Short Foreheads Poems

vermilion on foreheads implanted
shines as on our very own
for are not all one...

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Frequent famines, furrowed foreheads, faint
Father's font fructified, free flowing
fare for fragile famished families
finally fullness, faith
freedom from fervent fraught...

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Precision incisions put holes in our ears
    our noses, our foreheads and tongues

  As for me, I had enough holes in my head
    to last me a lifetime when I was but young...

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Six roses 
hands wrapped together 
foreheads touching
sweet eyes meet mine
thank you
our life together
a blessed sacrament
a holy union
a sanctuary
love above all others
Valentine...

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Hardly any creature is
Of equal proficiency
To decipher a melody
Void of meaning

Though the reason for such foolery
Defines the existence of apathetic beings
Therefore upon there foreheads
Carved were no meanings...

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Under the national treasures, they scramble for seats,
Selfishness solemnly from the wrinkled faces drips.
Do they speak our words or the words of Japanese Jeeps
When poverty and insecurity on our foreheads firmly sits?...

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Where are all those followers now~
Deep inside those freedom walls 
And how those in war so falls~
Dabbing the foreheads, off sweats so ahh!!
Soldiers 
Call...


3/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©...

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sun sets
fire scarlet and gold
kissing ocean spray

soft steps on stairs
palms outstretched 
dripping salty fingertip raindrops
on foreheads
and sleeping babes’ bare shoulders

hush now, 
the Lady of the Sea whispers
eyelids flutter
slumber takes 
the children of the tide
wake no more...

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Foreheads smeared with ash,
pass me by on the street,
smudge them, who came 
from ground and ground they
will return.

Earth to Earth,
Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to Dust,

Ash me please for I repent,
sweat of brow, my skin like
a miners face, like a soldier, 
smudged to make him strong, 
to announce a fearsome fate....

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Listen to poem:

The swell is rising, 
furrowing the brow of seascape,
forewarning of storm arising.
Sheer bliss for surfers,
toil and trouble incising
ferment and foreboding 
on sailor's foreheads, glistening,
with the spray and froth flung
from wave-top manes breaking, 
off from white horses on the bay prancing.

24 September 2019...

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I don't know the faces 
in the old photograph,
stored in the attic 
with other relics 
of lives long past

I don't know their names,
or the stories etched 
on weathered foreheads,
and in eyes that saw 
both sorrow and joy.

I should have asked 
their names
before grandmother 
rejoined the family 
in that old photograph....

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Handle with Care
  ought to be written there
On soft fragile foreheads
  tucked into precious beds

From infancy to toddlerhood
  childhood through adolescence
Survival thanks to the good
  grace of His blessed Effulgence...

As we hover o'er our graves
  thanks to Him who paves
Our way, handles us with care
  hears our every prayer...

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No wind to blow over cups and plates
   No blistering sun to burn foreheads or napes
No ominous storm clouds roaming the sky
   No ants to spoil salads, steaks or pie

Welcome to our sunny indoor barbeque
   Where the elements outside are always subdued
Fire up the grill on the heated porch ~ AND
   Bring on the good times in climate-control land...

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Students at Work


See them work!
Studious looks,
Buried in books,
Leaflets flipping,
Binders snapping,
Pencils tapping,
Textbooks slamming,
Nick-knacks toppling,
Back-packs rummaging,
Noses rubbing,
Nail nibbling,
knees flapping,
Foreheads scrunching,
Eyebrows rising,
Lips compressing,
Faces scowling,
Chins supported,
Tongues catapulting,
Coughs echoes,
Work Accomplished!...

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Again,
        apple cider season,
              cool autumn whiskey,
                    burning leaves.

No one needs another autumn poem.

      We grow gaudy phrases
                  like pumpkins,
hollow out foreheads,
throw away seeds.

Always paring, cutting
eyes
      with awkward thumbs,
seeing autumn
      as a pewter stallion
and winter
      wildly undone....

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(My late father was a construction worker.Remember him on Father's Day.)
The construction workers with
Sweating foreheads
Dry throats
Burning skins 
Blinding eyes
Struggle to build 
An air-conditioned roof 
Under the sun
For you and especially for you
While themselves 
Working at a place
Without a fan or an air conditioner
But under a burning sun
Hanging from a roof called the sky...

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We would talk all night
During the summer and winter
And we'd ignore our eyes begging
And our hands burning

And our cheeks shined
And our foreheads were grease beaches
And our skin was sand for the oceans of hair
And we never washed our faces

And we wrote crappy letters
Saying things we both knew
And we'd make each other cry
And we'd make each other laugh

And then
It was over....

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Final year of college 
Final term
Field trip
Fire camp night
Farewell party
Friends forever departing
Foolish temptations
Fierce desires
Future foggy
Furious flames, 
Frequent eyeing
Found a seclusion
Frozen ice break
Furry feeling
Fantastic union
Frosty foreheads
Fear you not 
For a love forever
Friendship burnout
Phoenix leap in love
Feast and vows too 
Family unions
Framing a family photo...

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And still

It was not all over, 

As if you wanted to listen 

To the dying echoes

Of my leafless urge

Snaking through the 

Valley of my just widowed heart.



While the shape of dead tolls

In the blue evening 

Till the last purple flame

Of lust for life-

Dies away, leaving

Heaps of ashes

On the bald foreheads 

Of the darkest hours-

In the nuptial bed

Of my crystal heart....

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You're gone from my life, but you still
Sit by my side; a breath to fill.
And say, "You can do it, and will."

If I could bring you back.

Do you recall when I met you?
You touched me, shiver went right through.
You were the one for me I knew.

You'd fill the love I'd lack.

We'd put our foreheads together,
Navigate through stormy weather;
Lay our souls on fields of heather.

Never turn and backtrack....

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His vision seemed struggling
To leave the fleshy flaps,
As the destination was beyond
The gloomy dusk of generations.
Having known and forgotten
Everything around, within
And beyond his intellect
His scepter slipped off for ever.
Hercules dared not to trace,
Neither Oracle whispered the fate, 
Nor could Socrates define,
Only caused foreheads to bleed.
The wand glorious might have found
It's eternal abode in deepness infinite....

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another pheasant has mistaken
its frilly pattern with saturn
rings 
           and twitters 
           all its senselessness
silly on the asphalt spangled
foreheads

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and another pheasant has mistaken
pattern with
rings and all atwitter
	senselessness

on the saturn 

- ! -

has foreheads
its senselessness

silly rings 
           spangled pheasant

all its pattern -


             - pheasant pattern


asphalt...

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Crystal clear pure rain drops,
elegantly on foreheads splashed,
diamonds embedded in your eyes,
honey viscously dripping off your lips.

Molten gold, beneath your skin,
your hotness won't allow it solidify,
deep in your eyes, a different galaxy,
an alien force draws me closer to you.

Clouds are crying, moon's jealous,
stars grow playful shooting the skies,
alien ships crushing before us tonight,
night drops dead silent, our lips interlock!...

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In the dusting of the springtime,
Sweet-scented thoughts of yesterday
Where our foreheads did briefly touch
And ruby lips did tease and play

No time to wonder and regret
The angels are calling too soon
This time is ours not to forget
The return of duty come noon

To wallow in the arms of youth
Crush meadows gifts beneath our feet
Our love now spent in truth forsooth
The new day new life we now greet

To have loved in green meadows sweet
My heart did dance my life complete...

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