Short Deploring Poems
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There's a distance sound
That I hear coming 'round
It is a rustlin' and a huslin'
As the management go musclin'
You see each day is dawning
We have someone else deploring
But there is a phrase that is right
"You're fired!" Fixes this blight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Apologize to God
And make your atonement
Be ashamed
And contrite
Be so deeply sorry
Bewailing your discretion
Feeling all the remorse
In deploring your sins
Relent these acts
And reproach yourself
Seeing the error of your ways
So filled with sorrow
Have many qualms
As you lament these deeds
Feel every regret
And begin to reform
LAMENTING HARMS
I am passionate in regardless requiem
I dress ridged and deploring
I need shed tears for my sorrow I bewail and bemoan
I am related to elegy
I vacation at the cemetery
My job is lamentation writing up funeral chant a burial hymn
I desire to sing at my passing in heaven
11/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
LAMENT POETRY FORM
Shame.
The dwarf told me.
Deploring myself in your tears.
Kissing your brightness in your eyes.
As i tried to hug you before you disappear again.
An undeniable love so beautiful and inspired,you wrote to me.
Trusting your tiny heart-shaped box,keep it safe, away from the dwarf.
Immaterializing in front of your purity,waiting for the moonlight.
Reborn.
Uncompromised.
Shame.The dwarf told me.
I wasn't there.
Titillating sounds of promises,
Acculates of stargazed nuances.
Glorify premises of occurrences
I who are the enabler
Seek to be eternally stabler
Embracing the assurance
Love is ever reoccurring
Bombardment of chaotic
Deploring adverse calamities
Covenant endurance blessings
Titillating sounds of promises
Over and over, over, over, over and...
over and over
5/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Lily, light and frilly,
On the may day break;
She mounts upon the hill
Engulfed by the morning dew,
In gaeity she blossoms wide and fair,
Beset upon the breast,
Of yellow, green distended bed.
Oscillating with the glorious wind,
Pleased to be a fleeting flower;
Neither deploring nor resenting,
It's petite existence,
Coming to approbate, life is short but fair,
Gradient, soft and delicate,
A momentary dream in tune.