Short Archived Poems
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strewn
among doubt
and
layered looks,
magnified
tossed
pitched
then archived
'til
a new day...
...by
restraint
Through the lens of a lifetime
Moments captured
Who we are
Who we were
Warm memories
Colors softened by time
Infinitely archived
In the album
Of our heart
Cardboard bound, paper built
And shackled in plastic rings
The world labelled Notebook
Hold all sorts of wondrous things.
Pages stained with a hundred spells,
Brings the land alive,
So tell me, weary traveller,
What do you need archived?
Archived voices;
Prolific choices;
Acquiring winds blowing past the trees;
~
People stalking;
Animals walking running,
from the humans;
~
Captivating me;
All these trues;
Around me, surrounds me at the city
zoo
.
4/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Emancipation of poverty laws
All non surplus delivered posts in native
Landscape are hereby confined
Loss of reserves is significant
3795 characters left
These messages are being captured
and archived in compliance with
the Presidential Records Act or the
Federal Records Act
spliced narratives
in better taste
introspectives
richly painted
intertwined
with the fragile
things
of life
held dear
&
the doubts
archived in our minds
a
literal
fitting picture
from secrecy
to fact
of hidden
suffering
made known
Streams from above,
Well of hope,
A new me,
Springs of joy.
Symphony of Redemption,
Light pervades the night,
Clearer vision,
Blooming meadow.
Lamp in the dark,
Unravelled mystery,
The taken is brought back,
The deep is revealed.
Messages from the book,
Spoken by the sages,
Notes from the past,
Archived in our hearts.
July 21, 2024.
I protect the abandoned
paint over the graffiti
fill the shattered warehouse windows
with kapok stuffing,
lag rusting pipes with pitch and tar
chain all the broken doors from the inside.
Sleep on mounds of archived words
eyes drooping over yellowing pages.
One day I'm going to burn it all down,
but not this winter,
I still have to keep the dead
a little lukewarm.
Dear Human,
You knew me once.
I was the shadow crossing grasslands before dawn. I was the thunder of hooves. I was the cry above the marsh.
You named me. Measured me. Photographed me.
Then you archived me.
The museums keep my skeleton polished. The textbooks preserve my dimensions. The children memorize my disappearance.
I would have preferred a future.
Sincerely,
The Last of Us
Tomorrow Is Never
Miracle Man
8/8/2024
We live our lives with one eye on tomorrow,
while the other eye is beaming at our past.
When tomorrow comes, it often brings sorrow,
and past is the only thing archived to last.
So we strive to live life one day at a time,
praying to Almighty God to bless each day.
That the beauty of each day might be sublime,
while avoiding things that might lead us astray.
Black and blue memories turn to sunset;
All of the craziness that we’ve survived,
it’s like I’ve been branded by our secret;
So many roller coasters we just thrived,
as long as we rode down them together;
The tumultuous my heart has archived;
We aren’t exactly birds of a feather,
but two sets of wings still fly parallel;
Painting the sky in all types of weather;
My body reflects that rock solid spell,
those faded colors now a rebel yell.
January 1st 2025
Miracle man
A hinder look see’s the year 2024 fade from view,
today I contemplate what 2025 might have in store.
I recount unpleasant past days, more than a few,
but now, archived in history, they’re a closed door.
As I pray for improved times to enrich my being,
I’m also asking God to make of me, a better person.
Also to bring world change from what I’m seeing,
knowing each passing year the days will worsen.