Short Derailing Poems
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Hundreds of ideas go through my mind
But never one at a time
They race through like a tornado
Sweeping up every idea in its wake
It throws my train of thought
Derailing every plan
I try to grab just one
But they always just slip my hand
Thoughts of her rob my slumber.
She burglarizes my rest.
She pervades my life,
into my dreams.
She is the locomotive
derailing my train of thought.
I have no reign over myself.
My infatuation grows daily.
In this I lose control
as I watch my heart wander.
Forgiveness undercuts the pain
growing fruit beyond the brain’s
ability to see in full.....
Spiralling a web of care
that wipes away
the hate in fear.
Binding up a broken soul
forgiveness fills the gaping hole.
Derailing evil from its path,
forgiveness
lightens up the heart.
BUILDING BLOCK
Temporal they are higher power,
unveiled to me who are temporary obstacle
that's temporal derailing me for abating power
If this be meant to be compliance unequivocal
God has the triumphant power
Always to turn around man's power
For humanity strong tower
Will fall
When El Shaddai calls
Governmental bricks will fall
6/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Lunch with a friend
Conversation flows
A ring of the phone
Our talking froze
She chooses to answer
I look annoyed
Our time together
Has now been destroyed
I stare at my plate
While being ignored
Five minutes pass
I'm getting bored
Was the call business?
No, just idle chatter
Derailing the mood
For an irrelevant matter
Keeping my calm
An impossible task
a little respect
Is all that I ask
Tethered to tech
Disconnecting us all
Harming a friendship
All over a call
Her life like a horse
A striping stallion
Breath taking force
Overseen by a falcon
A fickle terrain
And bipolar forecast
Derailing her train
Distorting her past
A thunderous tide
Bellows as it rolls
With enticing eyes
A story unfolds
Gripping the clutch
With her pinky finger
White candy, her crutch
Soft sugar and stinger
Briskly trotting
A tight rope beneath
Tripping, falling
A pool of grief
Barely afloat
Gasping for air
Just one more boat
To get here to there