for Mom
Finishing the game
you left unfinished today
when you left life hurriedly,
though you have left me
your gentle spirit lingers
like velvet catching my tears.
Never again to know fresh air,
Combing worms from my matted hair.
No one remains who’d ever care —
Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire.
I must escape the sun’s harsh glare,
Tread carefully down crumbling stair,
Descend into my crypt just there,
Where I sit alone in dark despair.
Upon my ancient worm-eaten chair,
Inside my vaulted charnel house lair,
Such a sad and accursed affair —
Never to rest, always aware.
This kind of death is so unfair:
No converse, no song, no whispered prayer.
A thousand lifetimes in disrepair,
Unattended, solus, solitaire.
Harshest sentence beyond compare,
Caught in this endless undeath snare.
Naught to do but eternity stare —
And comb the damn worms from my hair.
Three cards left, my solitaire
Didn't add up, as usual
I kept on thinking, if you are there
A new day comes like crucial
Cause it is January the first
A very start of year
And I’m tormented by thirst
To see you soon, my dear
How do you feel, I need to know
I need to see you near
Cause when I’m here all alone
I’m struggling with my fear
When I’m without you, my soul
My solitude condense
Thus into sensless games I fall
Until you bring the sense.
Love is a common weather
Covers entire body with feather
Stick to each other like glue
Like a duck to water flow
Like a flower like a dream
LIke leaf in flowing stream
Does not look on its frailties
But rejoice to its victories.
After smoking up along edge of parking lot sidewalk,
I sat in car, turned AC on, started playing cards on dashboard,
Solitaire means solitude doesn't have to be a bore.
Cards on hand
Numbers and Faces
Two colors not blonde
Kins that bond
Form in lines
Like bordelines
Round or Chinky
Winky or rinky
Question you asked
Answered or basked
Last card in line
Tossed or flipped
End of the line
There is nothing worse
being close to everyone !
but not with yourself
Life can be like playing a game of solitaire
Nothing gained, nothing lost in the end,
Time comes when we go without a prayer.
Sometimes we wonder if we have a friend
When no one responds to our deepest need
Nothing gained, nothing lost in the end.
All around we observe selfishness and greed,
Especially among those who have great power,
When no one responds to our deepest need.
In the bleakest of times we can pluck a flower
Or, see beauty in nature, frequently neglected,
Especially among those who have great power.
From birth, life has been what we least expected
Who can know what’s hidden in the future,
Or, see beauty in nature, frequently neglected?
Considering all, we are but a fated creature,
Moving in a strange milieu beyond ethereal fair
Who can know what’s hidden in the future?
Time comes when we go without a prayer.
Written March 31, 2022
Wolf solitaire
howling
in the lonesome night...
whom you howl
dismal wolf ?
The loneliness!?
I wash my hands
My mind yet dirty
I wash my feet
My heart hard as stone
I in a crowd yet I'm still alone
1/4/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©
playing
with a full
deck but getting
upset
that the
Queen follows
the
king
because
in
the
real
game
the joker
is always
taken out
topaz solitaire
set with eight opals
favorite ring ever
diamond is long gone
or not, no interest
Blue jewelry my favorite
It should never be the ring.
It should be the guy
Sometimes you
Do
Not
Even
Need
Jewelry....
It doesn’t
come natural
to me
I wish it did
I wish I were
but
a team player
I’m not
never learned
wish I did
wish I had
I prefer
to do it all
on my own
I wish I didn't
but always will
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Deck in my hand any day
Hey hon, lets play 31 I say
not now, not my thing, not today, I'm busy
solitaire is all I see
Another deck shuffled faraway
alone, 31 is the game they play
learns how, keeps playing, hours fade away, made her school girl giddy
solitaire is all I see
10:43:26 AM
And ten weeks later
You'd be gone
But your socks
Are still here
You looked so bad when you left
Barefoot without a care,
Solitaire
The blanket you wore
You had sworn you'd tear
Before you'd leave again
All tattered and alone
Without a thought for your own
Pursued by thrushes
And their beautiful song
A gem by it's lonesome
Solitaire
Let well enough alone
The disquieting emotion
Of your isolation
Your unequalled proofs
Of provocations
Considered seperatly
Things are never
Of the same class
Solitaire
No displacement of egos
Along your trail
To go next your steps
No devotee gaining on you
No toting any trappings
And your back subtracted
Into the unsettling downpour
The colors of your cover fading
Solitaire
Bedcloths and linens
Wear dull the drifter
Prompted by airs
And your socks
Are still there
As if an advertisement
For the grandstand
Of your departure
Solitaire
So long to former discourse
Recoiling without answers
According to pattern
No more, the grand tour
For pegs on a board
Extinct and flightless
No long goodby
Forever distracted
Solitaire.
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