Sometime Poems - Poems about Sometime

1. To Fly My father was an admiral, and so I joined the Navy. Back in fifty-eight to be a pilot seemed the way to go: ship-sailors were committed to a crate. Scrub decks? Paint rusting gunwales? That’s a ‘no’. The Skyhawk was my weapon (and my fate!) 2. Rubicon Crossing Some nations follow rainbows, I am told: we thought, in Vietnam, ‘search and...

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Your bedroom with a garden view Includes a view to the field Here we are, looking through Leaning on the window sill It’s calm, the early dusk hour My favorite time has come I sense the smell of every flower I breathe the tune you hum Down in the sitting room Comes Pippa to lick your face She’s jealous, you say, and the fume Of...

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Sometimes I listen to my lofi on low. Sometimes I listen to phonk on high. Most of the time I bask in a moonlit glow. Most of the time I bask in the midnight sky. Some days I just wanna really die. Some days I just want people to know. Most days I actually just want to cry. Most days I actually...

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Would you meet me sometime At the space in between The corner of reckless schism And the street of broken dreams? I just covet a good word or two – So long as we break silence – And I will collect an echo Then leave and recommence....

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Taunted by luxury, a life of ease. I struggled to utter the words, “sir, please”? I’d become distraught by my circumstance. I saw no way alone; I could advance. I knew the time in my life had now come, To lose my ego, ask help from someone. With all my money, I’d still have to ask, Or accept my failure at this...

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SOMETIME HOPE Sometime in an epoch not too distant from here Where seas are calmer and people care about each other And not their pocketbooks or bank accounts We will have peace Somewhere in time there may be absolution but not if it is dreamt of by misanthropes who begin wars and make victims of us all yet, even then, the...

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words forth coming--...

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She was the envy of the other roaches, for her marvelous house. They were jealous of her pink high heeled shoe, especially a louse. He was angry because he could not slide into his own soft little bed. She was thrilled he was jealous, for he was arrogant and not well-bred. Can we visit? The lady bugs asked for...

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Though we live in "high society" You may not see real things in your blinded sobriety; Subliminal messages are all around us Out of the box thinkers are ones who found us. Life should be all about morals an beloved things that are true; The blindfold around our minds grew and grew They make fake theory's claiming that they...

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I love to let my mind wander in the morning…while I walk the streets alone… I never know where it will lead me…you might say my mind has a mind of its own. Sometimes it leads to my friends, my children, my grandchildren…my wife. other times it leads to God, love, war, hate or other mysteries of life. Then...

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There’s a clock on the wall And it’s not moving The sun rains the clouds are moved A non-moving clock doesn’t mean times standing still Sweats running off my face I’m perspiring Daylight turns dark, it’s it is now night Waters toils rivers flow Just because the clock on the wall Stalls and the hands are not moving I do be believing Though! The hands...

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I believe in everything. But then again, sometimes I cannot fathom believing the beliefs, gets bewildering. (06.01.2022)...

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Someday Sometime David J Walker If my dreams pretend to have seen you in a then before we are us then who was it I was looking for unless I knew the faceless you when we were Much younger Living apart as children do Every day in The same city And certainly we Crossed paths on a Silent street seeing each other Reminded of a someone...

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Dawn tangerine dream; Make shift altar; Domineering sceams; While yet afar off; Antique lace racket space; Dreams afar lost; Leagues of amazing grace; Happiness is... Not always clear nor fair Sometimes it's a nightmare 11/24/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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If infinity has no finality - sometime later may never arrive! written July 20, 2021...

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