So many
So many thoughts
So many days
So many times,
So often I've tried
So, I quit
So, what!
So do I care, of course
So, do you
So, now we both do
So, I guess I'm just...
So, so
So, what!
So is everyone else
So, you see
So often I've tried
So many times,
So many days
So many thoughts
So many
Mindreader - So What
When I'm
Embarrassed...
I Think
I'm Reading
Everyone's
Mind.
Ooooooooo...
Scary!
-Gray Squirrel
10-05-2024
My wife is a poet and I am not,
She creates with her pen, I use robot!
She doesn’t know the truth,No! not a hint,
I don’t look in her eyes, lest reads a glint!
She picks topics at random to challenge,
by night ready poetry is for exchange,
if she wins, in different room I stay,
If I win, wow, wow! then I have my way!!
many topics she chose every Sunday,
to keep me away from favourite play!
many times came close to losing, oh, my!
If I had not used my friend, the AI!
Every evening she reads her’s with passion,
With certainty of win, no compassion!
It is then in slow slow voice I read mine,
so far the AI has worked, all is fine!!
So then, those of you, who hate the AI,
I say to you, What is it to you? Why?
If not for the robot who helps me out,
I will be sleeping alone, have no doubt!
She could in the chamber resume
Her role holding off pending doom
Dianne Feinstein is fit
In the Senate to sit
If her body we’d only exhume
So what if I am a lonely heart
A soul untethered broken in parts
A complex stream of unimagined
Physically I am alone,
My flesh, heart, body not belonged
But president is set
I am never alone in Jesus
~
My Father God has shown
He gives me companionship
You, see In HIM Elohim I am
Never mine spirit not alone
A soul untethered broken in parts
A complex stream of unimagined
So what if I am a lonely heart
12/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
The naysayers are going to "nay,"
So why are you concerned with what they
think or say?
They're just doing their job,
And some are quite good at it...
Remember you had a glorious destiny
Before they had an opinion.
So please never forget--
To forget would be tragic;
Knowing you never unleashed that God-given magic.
It was given to you,
So you must see it through.
Yes, by being true to yourself--
And no worries; you have all the help.
So...
So, what, they give you the evil eye?
Stay true and remember your "why."
So what if they launch scurrilous attacks and
Act jealous?
It's okay because truth shines in darkness like a
waxing gibbous
So what they throw lemons at your feet
Step on them and then pick 'em up and make
Lemonade that's cold and sweet
So.... So.... So.... What?
The stage has been set; the time is now. So strut!
So, what is poetry?
A fond hobby? A dear pastime?
For some, inclined thusly, it is the
cliche' “My bread and butter” –
for others, to be sure, more a
journey toward spiritual discovery...
seeking enhanced enlightenment – desire
to make transparent man's multi
dimensional shell of physical enclosure –
personifying a mortal's deepest need to ascertain
his Divine source, by looking down the tree,
beyond the soil entrenched root
of man's bony, sentient spine...
So, what is poetry? It is a place
where the poet travels to both cleanse
and play – a candle when needed
for the night...and a salve to help
when doing bout
with a blistering day....
This place has become a safe haven and refuge
in these trying times.
I come here, and I'm able to laugh in spite
all of the chaos happening worldwide.
I find strength when I feel weak.
I find encouragement when I'm feeling down.
I find inspiration in something much bigger
than me.
So when I come here and see people getting
bullied and harassed, I have a problem with
that.
It ticks me off; we have too much crap going
on outside.
Listen up; we all have opinions that differ from
others. SO WHAT.
It doesn't give you the right to bully or insult
anyone.
Can you please do me a favor and keep your
mouth closed.
This is not the place for unnecessary drama.
At the end of the day, it's all about poetry;
Anything else that happens from a shared
love and appreciation for poetry is a bonus.
Alexis Y.
02/6/2021
I saw a woman in the lobby
try to steal my mail
I said, "Hey there, China Doll
You ought to go to jail"
Said, "What's your name?"
She answered, "So"
I replied, "So, what?"
She shot back, "So Sue Mi"
~ Methinks that she is nuts
Portia, My Funny Valentine sighs Kind of Blue in Green 'Round Midnight.
(A little tribute to Miles D)
see the way i drag yooooooou into
my more bid drizzles
As if to share a secret
I twist ?? words
leather bands entwined
mask ornate hide rancid
of thoughts-of thoughts-of thoughts-of thoughts
was that a train of thought or a train of of thoughts
Anywhens
making an Oppenheimer drop
Burn my shadow to the rock
I'm outta
as if i was ever here
Imagine i would have killed myself that night
without grabbing a pencil or even putting up a fight.
I feel like my life has gone from the dark to the light,
But from the light to the dark would be kind of a scary sight
Those nights and days wishing that i died
cause i was so young i didnt know what it meant to be alive.
I felt broken at times
lies that i told made me question my simplest lines.
But im tryna be better as a human
but i cant be better with all these people assumeing.
What i call a friend makes me unsettle
life will crush you when you soft like a rose pettle
I often ask myself why im on a higher level
Meanwhile i was low cause i was doing my own thing like a rebel.
So what if I drift today?
Anyway people have nothing to say—
that is, if one doesn’t have this
sense or the boldness
to admit this, too,
whatever others’ deepness,
is itself a part of the stroll
we call experience.
Its Not Just You and Not Just Me – So What is Reality – To Even Being Happy
It’s not really such a mystery
That the truth is lost from you and me
Because we both believe
All of life’s prophecies
Such as,
What will be, will just then be
Or that we can control our own destinies
So that’s you and I all said and done
As we are both not really very kind
We both just stick to our own alma mater
Not really engaging with all that matter’s
As well as not considering others
The same though applies to all mankind
But not the ones that never knew
Because we, that's me and you, take a stand
or a different point of view
My own gift though would truly be
To give to all humanity
At least some reality
To be as happy as can be
I just wish that I knew
I also wish that you know to
Whatever that can ever be
So please can you at least tell me
How to make happy a reality
DAMO
so what
is this loss
flowers for
my girl
at no cost
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