Short Weans Poems

summer hasn't 
been here in more than 60 days
winter weans its path

1/25/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©...

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When i grow old i will be glad
of the five braw weans im blessed to have
Gordon my oldest wise for his years
Kelly shes bolder but inside theres tears
Ashly my nightmare but i love her to bits
Sean has a laugh that has me in fits
Natasha the baby the wee cuty pie
I hope when she's older she gets a good guy
they are all so good looking no one can deny
and their all the apple of this mothers eye...

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Life sucks.
Plucks you from your mother's belly
Weans, silks your skin, 
Fondly toys with you 
and grows you.

Life sucks.
Slyly beguiles you 
To mate, create,
Spit out your genes.
In moments of sin or folly.

Life sucks.
Soon, too soon, it pounces.
And plays a while,
Scratches out your eyes,
Crumples your bones.

Life Sucks.
Finally tiring of you
Life licks out your soul 
With greedy slurps,
Smacks its lips, then burps!...

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Unwittingly she gives him
the password to her heart.

There is freedom in love,
selfish is not a definition.

A bird flies from its mother's nest
and a baby weans from its mother's breast.

He tells her
that her dreams are reserved for heaven.

Her years age bitter
as she communes with fermented spirits
in her cellar
without time left
to wait for change.

Only her ashes will soar now
and she prays
that they will sprout
liberty wings....

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