Short Reused Poems

A muse to many
Deprived solemnly
By its brothers forgiver
Taunted by his mind
Closely to touch
Fragile in the mists
Reused tantrums
Trickled tears
False horizon
That's his mothers vow....

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MAN REJECTED

It's no surprise
I see in your eyes
WHY!!!
Can, can't I be in your life
The presence of you
And so you laugh
Now I cry
For you reused to be in my life 
For you say I'm not your kind of guy

8/13/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018...

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Treat trash as it deserves
with dexterity and cleanness
with the nobility of those who served us...
Trash is also rich
in recycling done well...
Don't treat it worthless trash
don't be sloppy verbose
Waste can and should be reused
there is something luxurious in trash....!...

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Back when I was young

Back when I was young
The toys were so much fun
Things were very simple then
We walked and cycled too, never drove
It was paper and baskets not plastic

Back when I was young
Fresh food we had, no prepacked
Toys were made of wood and tin
We never discarded just reused
Make do and mend was the thing
Back when I was young


3-5-19...

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God  reuse me 
Come to me 
Embrace me in the glory of your wisdom 
Nothing comes to me
Choosely  I choose you Lord
 I'll take the glory of your words Lord
 I'm Just your vessel
 I'm here to hear
I'm willing to share co-creating with you
Father come to me
Embrace me
Alphabetically
Come write with me
God reused me

10/17/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Illusory truth you cut through me;
'Be Kind.'
Doesn't seem to get you where you should be;
Humankind wastes away surrounded 
plastic words discarded into a serene ocean;
Polluting the environment;
Reused, recycled, but never reduced;
Still we try;
Cordial behavior fades from memory
washed away by the waves; Toxic stays;
Muddy are our interactions now;
We cry out our illusory truth 'Be Kind.'...

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Suite Elegance 
So refined 
Reused spiritual 
Fines so 
Soradic fluorescent 
Are the waves of misshapen 
Broken hearts concave 
And  alast Young Beauty scorn 
Cherishes is the Dew drops 
Of early Autumn mourns 
So I reverence as I caress this somber presence I'm a Witnesses floral flower essence
 Beauty my spiritual love

11/05/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr  2019...

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Never underestamate the power of prayer
To have God talent sewn
To have others known
For you my dear
We knew we would get thru to that loving ear
Through the beauy of this year
I love you
Many times reused
Keep pushing on good news
Your help is bright
You saw the light
We believe in you
We love you
Your nobility
Was God royalty
Accept to walk in his heels
We shall climb to success to hold the wheel...

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REPLACING SADNESS

Sadness plays on the melodies of life
like broken strings on a violin. 
We feel the discord and it shakes our being,
a trembling reaction to scratchy notes. 

Try to remember the in between sounds 
when sweet melodies lightened your heart 
pleasant memories taken from a time gone by
and sealed within a deeper consciousness
to be be used and reused like a worn out pair
of comfortable slippers.

CAK 5-20-2013...

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Color me tears

 

These tears have been recycled-

not an environment saving measure,

they have been repackaged, rebranded,

recycled, reused but not reduced.

Not purified-they contain same organic

and inorganic substances.

My recycled  - reused  tears

which continue  to flow-

from the day of the birthday suit ,to the end.

These gentle  tears migrate  like  bottles in a  depot,

Unrestrained, uncontained but never reduced...

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Before dawn, I press my palm
on the windowpane,
leaning gently into the night
feeling it slipping through
cold fingertips.

Later
when sipping coffee I glance out,
there are shedding's now,
fragments and scraps,
a littering of a flimsy
day breaking light.

I wonder how so great a thing
as the deeply fathomed dark
could be lost in its leavings?

My hand wants to say
something more of this
but its bones are sleeping
and cannot now be reused....

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Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue.

My dress was old,
Reused from prom,
I had no gold,
But I had Mom.

My nails were new
What could I do?
My dress was blue,
I used it, too.

My mom was there,
We curled my hair,
We did not care,
It was not fair.

They were not there,
They never showed,
Did not reserve,
Did I deserve

Deserve to be treated
Feel like I'm defeated
Now I'm just seated
I just want to feel needed....

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Out they go, rejected plastic
bags and bottles. Off they float,
dispersed. Where to?
  There's no control.
Wind and ocean current swirling,
gathering all those broken
fragments. Human flotsam drawn
together, trafficked at what cost,
deflatable, adrift. Ashore,
  caste unwanted.
Are they biodegradable?
What of their diversity?
Can they be reused? Restored?
Evidence of waste upcycled,
more than plastic identity,
  or plastic credit.
The refuse refugee - is....

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I stare at the blues and oranges of the world
refusing to be pressured
there is such beauty in everyday things
even the rail road track signs

how many people have gone past this site
without seeing any of it?
how many people have cried tears here?
can they be scooped up and reused
or are they forever glued to this crossroad?

a car honks
impatience wants me out of the way
I am not ready
the time is now
and I am here for a reason.
I sit firmly, waiting for a sign....

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I stare at the blues and oranges of the world
refusing to be pressured 
there is such beauty in everyday things
even the railroad track signs 

how many people have gone past this site
without seeing any of it?
how many people have cried tears here?
can they be scooped up and reused
or are they forever glued to this crossroad?

a car honks
impatience wants me out of the way
I am not ready
the time is now
and I am here for a reason.
I sit firmly, waiting for a sign....

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