Short Denials Poems
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What if Epstein was a blue bird ready to sing
Despite being found dead of a rope’s swing
Did he hide secrets of wealthy pedophiles
Pictures tell a thousand stories no denials
Leap Year's "poll" vault
Olympic primary trials
Push-over leaps by party default
others limp away with denials.
Sis boom bah; blah, blah, blah,
"poll'-itics and the media.
Two sisters sit beguiled in common guilt;
all that is left.
That
and denials;
bitterness
turned outwards;
inwards too painful.
Truth, a casualty
like lost children.
Love, just a word.
Birth
Crawl
Tears
Steps
Laughter
Smiles
Fears
Careers
Diseases
Betrayals
Denials
Full circle
Death nears
Tears
Laughter
Frowns
Dead clowns
Dead
In ground
No sound
Silence
Abounds
Failure is not final
it affords you a second chance
mistakes are not denials
most times the're just happen stance
so never give up on desires
your defeats are just trials
the heart never fails to inspire
for it knows that failure is not final
Suicidal
with this gin
in hand.
He's repeating history
when his denials
another grim demand.
Who knew silence could be so loud?
He wonders why their here at the end,
but when needed the most,
he couldn't find a single friend.
Singled out.
Across the crowd.
Precedence are they mere fragments of one’s imagination dreams deferred of acceptance, denials, or excuses. Precedence beyond one’s control although it may seem.
In systems called life, Are their really second chances re repeated cycles in this game of precedence.
Shall I see the burden take how can it ever shake
Color me hue so hurt sadden and blue
Half lies so trues seldom denials
Closed minds Open Hearts
Colors of truths duty bound awaken by brutes
Shall I see harvesting absolutes planning the truth
Shallow breath~
A distant scream,
the future cries,
our past to burn
unclaimed
Predictions simmer,
forecasts stir,
denials rage
enflamed
All promise broken,
hearts on fire,
reasons singed with
pain
With love in ashes,
hope to scald,
and freedom left
—in shame
(Dreamsleep: October, 2019)
He wrote poems,
Little bridges,
Broken lifelines.
Distance, like darkness
Drained the heart,
Despite the crying,
That no one heard,
Dreaming, replacement
Denials, escapement,
Confusion all around,
Until the final shutdown.
She loved orchids,
And the full moon,
Those were her windows.
In our brief life,
so many roads,
so many miracles
and blessings and glories,
but also so many curses and denials,
grief and contempt,
continuous waves on the planetary seas
that come and go,
and they crawl us into the vast heavens,
in that quiet rhythm universe
listen to your heart beat.
Tomorrow will be the day - I swear, I willstop - Today will be the end - Only one more day, today - Everyday becomes tomorrow - Every tomorrow denials today - That is a dictEd ad, but not for one day - Oh no mam, I do it everyday - Tomorrow I will change - Tomorrow, I pray, must stay away - That is what I pray today
Nagging ~ recurring,
Conjecture of truth or lies,
Man deaf to it all,
just wants a nice quiet life.
Success ~ happy life,
nagging makes it a failure,
Depressed with failure,
nagging says ~ I told you so.
With all its sarcasm,
respond with the optimism,
Out of denials,
It Will find joy in its thoughts.
Giving up,
we lose ourselves
in soft denials,
tally up bone-tinted
Kodaks – recall
brief glints of eye,
succinct resemblances
of generations.
Listlessly,
we wait
death’s domination—
cool brushes
of wind,
flutterings
of waxen wings
& last breaths,
dusky, distant
as the webbed
membranes
of memories.
Importance
Brittle while still beating
Facing ordeals bound unscrupulous
Memories and self-fleeting
Roaming humankind, staying meticulous
Probing for thy true identity
Shedding light upon the unrighteous trials
Rummaging for crumbs of serenity
Confronting the blunt force of society’s denials
Subliminally I come before you;
I am bruised, covered in circumstances;
Through this life I am used;
Fashioned and shaving like a wooden dowel;
There is slow coming back from this;
People from the glass bottoms on trial;
Refusing their denials;
12/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
Running up to the runner up;
Side snear clusters,
Pearl smiles exchanged for admitting the lifelong denials.
Perfect, for what is perfect in the now?
Pressed on shirts and passed on frowns.
Speeding black shine for year long miles,
The get up to get up,
Grows fallen in the struggle;
Gold fades to brown,
Tarnished and soon to be mild.
Where love so behind
Scare its own arguments
In wish tent of love resurrects
Where love reborn in many kinds
In between beloved in between denials
All be the same love in tenderness
Love so behind in each lost
Love so behind losing dreams inside and abroad
Make a tent to be all world in love
Magician in dreams in house should fall in love
Sincerely dear;
I love you here;
Only you and I;
Can spy, we fly;
We see with are eyes;
How we fly;
With lifted spirits skies;
We tower high;
No reason why;
Towering cries;
Loving sighs;
Pungent cries;
Emotional denials;
Fervent trials;
Yet you and I
Try
To live this romantic tie;
5/23/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
If Only we
could be
honest
to each other
To ourselves
Really
I could ask
You could too
Shields down
so many others
You spoke to
I just got ink
Denials and lashing
I trusted without blink
Mistake
Set up traps
Some real, some fake
Fear over took
your eyes confirmation
Further confusion
How could I want more
Like I said, if only.
Wisdom
picks on the dementia.
I lash out in drunken rage.
The water world,
I stand on an island
in incremental rain-
of denials. Time was
floating on the shells.
Sea was in sullen mood.
Sunless sky wants
to start a ceremony of
clouds and tears.
How far you will
walk with a gypsy ?
I have started the journey for invisible.
Satish Verma
Everything tended
to darken around her
The light from the sun
all feelings deferred
Her winter foreboding
sucks air from the room
Constant denials
predictions of doom
Pawning tomorrow
the price of today
Happiness bartered
her dreams steal away
Everything tended
to darken around her
Shadows descending
—the future interred
(The New Room: July, 2023)
You treated me this way since
day three of our marriage
At first I thought it was me
causing the misery
I wised up and found
you were a man from Hades
I kept our home as best I could
you never even tried
after years of marriage
and two many blue-black eyes
I left....
Not soon enough
when denials lead the way
that’s what made me stay
too complex
a diet of denial never works...
My mother on a day of marked memory
By this cycling page of history
Gave me then my first nativity
I have no next title to her legacy
That stretches my skin to cover
The etiolated sagging of time
That since childhood over and over
Stripped me of the strict sublime.
I am not deluded by denials ruse
This subtle crawling of grave
Nearer to my impotence to refuse.
I am still, all the rage is in the wave.
Overnight the woodland mushrooms grow,
High up the acorn oak flourishes,slow;
The school of life,awards no degree,
Each day,we all, an examinee.
Delays are not always denials,
More often , wayside trials;
Best not to compromise or abstain
Merely to make short-term gains.
Hurry takes a very long time,
As we make our daily climb;
Take life slow,from inside out-
To ensure we reach life's check-out,