Short Another(A) Poems
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More so, was the knife in the pan.
A slice, another; a fisherman.
Before rest of us,
With granddad finesse,
A pie, in his sights - his game plan.
Two special guys
Diamonds both
each irregular in a way
One a diamond
rough 'round the edges.
Another a diamond
chipped here and there
but even so
my sons-in law
are precious Gems
despite the flaw.
Sometimes an unfinished thought is God's tool to urge us into action
Time is limited and so is life
But love goes on into infinity
But brings the opportunity to change directions
And offers another a chance to disagree
But...
Form:
thanks for the skanks on billboard planks but we got another,a brother from
hartford,dang,i forgot his name,said we could play as long as he payed,it was
ok.im on the george bush team,any dream will do as long as you,submit the
proper form,thas yours.
If you are a gentleman, you must be sure that the rule is thinking and then doing,
To get something good as a rule is not bad, to build - not to ruin, stay on diet:
From one side coctail and from another - a la furshet!
Fly and dream about tender love...
My hubby tried to toss a pancake
sadly it landed down on the floor
I had to laugh, could not stop myself
it never happened ever before.
To me he's the best pancake maker
he made me another, a success
Pity it's only on pancake day
we enjoy the treat that I love best.
How varied in color they are
One after another, a palette
Under house cat code
Some will stay true to their species others get spoiled
Everyone has their own individuality.
Cats never slow down
Are hyperactive comets, ricocheting
Throughout a house
Settling down is forgotten completely.
Evening bells chime in the steeple
Merry villagers doff their workday masks
Like schoolchildren, not yet grown-up people
Untethered from their joyless tasks
One's a druggist; another a clerk
All count the minutes 'til five
Matters not where they work
The hour of freedom's arrived
#MeToo, #MeToo, #MeToo
Was all that we could do
We thought we were too few
To buck a big wheel's screw
Leaders like Donald Trump
Perceived us as a rump
That they could grope and hump
And just as quickly dump!
Now we know harassment
Is just another a crime
Crying out for justice
Through the cover of time. . .
Christmas
blankets of snow
ginger, mints and pine
spiraling winds and bells that chime
moms and grandma's cakes and pies
the love for one another a love for Christ and God
the gatherings of families
to realize the true meaning of
Christmas
11/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Time is a great cure
For what I'm not sure
Time is only for this minute
If you live another a cure is in it!
Life is time and living it is the cure
Working is the blood of being secure
Money, money, money needs no friend around
Good health is times only sound!
So, P.S. My friends have the Time of your life!
The Silver Scribe
Dog who Chews has made his way to our home
Chewing the lattice off the porch
Chewing both bumpers off our cars
Chewing the iron gate to the garage
Chewing our willow tree down to a mushroom
I would get rid of that dog! Someone said.
That’s a BAD dog! Another said.
I am glad now that Another never had a dog.
Maybe this is why God also never gave Another a child to call bad.
There once was a can
That got kicked by a man
That once was batman
Candy he gathered
In a round pumpkin can
Trickery got him a treat
Robin was his brother
Switching customs with
One another a trick
For more treats
Dressed as one another
No one knew who was who
Gathering our candy fortune
With caution not to be seen
Lo and behold or mother knew
With a laughter so loud
While eating our candy treats
I see in another a me
Someone I wish I could be
If only I were that free
Perhaps, introspection's
the key
A spectrum is what I
found
Absorbing light, without
a sound
White light is ebbing all
around
But inside, a rainbow of
colors abound
So what do I see when I
look at you?
A version of me that I
wish were true?
Nay, I recognize the
colors within
They are there, only a
little dim
Verity
Miracle Man
1/9/2025
Political truth is often perceived to come,
from the politicians lips the story last passed.
But If lips were moving there is a rule of thumb,
that he must be lying or just feeling outclassed.
Most Politicians are guilty of pollution,
they contaminate the air with unwanted sound.
I’d suggest term limits as starting solution,
giving another a chance for sheep to confound.
You are not defined by the ghosts of Christmas past, or by the ghosts of Christmas future, but by the magical reality that we can define our Christmas present. We can learn from our joys and sorrows, our trials and tribulations, to love one another a little more today than we did yesterday. And maybe, all our Christmas futures will be defined better than our Christmas pasts.
You are not defined by : Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : John Hamilton
12/21/18
Our Shadow
Is Our Witness
Miracle Man
10/31/2024
Our shadows are mere reflections of our being,
not something that just appears on a sunny day.
They influence what others think and are seeing,
and often they form opinions that always stay.
In our shadows, the unknown to us, may repose,
Observing each thing we say, and what we're doing.
Then to another, a tongue will quickly disclose,
making known to others the path we're pursuing.
Listen to poem:
The Lonely Numbers Game
David J Walker
One has paper
One has pen
One has thoughts of what the color
Of love might have been
One is the mother
The other a sister
Another a brother
But where is the father
In this hungry game
One is unknown
One without a name
One remembers every day though
One is just like the other and
All are the Ones are
just the same
One is forever
Without another
The first among
The lonely ones
In this lonely numbers game
I Sink into a river
Of stress
And anxiety
What if I don't graduate?
What if I don't get into medical school?
Questions swirl in my mind
As other people look
And wonder
Why are you stressed?
Your life is not that hard
Just because I am 19
Does not mean I don't have stress
Does not mean that things can be hard for me
Each day its like another a rope is
Attaching to my leg
pulling me further
Into the river
Making it harder to breathe and
to live my life
I hate anxiety
While walking on to work this day
I dared to take a gander
At the many faces passing me,
Who, quickly on, meandered.
When, without notice, one looked back
And surely gave me a smile
Then, my tired feet relaxed
And felt could go a mile.
You see, that’s all we need to do,
It’s recognize each other
Give to them that which you want
The love of one another.
So take this truth today and hold it
Near and to your heart
Keep in mind the smile you give
Will give another a start.