Short Shames Poems
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Maybe you should write one about ants
Thats what she claims
Oh well she continues on her rants...
No! I cant deal with the shames!
Form:
to many won't be boss
some must be toss
to stop this world pain
stop this control
shames
this is not a lustion
its
WORLD OF CONFUSTION
Blooming flowers,
born under springs kiss,
rising to employ,
what life can only wish.
A second chance,
in shames forgivness,
stuttering prayers,
that produce happiness.
Form:
Too many things inside
Fighting for supremacy
Struggling to be heard
I don't understand my heart
My emotions frighten me
The spirit within shames me
I'm a broken slave to myself
Form:
I write him letters
Almost every day,
Hoping he reads them,
Will not go away.
Stay with me, I pray.
He sweet talks me
With loving words,
Then goes his way
Free as the birds.
He loves me.
Loves me not.
He loves me.
Playing
Love's games
Shames!
every word she utters maligns, defames and shames
she slurs, slips, and slanders
an expert, she tears down and villainizes
people she knows and people she has never met
no one wants to sit next to her at dinner parties
no worries
she is no longer invited
Hear the sound of the falling rain
All happiness turns in to pain
our fear turn in to shame
we lose happiness in our shame
we turn our shame in to our pain
we can turn our pains and shames in to happiness ones again
just to hear the sound of the falling rain
Form:
all your sickness and...
all those sins and those shames comes
the illness of souls
all too far behold...
the choice to sin ever mine
and in the choices made
all the sickness still
no sin there can be no grace
if no sins no grace
2/14/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
What shames death, more than a man who refuses to die once born?
So much so that when death claims, the aim is unknown,
When the frame lies down and the words simmer, who, the winner?
With more life than Death can take; Never blink-
Into earth goes a Man we will unearth life on end!
We're angry! What sports fan can blame us?
There hasn't been one loss for Jameis
But off-the-field ruckus
Makes sportscasters muck us
Once famous, now Jameis just shames us
*Written about former FSU quarterback Jameis Winston's run ins with the law.
He rode a twisted trail,
He lied a tortured, fact-faked tale
Of Jesse James and unexpected shames
Of Quantrill’s carnage, powder-smoke and flames.
He wasn’t who he said—
He wasn’t Jesse James, long dead
But something gaudier and grander yet
Imposter-champion none can forget.
Fast admission
Then confession
Trust completion
Regrets and tears
Heartfelt fears
Cries no one hears
Embarrassment and pain
Shames only gain
dazed is main
Helpless Cries
Unanswered whys
Forgetting Tries
Overcoming compromise
Changing mesmerize
Sustaining fortifies
Form:
Seams burst
the flatulent
filled blubber
seeps out
drowns out
the hope I once had
rips itself from the
confines
of a world that
impresses
and dresses
its people in
slim lifeless
shapes
and exposes
scared faces
shocked
at what they shouldn’t see
at what the mirror sees
and shames away from
All you bottom dwellers
Come up from the sellers
~
And rise above the plain
Come up from above it
~
The shames
The pains
Those reprimands
Make them distance
~
Don't remain
Below sustain
~
Come up and walk
be strong and talk
rise up above it ...
4/7/20
Written words James Edward Lee Sr 2020
In life
When elephants fight
A flower dies
So my son what they putted in your mind
to blow up me
the bullet isn't killer
son
but your hate
son
A terror
You feel shames
That's why
you walks in shadows
And hides in cave
And u wears this turban on face
hey my son
they pulled out
your heart
And replaced
with bomb
Hey shabab
where is my son?
In life
When elephants fight
A flower dies
So my son what they putted in your mind
to blow up me
the bullet isn't killer
son
but your hate
son
A terror
You feel shames
That's why
you walks in shadows
And hides in cave
And u wears this turban on face
hey my son
they pulled out
your heart
And replaced
with bomb
Hey shabab
where is my son?
those dead-ends are just around the corner
where deep calls to deep,
that infinite-in just beyond where we sleep,
in that dream we don't have any names,
no games, no blames, neither waxes nor wanes,
no hell of flames, no self-deprecating shames,
a place where we'll all happily greet,
in a tunnel vision where all dead-ends meet
As your fingers run down me
my body is hot
Like a smoldering fire
and I am the moth
An out of control fire
Uninhibited, untamed
It teases and taunts me
discovering my many hidden shames
As the fire grows bigger, the heat more intense
It laughs as I beg
It dares me close
Inviting me in
The truth is my love
I don't want it to stop
Dear Victory Girl from the bay or [dock]
I knew you'd be beautiful
for the sake of the decline...let hedonism take its toll...
Just so I Can Forget
How do you smile like that?
I'm bleeding gallons thinking of your face.
My most sincere pains,shames,claims,and thought about pet names, lie with you
signed-
Unused,and abused
They mingle over the mangle,
bicker over the bike,
and how I lost
my life.
They scuttle around the scooter,
whisper ‘who does he know?’
as I’m sprawled out,
alone.
My face is crushed with crusty blood,
dust shames my bone-white shirt-
I don’t mean to
disturb.
I watch them as they walk away,
the bike goes for repair.
They know there’s life in that bike yet,
not in my stony stare.
No need for them
to care.
Form:
Sometimes i can't get them all out
Sometimes they get jubmled orruninto
eachother
f**k if i could write a scream
i would burst every ear
Write of love freed of hate
The shapes of regret
unspeakable makes me frown
Shames reflect
i Know where the jugular is in the neck
The parting of
her perfect needs
Cause a tear
leave these pages floating
on the water world revealed
as the ink DISso...lv.e..............s
Swiftly moving water washing away his sin,
memories of the last time plaguing me once again.
A child’s sweet innocence, ripped away in vain,
endlessly hiding the deeds, eternally hiding the pain.
Never let the others see the guilt suspended deep within,
when asked what is the matter force an outward grin.
Tell not of this dirty secret for the shames to much to bear,
Let the water wash away the filth and pretend it was not there.
In a little town, where stories flew,
Lies and whispers, oh so untrue,
People gossip, secrets they betray,
Drama's stage, where troubles play.
Fingers point, friendships break,
Trust gets lost, for goodness' sake,
But let's choose kindness, let's be wise,
In truth and trust, our spirits rise.
In this world of tales and games,
We'll shine bright, not play those shames,
With honesty and love, we'll see,
Gossip's grip will set us free.
The innocuous white powder;
those dusty crumbs,
sniffed off distorted, glass mirrors
reflect images not his own.
Straight up or cut down,
it shames the weak
and weakens the poor.
Cracked up or cranked out,
oozing from a crusty nose,
dripping from his blank stare,
in eyes too blind to see that this
is the residue of his LIFE;
leftovers from the best parts of him;
refuse, ruins, pieces and particles that
can't
be blown away!
Missles flying in the sky, as drought and plight reside
Hungry, homeless, love lost souls, beckoning the writhe
Terror rises, HAARP sounds off, money, lawyers, greed
Man shames death as wars are fought, with unending, dying, pleas
Yet peace is kept by mighty hand with commonality
Feeding those against our foes most unholy diety
Time heals wounds gained in jest beginning, living, and confessions relieved
SEVEN FOR CHAOS AND ORDER-Dichotomy 1/29/2017