Short Littlest Poems
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Littlest Angel
holds infant for life's last breath
whisper soft exhale
Littlest Angel holds breath
one single unshed tear swells
littlest of hearts;
beats the chest humanity:
flowing beautiful;
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jump starting loves faves;
pounding sounds of rhythms plays;
littlest songs heart;
1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
A stormy but secure view.
That undismayed by it!
Outlines faith in a shepherd
Through a meek-guided herd.
Ever present world-surrounds!
As troublous which uprear.
With staff in hand, Lord, myself
There midst, unabashed seen.
Lamb, littlest! On whose peace lean.
Sheepcote and safety near.
"flatline"
the littlest souls cry silent tears in single file too quiet too soon
hand in hand they slowly climb towards a kinder man both lamb and lion
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The Magdalene Frequency"
https://youtu.be/5M561bfkP7U
Spook settled in for an October night
It was brisk and breezy; it felt just right
The pumpkins were sitting within sight
A scary story! Said the littlest, Light.
About carving pumpkins? Spook asked them.
No! Much too scary said his cousin Clem.
About witches and bats? And ghouls then?
Maybe a Christmas story said scaredy cat Mim.
Someday, someone will know
The things that never show.
The hurt behind the eyes,
The reason for the littlest cries.
Someday someone will see,
What it's like to be me.
They'll understand why I'm gone,
They will know I was once strong.
Someday I will be forgotten,
As my soul will lay rotten.
I'll be gone away,
With nothing more to say....
You bring your own tribe
Of negative vibes
You make that dumb face
That cuts like knives
It’s passive aggressive
And too excessive
The littlest thing
Your manic depressive
Your anger is stout
And when it’s let out
Everyone’s affected
By the words you shout
You couldn’t care less
You’re truly, a mess
But we all keep quiet
Or no one will rest
you don't cry over the smallest thing
but you wonder why you don't cry at all
when you dream
you don't dream of me
you dream of the past you which you can't change
you wish for the littlest
then you don't wish for it at all
you under estimate power
for you are the controller
you play people
like you play the battle
now you finally see
for it was right under your nose
When Rome ruled the world,power was king,
A freedman proudly unveiled his iron ring;
In later years of olde,
The forefinger,the preference of the bold;
The middle by the prudent and discrete
Such dignity now appears polite & so effete;
A loop upon the littlest,show a masterful mind,
The circlet on the third,one of a different kind;
Love& affection,wed as one,to bind & then remind.
Break,break,break on the cold,gray septa
(the veil is ripped and so am I)
\Fern sundered amongst the
Daffodils,dandelions and diadems tarnished
With the oxidation of time and tide
That waits for no man.
\Well here I am
The littlest seraph of Sodom
(what did they do in Gomorrah?)
Blow horns and sack butts
Tan-ta-ra
The epitome of epiphanies awaits
And Gabriel - you go play in the other room.
When Rome ruled the world,power was king,
A freedman proudly unveiled his iron ring;
In later years of olde,
The forefinger,the preference of the bold;
The middle by the prudent and discrete
Such dignity now appears polite & so effete;
A loop upon the littlest,show a masterful mind,
The circlet on the third,one of a different kind;
Love& affection,wed as one,to bind & then remind
He loves her they have history. We just met so he just loves the thought of me. What can I
do to make him see I'm more of a women then she'll ever be. I'll rub his back and even his
feet, run his bath water, cook him something to eat. She deceives him lies, cheats and
complains about the littlest things. She'll never be the women he wants her to be. She'll
never be that women because she'll never be me.
Form:
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
Don't look at me with your sweet doe eyes
I'm sorry
My heart exploded with the pressure
My emotions spilled
All over the floor
Into your heart
I couldn't handle the littlest bit of pain
I reacted in the only way I knew
I'm sorry
Forgive me for thinking I was in love
Forgive me for being so sweet
We are too young for this my honeybee
My dying sun
My shattered moon
My imploding stars
I used to cry at the littlest of things;
Upon rethinking this what does it really bring;
Mystic Misty rather cloudy rays;
My tears flow down my face;
Like a raging storm amidst the suns glaze;
Down flows on downflo unto my intimate space;
And wash emotions tumbling toil;
And my shame I pain
And my dysfunction I remain;
In my heart distance Oh I
I stand here in sin crying it's still in the rain;
2/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Dig, deep inside you might find it
A small fragment of what used to be love
Dig and dig well for you might cause all to collapse
I am decisively lost in the eyes of hope
The strong tendency of felling hate in the palms of love
The littlest pieces on the floor,
A feeling so small hidden in a vast amount of nothingness
A black point in the white sky feeling nothing but loneliness
Dig where ever you feel it strong, in me the only gold
present is that with value so insignificant.
To kill, the shrill of a thrill,
To take any life is truly wrong.
Thou shall not hurt even a fly.
They are guardians of the sky.
They begin crawling strong.
Disgustingly devouring meal,
Each organism has a plan.
Serving nature’s scheme,
Designing a destiny,
Between now and infinity
When it becomes extreme,
Bringing about another span,
As always existence ends.
All things must perish.
To bring out renewal,
There must be removal.
Stretching out to cherish,
You will make amends.