Short Proceeding Poems
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We three toms of Laredo are
Running from a sheriff's star
Westward leading, still proceeding
Soon hiding in Kitty's fancy Cat House Bar
Defamatory words that fail to become legal truth for they are unproven in a judicial proceeding may just be some foul spits on open air... Yet, not every legal truth is real truth...
Indict Trump House Is Proceeding
Trump told many lies while impeding;
Towards destruction country is leading;
Often pausing;
Trouble causing;
Indict him House plans on proceeding.
Jim Horn
Holding sword in hand proceeding onward
Victory the target, conscience backward.
If sword is the answer of your problem,
Be aware! Your life, second sword can claim.
Rain's eloquent sorrow, unheard when
Youth's surge was proceeding
More impressionably wrung out of
A subsequent heeding.
Talk, once run-related, spluttered
In meaninglessness about
Struck of, when night-slouched, prints for
Loneliness leaves no doubt.
I'm always proceeding being righteous
and opportunist, simultaneous.
I’m stubborn with my ego,
Yet for truth, I can forego.
I’m strict analytic, oblivious.
in sequence yellow
following green's go
i'll regret seeing red
having completely
to stop
instead i
like flashing
amber aware
not needing to
completely
stop
slowly
cautiously
proceeding
looking to see
if i can see
her dressed
in
yell
ow
Form:
5/20/15
No longer dreaming
Just proceeding
Without cheating
I am achieving
More than I ever was believing
Every single evening
Now my impressions are leaving
Even more meaning
To other human beings
While I am still breathing
By: Dalton Ogletree
My punishment for my deeds
In court the judges proceeds
guilty or innocent thou heart pleads
proceeding no one intercedes
My heart is full of chains
behind bars, I anguish with pains
crimes in my life like blood stains
Tears, the only prove of my eye's contains.
under the Sal tree
lies a meditation unambitious
a certain implausibility
of death and life and all auspicious
am i disciple - or more - or less
the mind thirsts a life to slake
proceeding forward - or to regress
then sleep and mindfully be awake
© Goode Guy 2013-07-24
I'm crazy
passionate,
crazy for loving
thus...
crazy to live
hallucinated,
by proceeding
foolish...
crazy amazed
for the beauty,
by poetry,
by art...
I desire to be crazy,
always...live
always this
real madness...
I'm crazy ready
to perish for
craziness
of living...!
Let me be
The person I was born to be
The person I want to be
The person I am meant to be
Let me be me,me,me
Exercising my intelligence
Formulating my goals
Proceeding with my dreams
Let me go
Tackling those obstacles
Embracing those challenges
Writing what is meant to be written
I'm crazy
in love,
crazy to love
this way...
Crazy for a living
hallucinated,
by proceeding
foolish ...
Crazy amazed
for beauty,
for poetry,
for art ...
I intend to be crazy,
always ... live
always this
real madness ...
I'm crazy ready
and eager for
the madness
of living...!
I heard your voice ignite my heart-
A blazing wondrous passion
Proceeding not from ephemeral loins
But borne instead on the majestic wings
Of my Soul's aspiration.
An unquiet lovely stirring, yearning-
Mystic rapture its sweet issue,
As we, like lilacs wedded to the Morning's blush
Are one...
Lyrical; critical- almost spiritual!
Spheres of fears entangle
Costly crossly motley Miracle
Grows and goads the gamble
Seeming dreaming- brain is bleeding
While I smile, unprepared
Cut the rut in grand proceeding
As I'm breathing in the Air...
*Another experimental piece. I would be curious to see how you interpret it :)
Form:
The Gift*
Feelings submerged in a sea of nothingness, vanishing yet proceeding
Focusing on them when appearing, left bleeding
Bleeding for a moment then appreciative they met me at this time
Tested to measure my degree like some fine wine
Maybe not today to excel, maybe not tomorrow
But this is a day I will remember, for it is given not borrowed
Form:
The clock never falters
Until its life dies
Replacing its batteries
And again time flies
The hands never stop
Ticking by so fast
Erasing all memories
Beating away our past
The numbers never change
They’re always the same
Rhythmically proceeding
Forgetting our shame
Time is a story
Told by a clock
Whispering inside us
Throughout life’s walk
There she lies
An adornment to the room
As the surroundings never looked
So wonderfully stunning
Here I go
Proceeding to approach
Her with intention to sneak upon
As I can be cunning
Yet, she knows
My every single move
As she hears my heavy breath
When I near
I will take her
We will reach new heights
As we have never before reached
Having her here
Boundless, affixed upon the instant beyond the limit of my gaze.
Shapeless, undulating fractal expanse reveals as observed from without the mosaic aria.
Origin, speculations abound upon the fabrics cyclical essence.
Then, the instant proceeding the moment of origin, elegance.
Now, is as then the instant, the elegance of that moment.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
full of embraces
I was a hug and you a cover
Preceding and proceeding a squeeze
Shouldering
Body temperature exploding
Rising temps
Incorporate consists
Lust rails relentless
I crave inducement, yet in containment
We unlock our embracement
Nothing but our eyes eye are spurning
Must stop burnings
3/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
some days I'm neither decisive nor constant still in mid step advancing parallel combining
due stress pre-tense in depth, feign fair, fair is not love nor hate,objecting
lines turning war torn due reputations proceeding by stride and sweat pourn ,
but the clocks harder at self gaining advantage and foolish lost to
insincerity, caused by quotes barley examples of thought misunderstood .
Equitable foremost
beginnings numerical
proceeding perception
before the dawn
respect of time
ranked order before the last.
Space forward
brought forth
over beyond
respite truce
if anyone's first must be last
and a servant
of All for
how can one
Hunger,
if one can't
at first thirst
F1rst
01/01/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
So much conflicting thoughts
My heart bled and punctured
At different spots.
I dread my succeeding
My fear extremely nurtured
And greatly hampered my
proceeding.
Gradually, my fire burned out
Nothing, but a coward scout.
At the touch of grace
Strength swallowed my
weakness
Bold and back on the race
To my challenges, fearless
Awakened is my soul
Marching on with a victorious
sole.
The meeting of the minds
It was on the cards
The rebirth of humanity
It was on the tip of the ice breaker
Sometimes you have to swallow a lemon
In order to make a lemonade
Sometimes you have to mix sour and sweet
In order to emphasis the taste buds
Waking up is the beginning
Getting up is sweeter than honey
Proceeding towards is flexing the muscle
Holding it, is indeed an honour that should be embraced
Apparently I’m just a tool
Destinies fool.
But I refuse the jesters part
Of this proceeding court.
What map has fate graphed?
That stalks my epitaph
What star harbors doom?
The ethereal gloom
Must my ship,
So gallant and fierce,
And blades tip,
Unjustly pierce
The veil of this play
Fates arranged day.
Where can chance ring
Where I can freely sing
My path unfold
My future withhold
My destiny untold.
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