Day breaks and days ends
And days spends, away ahh!
Quiet nights depends
Lonely hearts in vain
There's a shadow of doubt
Behind, this world of pain
A light of love all about
Lonely hearts in vain
Quiet nights, lonely hearts
Silent.\nDays of morning souls
Had to come see the start
The quiet nights , those whispers with the wind
And when I think of all the lonely heart in the world within
I say to myself God , I love him
I think the world of him
Pear trees blossoming from farm to farm
I stand here alone , but awaiting his embrace arm to arm
Quiet nights and lonely heart
Bring past memory of days we've part
Quiet nights and lonely hearts
Depended on love my friend
There is a shadow of doubt
Behind the world of pain
A light of love all about
Lonely hearts in vain
Day breaks and days ends
And days spend away
Quiet nights depends
On lonely hearts at bay
7/12/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
To go within
is to delve
with the within of things
that matter hides inside
and spends a lifetime
trying to gather enough
to be become conscious
and know that it knows
and able to be visible.
So this is how it ends
Not with darkness
With exhaustion
For billions of years
I mistook burning for living
I gave away pieces of myself
So gradually it looked like light
They looked up at me and called it beautiful
No one called it loss
Planets build their lives around my certainty
Measure time by my arrival
Never noticing that every sunrise costs me
And yet
If I were to begin again, I would still choose to shine
What is a star if not a thing that spends itself so something else can grow
The darkness waits at the edge of me now
Patient
Ancient
Hungry
But I am not afraid
I have lived a thousand lives inside the eyes that looked up
And when I finally go
The light will keep travelling long after I’m gone
A final reminder that endings are rarely where things end
Bear always went overboard, spending money
It made his wife crazy, his girl, his honey
He has bought food supplies for winter she said
We hibernate! He does not need to be fed!
He bought a scarf, boots, striped mittens and a comforter too.
He bought a snazzy down-lined coat in azure blue.
Bears do not need these things, but he will not listen.
He even bought a snow angel with hair that glistens!
The scariest cowgirl this side of Texas West
shows up on Halloween always looking her best
Ready for an eve of trick-or-treating and candy-eating
She spends the night too, hungering for good Day-of-the-dead-seating
We see her sometimes as she crawls out of her crypt
She has one of those twangs and a lazy cowgirl script
We can hear the wind whistling through her stark white bones
She reminds me of rodeos, lassos, belt buckles and cowboy poems.
she spends thirteen hours putting summer clothes away
gets out snow boots for it is a cooler day
the rest of the week it is ninety-two degrees
a muggy, stifling heat wave, no autumn breeze
hay fever in December, sure, because it makes no sense
our seasons are bi-polar, unsure, sporadic and dense
the Midwest is notorious for keeping three or four sets of clothes
because what our insane weather will do, we never know
It is easier now to peek behind closed doors
the walls are down, stomped into the ground by some
they post what they had for breakfast, supper and lunch
take photographs of themselves sixty times a day
and post fifty-eight of them, it helps us to see
they do not have a life
I admire the people who tried social media for a bit
then realized it is not for them and ran off to live their lives.
The ones who stick around to brag, complain or whine I wonder about.
Do they not have a support group of real people, relatives or friends?
One person I know spends between four to eight hours a day on one
of these social sites.
I cannot imagine spending forty minutes a day here.
It is not that interesting or exciting
certainly dissatisfying compared to meeting friends for lunch
or hosting a Halloween party or washing dishes.
I feel that some of these people have been caught up in
these “imaginary” relationships, allowing real friendships
and relationships die.
Wilhemina waited for someone to save her
to extricate her from a bad situation
where was prince charming? That handsome cur?
She was ready for her victorious freedom celebration
She has read too many faerie tales her mother said
She could easily have saved herself, if she’d used her head
But no, she spends her day reading romance novels in bed
Prince Charming bypassed her decades ago, so she wallows instead.
I am a child of the great I AM,
It is what defines and molds me
into the other small things I am,
such as a mom, wife, poet, musician
and kind person who works hard
and spends her day encouraging others
Doors with rusty latches and windowpane
Decaying house stands at corner of blind lane.
A lone old lady spends dull days in pain.
I’m a forgotten home to sigh in vain.
Old lady cleans pale torn carpet with much care
Visit of children -grandchildren is rare,
though once the house ran in gorgeous glare.
Her depression, loneliness, none to share.
Sixty years back she planted saplings at best
turning huge massive trees at front gate.
Strong gate now runs almost in broken state.
I’m a forgotten home just to lament.
For children-grandchildren, no use to wait !
Inevitable lone life to accept.
Despondency to drag days is her fate !
In forgotten home she can't welcome guest.
The maestro spends twenty-three hours preparing for a one-hour performance
~ The novice prepares for an hour and spends twenty-three trying to play
Accepting death not for the first time
It has been for several decades
The soul never spends a life fully
Every time it ends cynically
Once it happened due to starvation
The sinless soul obeyed destiny
Became a prey for fusion power
When it took shelter in a soldier
The six enemies trigger the mind
The counter factors of mental peace
Unheard slaughter by unseen virus
Can man flee from nature's aggression?
Every time a new impediment
Race, region, economy, ego
Vicious and sharp clutches of man-made
Is there an end for this agony?
Place: 3 rd
My hubby dear does make me smile;
spends lots of time in that one aisle.
For his poet wife
makes love come to life
to find cards in rhythm-rhyme style!
I got a brochure in the mail
To book a world cruise, setting sail
For a journey at sea,
Just my husband and me,
Where good times would most surely prevail.
Departure is not for two years
And the price would put us in arrears
If the suite that we choose
Is the Owner’s to use,
Though I’m hoping he never appears.
The ship spends five months’ worth of days
With the ocean awaiting our gaze
And I’m sure so much food
Cooked to fit every mood
Would increase what each passenger weighs.
Since our usual trips last a week
And our bodies aren’t quite at their peak,
I think maybe we’ll pass,
Letting someone first class
Find whatever adventures they seek.
(Dedication to Starry Night by Van Gogh, 1889)
Sometimes I find it difficult
to express myself to others.
I've grown accustomed to silence,
with my thoughts racing
lying down at night,
I look at myself and say,
"Who am I to this world?"
Turbulent skies and clouds
with no destination spends
hours awake through the nights
waiting for the dawn as the stars
hide behind its shapeless
soul, then I say,
"Who are you to this world?"
The stars tremble as they hear
the winds in motion, its voice
culminates them causing its simple
nature to shine past the dark void,
as the night draws a path straight
to my empty room,
strong is the light but delicate
are the shoulders that bear
the ungrateful for their daily indifference.
I sail between them to receive
and to endure their hardships,
I ask, "Where are you going?”
I drop an anchor in the center
where the voices of many reach
that don't go beyond a sigh
and I wait, clinging to their hopes.
Perhaps you will see me
the closer I climb to you,
and at last be able to sleep
alongside the forever
hope filled bones and stones.
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