Sore Poems

Swollen Sore Heart

I've amassed a fair number of brown South Asian lovers.
In my mind I revisit one whom I slept with beneath covers,
As my swollen sore heart began beating ever sadder.

Painful Reveal

Your recent reveal was a sad steal
of all I knew.
My memory now bleeds severely
making days blue.
My world shattered and scattered
across the floor.
Something dying is out loud crying
aching and sore.
Your truth so grilling it is piercing
the past I saw.
Now that I am bruised by your news
I am plain raw.

Feeling a fragile head from words said
I’m torn

Complex Change

It seems like the old you and now are different.
The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same.
Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny,
Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny.

The old you that laughed genuinely,
A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby.
A walk that looked

Cold Sore

The oligarchy but an orgy 
We’ve never kissed a toad so warty
Hoping for a prince
Puckered with a wince
While they make the sieg heil sporty



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I'd advise no'

British troops in Ukraine.? Well they are already there.' 
Whats starners game? As peace keepers they could be
Hit' that would derail things I'm sure of it.' To much
Resources already have been drained.' Leave well enough
Alone..I would think if any really care in the main.?

EYES SORE SOUL RECALLS TEARS SO SHED--SOUL AS MINE EYE’S MY SOUL SHED TEARS

Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;
Stained raining forth shadowing grows.
Flows aloft, a top my minds membrane;
This be new day dawning
 
Sometime placement now
This new provisions shroud
Standing outside of time
Yet holding inside of time
 Remember the former things

Soul as mine eye’s my soul shed tears;

 I don’t remember the former things;
 Yet I do?

SORE THAT I LOVE HER- SURELY I SO DO LOVE HER-

Ever so
Sore that I love her
Does she truly, truly know?
That I love her
Abundantly, activated and actively
Honestly
So ever do I love her?
More than spoken life in the words
I love her
I show her
I love her for she’s Gods daughter
Sore I love her
Truly, truly love her
For mine actions speak life beyond my words


2/21/24
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.

Sore I soar so soul that I LOVE thee-

So I love thee
Sure I love you
Such that I love you
Surely, on point that I love you

But I shall always
Bearing always
Boasting I shall
Be ever and always present in...

I love thee
I love you
In-envisioning positioning


But I shall always
Bearing always
Boasting I shall
Be ever and always present in...


So I love thee
Sure I love you
Such that I love you
Surely, on

Sore Heart

All I can think of, is the million different ways...
that you will try to screw me over.
And I can't change my mind.
I've got the worst kind.
Sabotaging,
Anticipating,
Spiraling,
Catastrophizing.
I don't think Love is for me.
It always comes with pain.
Even when good and healthy,
my mind still thinks this way.
Ruminating.
Contemplating...
in disbelief.
But, still believing.
Warned you once, and then twice. Then again
and

The bane of a cold sore inside my mouth

The bane of a cold sore inside my mouth

Sent my smooching life south,
whereby I felt like poor Georgie Porgie,
pudding and pie,
who kissed the girls and made them cry.

The medical term for cold sores,
Herpes Labialis, refers
to the Herpes virus Type 1 (HSV-1)
that most often causes these sores,
though Herpes virus Type 2 (HSV-2)
less often can also be

Sore I Love Thee- Oh! How I Love Thee-

Sore I love thee;
Thee so I do love;
Every bit of thee;
Soul hungers breathes;
For impart you, your valued heart dove;

Soul dearest heart;
I love every part;
of the insides of you;
Dear one love, oooh;
Sore I love thee- Oh! How I love thee so I do
I shall love thee

So humbly hued;
Keeping your heart;
Which belongs totally to God all part;


So

What My Day Was Like and Why My Feet Are Sore

What My Day Was Like And Why My Feet Are Sore

I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, 
down this trail into oblivion.
gasping at the light, the beams 
spinning and from thin air
a melody, not the kind you think
more of a stomping the gourd
and drinking myself under
two crowns and my head spins off
whistling Dixie

Sore Throat

Bhai shoru me tum meray mun me daltay thay,
Shayad yehi vajah say mera gala kharab rehta.
Note.Bhai throat fukiing is unkind please stop it.

Weeping Wound

Life ain't no bed of roses
We're not destined to 
drown in a pit of despair
Aguish is unknown until flesh
grazes a blade of barbed brair

A prickle that pricks
A nettle that nicks and
stings my gaping gore
A scab I scratch and pick
My heart...a naked sore

The pain of a plant's pike
Poison seeping through my pores
Miss Ivy takes her effect
Toxins

Fibromyalgia

and then buzzing starts below skin
shocks shoot along veins

I hold my arm 
a different pain today

it buckles the knee 
grinds the shoulder
it burns the elbow
gnaws the hip

I rub my back
a deep breath and sigh 
ricochets ribcage-aches like children 
playing at pinball machines

another new pain today
another old pain tomorrow
the everywhere everyday unsurprising surprise

and a spasm grips

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