sentiment indeed!
Every summer had brought people together,
This one scorched their fragile ties,
The oceans of memories faced up in doubt,
As the vapours of the past ascended in due course.
The grey skies mourned old relations,
Happy moments and sad ones too,
With every successive rain,
Trails of the memories were being dampened and erased.
A treasured trove of experiences-
Prove to be heavier as the seasons age us,
Bringing out our wistful versions,
Only for our reality, waiting to be discovered and cherished.
I hope you know how much you mean to me
Even though you'll never feel the way I do
It's unbearable, but it's true
Can't have what we once had
I should've known, you hated me
There's no salvation, no pieces to pick up
Just kneel to the floor, feel your heart beat
I know it's unbearable, but she doesn't even know
Everything that you feel is a one-sided battle
I know you imagine she'll know about everything someday
Make up and share stories, life's not an allegory
Your actions and thoughts will go unnoticed
You won't ever be her main focus
A fictitious exemplum
Carved from the Oxydendrum
It doesn't matter how badly you want something
If something doesn't want you
Here, gone, move along.
Life made easy, shop on line,
to avoid the throngs!
tapping on the bottom of the chair,
hoping for an alteration of essence
strictly of the background noise
withstanding only what i can hear
i endured a barrier around a chasm,
one within my body,
to which the walls are water
and the center is my breath
i may drown for the recklessness of my visits,
on red pluses and shimmering silver
a peculiar feeling where i dont do much
and everyone else does
its much like living in a tomb
how of course i would never know,
i have never lived in a tomb,
but something tells me its not far away.
SENTIMENT
commitment
highly personal
orthodoxy.
in
modern values
so
enigmatic
a
tableaux
displayed
an inward
looking
response
a
temporary
reaction
ushering
youthful
fervour
distancing
the
inherent
musing
mediated
&
inscribed
the
ultimate
translation
remains
to
overtly
accomplish
Espresso is brewing: that's my fix,
not my expensive Rolex;
this Ralph Lauren suit is elegant.
Good looks can generate sentiment;
worry, rush and stress perplex!
Let everything that hath breath Praise the Lord
Praise the Lord sun and moon and stars in your greatness
Praise the Lord man women and child young and old for his greatness
males and females give praise too.
Praise the Lord creeping things and fowl and birds and sea creatures for his greatness Praise the Lord firmament worlds monsters creatures in the deep dragon's depth for his greatness bow down
Praise the Lord in the firmament of his power Praise him for his mighty acts
Praise him according to his excellent greatness I will bless the Lord at all times
his praise shall continually be in my mouth In my joy In my home at the store
May I say everywhere I be everywhere I go everywhere I travel when I
walk out a door on dry land and when I am making plans
night or day with someone or alone sweet whisper of love caress the
inside flame when I express everything that had breathe praise him
The Lord. It makes me feel jubilation and wanted..
The moon
She creeps away
With the aging night
Swollen sentiment
Full to begin
Fading with the night
She'll be back tomorrow
I've touched her heart;
I saw her soul;
I felt her breath;
She's alive, she's whole;
I've tasted her pain;
I spoken aloud her name;
I've been a witness;
She's alive, she is well
Sentiment likey
2/14/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
once was a tenant
only thing left is a remnant
have much sentiment
Come, let's go to the lake!
It's Spring and I am your
dove-in-waiting to take.
The dogs all out romping in
the freshly-contented grass.
I will listen to your Poetry and
give you no sass!
Two poetic souls bound as
newborn ones.
Wrapped in Spring grass and
warmed by the benevolent sun.
3/25/2021
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