Short Versions Poems
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(V1) She mastered fatigue like a bible that hadn't opened for awhile
(V2) Like a bible that hadn't opened for awhile she mastered fatigue
Elon Musk,
slipped into Universe 12 to borrow a spare quantum-flux;
returned with three versions of himself in tow,
each insisting they were the one who’d invented tomorrow.
Nestled
within
monumental
versions
of herself,
among
nights
spent
losing
doctrines,
she forgets
devout
habits
for love
because
fire
speaks
back
to
her.
SPRING is...
Sunshine
Petals
Rosebuds
Insects
Newness
Green!
SPRING is...
Sudden sunshine,
Pretty petals,
Red roses,
Insect itches
New nests,
Green grass growing...
It's so nice to meet a really nice person
In this day and age of negative versions
If you think it out
What life's all about
Coffee will be necesary before it worsens
A cluttered mess of random pieces
Multicolored multitudes
The many versions of you
Fitting perfectly together in brilliant patterns with each turn
Becoming more beautiful as the light flows in
absent being
claiming deliverance
even fearful gratitude
has its jaws knitting lies
mimicking, never opening
prying questions, rigid statements
tallying up versions
Xanadu waits (for you)
In all aspects to respect children to old men.One is learning and the other is forgotten this world.Those all not in courtesy the children and the old men not I belong,in prophet Muhammad’s versions!
A dandy I’m not, although I’m named Beau
Waiting to date you, I’m end of the queue.
Believe me I ain’t
A devil or saint
But gladly I’ll be both versions for you.
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Nature is filled with such perfect views,
there’s no beach day that has a twin.
Wispy versions of the waves
transform to mavericks
with a coming storm.
Feast of whitecaps
plays so hard
then falls
flat.
Bermuda triangle
Is bizzare
Oh look! I think I found a car
*the above written by 10 year old*
Bermuda triangle
Phenomenal curvature
A natural force of mystery
*this one by me. I think the 10 year def won:))
Metaphors
Often seen
As new aha's
In searching
Journeys..new
More satisfying
Versions of
A story..
These are
Many
Mushrooming
Uncontrolled
Arisings of new
Searches for
Emptiness...
masked the winters wind
torrid blows covering the...
naked skins of them
~
humanity cold
frozen speechless versions of
winter solstice frost
2/3/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
I'm really tired
I've got to go
Hope that I didn't
Steal the show
Sleep was elusive
Most of last night
I won't even fly a kite
I'll dream and dream
Happy thoughts of soup
So many versions
So many flukes
What about you
Form:
superficial
don't delve deep
within
focus on
the external
surface
no need to
go any further
limite knowladge
no need to get to know
the inner person
no need to get to know
the past versions of self
who truly cares
anyways
Seventy five pounds
Aloe, Myrrh, linen wrapped
him.
Joseph's own, new tomb
One hundred pound weight
Aloe, Myrrh—linen wrapped
him.
Joseph's own, new tomb
Two versions I've seen.
There's yet another version.
Does't really matter?
The version you had of me
Never existed
Just an illusion
You created.
The story never ends
I exist in different shades
Hidden behind masks
Or wearing tinted glasses.
Mind games
Spells to entice
Cards played right
A hidden fire ignites.
one way or another
everything will just
end up finding it's
way back to were
it all began
back to the
point when
alternate
versions of
the self will
meet up
once more
to try and
improve upon
the past and fail
each and every time
in the end
AUTUMN is...
Apples,
Umbrellas,
Trees
Un-leafing,
Moonlit
Nights.
AUTUMN is...
Apples, crisp and sweet;
Umbrellas up in the rain;
Trees turning red, gold, orange;
Untamed leaves that dance;
Marrows and pumpkins ripening;
Nests now empty – some fall...
Letters are skinned
in the memory
by whose hands
they work with them...
even versions
from the folds of the soul....
tear the physical body
through the portals of feelings
housed in the recondite...
So they practice all the time
to give birth to life poem... !
I slept in vision,
Wake up with a mission,
Of different versions,
The version to fulfill my vision,
he mission to uphold my vision,
The mission to make it in life,
The vision of excellence,
The versions of success,
…Integrity and landmark,
A footprint in a globe.
why are we
playing a game
of emotional
keep away
where the new
versions of the self
are standing outside
of the cycle trying to
keep emotional attachments
away from the old versions
of the self which are standing
trapped within the cycle of time
gone by
SUMMER is...
Swimming,
Unwinding,
Melting
Moments.
Enjoy it.
Relax...
SUMMER is...
Swimming
Under a wide blue sky;
Munching
Many mangoes;
Eating melting ice-cream before it drips on my belly;
Running barefoot on burning sands all the way back to the hot hot car.
Bravery and fear
not either or
But versions of…
Valor and shame
brought heretofore
Mixed pieces of…
A riddle to confound
the poet’s mum
As glory weds disdain…
Courage and fear
not zero-sum
But oft times look the same
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
maureen
wrote that she
would be larry if
she were a stooge
most like
curly not to
be confused
by curly joe or
at least
two other
versions of
him even just
joe
but
maureen
you can't be
larry or even
if you wanted
to be as i would
shemp for you are
already
Mo
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