Short Singly Poems

Intro
"Yet I am whole yet alone to know me I'm loving-caring bout' humanity singly being blessed by a ONE"

5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©...

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Let you be many
For unite undying soul
Let many be you
We, all for single 
Another and for other
Singly an atom
Beginning to end
Micro cosmic for macro
Single strength for whole
For universe we’re
In the metamorphosis
Form of almighty power
To keep balance in-out life


-November 26, 2018 Chattogram...

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“I came, I saw, I conquered.”
Should that now be my motto?

Was given a “Temple” Tour,
Like Nebuchadnezzar we RETURNED!

We repeatedly take what was 
Shown to us that day, bit by bit!

Pirates and Buccaneers ????? we
Became, O see! We want, we want!

From then on either in a Group 
Or singly, we repeatedly Returned!

I came, I saw, I plundered!”
God knows that this is Wrong!...

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Leaving my son's house, a rain-burst had just passed.

At the edge of the wood, contrasted against dark clouds,
A single tree stood glowing.

Wet in the sun’s rays, its leaves shimmering in the breeze.
A feather in the forest glowing,
Singly.

Brightly shining yellow green,
A cottonwood applauds the coming of the rains.
Waving glimmering in rain rays, wet enlightening.
Reminding me to dance in the sun....

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How I missed thy blessing(s)
Divine and much amazing

Though you were not here
I yearned for thy boon ever

Not a singly day was spent
Without remembering thee my Saint

Finally I got you today
Of course I have made hay

Delightful mien in pink attire
Has boosted me to verse like fire

Such a glorious Goddess you are
Please never be so far..!

Thy virtual wishes are vital
For my very survival..!!...

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To The Begging Blind
Be squarely kind:
The ones walking our streets lined
But also those doing it singly
And sort of acting kingly!

The Blind also battling with a limp
And The Ones who seem A Pimp,
Never them to a halt grind
Nor to a spot with stories bind;
In their front leading, not behind
Their guide pretend you’d signed
And their alms release like one fined …

With The Begging Blind
Deal with an open mind....

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IF IT WASN’T FOR POETRY

If it wasn’t for poetry, I’d be free
Not a reluctant slave to my muse
Yet with just one occasional verse
The universe suddenly is focussed
Words that singly lacked meaning
Can combine and multiply emotion
Such that it made one draw breath
Seeing a glimpse of something real
That would not otherwise be born
Nor inspire some unknown reader
Perhaps even unaware of the craft
With a link across time and space
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The rain fell steady on the roof
While I lay awake next to her.
Her slumbered sounds while fast asleep
Had scored a midnight symphony:
Each drop of rain from heaven fell
Made sounds like strings on violins
Each tightly strung and singly tuned
Awaiting for the slightest cue.
A flash, then thunder from the clouds
Commenced the orchestrally sounds
Of euphonic respiration's
And the strings of condensation
Played for an audience of one:
Dreamy arrangements envisioned....

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