Short Transitioned Poems
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F.COHERENT CLOSE-UPS-:-
disrupt
unified
tones
vaguely
precise
to CREATE TRANSITIONED
deciphered
dissolved
miraged
sourced
illusions
once LOST IN MIST
glimmering
tactile
motifs
silhouetted
celestials
I am walking but my feet not moving
I am talking but you can't hear me
I'm I alive, are you dead
We are not on the same plain
You see I've transitioned
You're left here
8/7/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
A door that must be opened for all to go through,
An encounter that stands in wait for everyone,
None can tell how close we are to the door,
Time brings us near to this encounter,
A fate that is on man's trail,
Like seasons, we are transitioned.
April 5, 2022.
Bite Size Poem # 41 Poetry Contest.
People who are on a mission
Trying to build their reputation
By shooting photos of stars on vacation,
Or maybe at some exhibition.
On possessing these famous faces
They quickly run to several marketplaces
Hoping to rake in millions of transitioned president faces
Then they lay back feeling like photography aces.
Form:
the unconscious a source of images&action in disguise& gesture with slips of tongue interpreted with simile& metaphor of libidinal desire listening to the unsound made loud out of view of id&ego impulses exposed as universal symbols in the repository of memory by the fiction of dream&myth transitioned into the realm of reality
After she climaxed, I reached for my pen to jot down the impossible
What was then the improbable transitioned into my truth
In awe of my previous experiences
She lies comfortablely by my hip
Shocked but pleasantly surprised by her athleticism
This was the championship round and she was victorious
Surrealism is my current reality
My flesh and blood
refused to follow me
refused the notion of the flood
fought for right, not for me
Duty served
country proud
Now we two sons confess
we have transitioned to the dress
Father hid all the witnesses
to the truth of his two creations
from the watchtower he decried
the beauty, compassion and love
all he derides
From the first moment I laid eyes on her, my vision was forever changed
Deep thoughts to impress a shallow woman
Drowning within her lipid pools of water
Eye contact has transitioned from glance to stare
Little did I know, her true identity was quite insidious
Toxic to my immune system, she contaminated me
Now I am left with a former shell of myself
Looks are quite deceptive!
I traipse my fingers delicately across spiralled letters of each written word and dated times
The clumsily transitioned Thoughts are transferred on to pages full of Passion and expressive rhyme.
Splattered,stained and ink spilled journal, with it's torn ridge spine ,misspellings and crooked lines ,
Reading the moment a daydreaming story teller and her poetic adventures began, such beginnings were mine
We all rally; trying to fix her.
None of us were experts, and now we are screaming
That we are
I know the most about this, my brother is a nurse
I know how to fix her, my sister is a doctor
I am the mother of eighteen, I should lead the way
She lies on the pavement, unmoving.
Blinking her eyes for the last time.
We were so busy arguing that none of us noticed.
She quietly transitioned
On her own,
glad to make her escape.
It’s not that I didn’t want
to be a wild thing,
It’s not that I didn’t want
to make his heart sing,
but I was just too young
in 1966,
still playing Barbie dolls
who were homeless
and lived with trolls,
and Midge One-Of-Two
transitioned into Ken
because Barbie needed him
to make everything groovy~
like flower power,
bell-bottom jeans
and my first transistor radio.
Inspired by “Wild Thing” as sung by The Troggs
Jealousy
Ego
Envy
Green Eyed Monster
All of these
Insecurities
And human malaise
Are and reside
Deep way down
Inside my
Black Tar Soul Heart
Unless I choose
To address them
With the exact same
Jealousy
Ego
Envy
&
Green Eyed Monster
I have come to expect and count on
From myself before
That pains me to my very core
Since I first transitioned from a
Boy to a man child
Unless I crave regret
Forbidden nectar taste so sweet
She smiles as I play in her garden of eden
Her lips pucker anxiously, but her face remains completely still
Body grabs have escalated dramatically
Slow and steady has transitioned into aggressively rapid
She is the completion of a strenuous journey
To go where many have only dreamed
Selective service of pleasure
Duty calls for the firm and rigid soldier
Playing civilian, she salutes for her commanding officer
Yes Sir!
Tomorrow Is A Transition
Miracle Man
1/2/2023
I’ve always accepted life the way God has cast,
thinking the bus called tomorrow was on it’s way.
My tomorrow transitioned into present, then past,
for once tomorrow arrived it became my today.
I had spent time waiting for a bus that never came,
causing me to make sounds like a loud tree cricket.
For when tomorrow arrived it sported a new name,
I’d waited for a bus without the price of a ticket.
A light shines brighter than the northern star
The brightness illuminates my heart
No longer do I feel darkness
My perspective is shifted to mirror ambition
With my new outfit, I embark on my journey
Lost within vibrancy & saturation, my mood transitioned
An understanding of subjects that eluded me
Blurry vision is now crystal clear
Taking in the outside ambiance with a heart full of content
Calmness flows through my veins
Light, my day is a result of your presence