Meet me
Under my umbrella,
A protection
Against the coldness
Of the #rain
But not,
Against you who
Hold my heart
Your palm, full
As my organ
Is cradled,
Cared for,
And held dearly
Take a seat
Any seat
Twiddle your thumbs
And
Don’t wait on me
My life
Is full,
Not revolving around you
Are you surprised?
Shouldn’t be, because
I live my life
Not waiting
On you
Her aroma
Is like
The fragrance
Of a
Crimson glory -
Sweet Damask
A Heady Scent
Her body
Opens
Like it’s
Deep, velvety red
Petals
Blooming
For him,
And only him…
Stomping
Stomping
Stomping
Stop,
Please
No control,
Vehicle lurches
But I’m just a
Passenger on this
Road of life
To soothe the soul
To vent
A release
An escape
To share my words
To create stories
Learning myself
And the characters I build
I write because
Its who I am
A writer
A worldbuilder
A character creator
An author
Poet Gertrude Stein
had a staccato style quite fine
She also became a Cubist
& with prose poetry for a while did persist
Sitting here
Typing away
I’m brought back
To the days,
Ones long ago
When I brought you
Into this world,
Nineteen hours
Of labor,
Emergency surgery,
Exhaustion beyond
Anything I’ve
Ever experienced
Though…
It all disappeared
The moment
I held you
Striking blue eyes,
A gorgeous smile
Showing a set
Of dimples, which
Lit up
Your face, and
Made my day
Those same feelings
Took hold,
The second
I realized
You’ve changed
Drastically, from
My young boy, to
A young man
An adult,
Ready to
Spread his wings
And take flight,
Soaring into
The world,
Eighteen years of
Love, laughter, and
Guidance
Has proven
Your determination,
And inquisitive nature
Will assist you
In life,
This world
Is challenging,
But, deep inside, I know
You’ll prevail
Letting you go
Is possibly one
Of the hardest things
I ever had to do, but
Just know,
No matter what
Obstacles you face
I’m here,
Putting pen to page,
Rooting for you, and
For your future
My son,
Understand,
You and your sister,
Hold a special place,
In my heart,
Fills me to the core,
Brightens my day, and
Never goes away
Because
I LOVE YOU
hidden
and kept
from others
like skeletons
inside of
a closet
a conundrum
tears down
relationships
burden on minds
emotional pain
stress and anxiety
physical consequences
trust
and honestly
relieves you of
the deepest, darkest of
SECRETS
Black silhouette
Evil eyes
Grinning
As if satisfied
Elongated nails
A finger coaxing me
To go near
It surrounds
Desolation sets in
Finally taking
Over me,
My home
Always there
Always taunting
Give me peace
From this horror
The nonstop
Stalking
It knows
My innermost secrets
From then until now
Can't escape
What could I do
To be free?
He dreams
Of eyes, and
Hair of blonde
Special
A diamond
A twilight
In the night
A stein filled with sparkling water
It is Pineapple Sparkling water
I enjoy Pineapple sparkling water
Poured cold into my stein
Sipping it with a meal
Then the stein put aside
On the counter by dirty dishes
The stein was empty out
Without thought until it was done
A good laugh was heard
Then poured another drink
My stein is also used for beer
Here's a man who is so kind ;
So straight he walks a straight line;
From his first job he has his first dollar his first dime ;
And a gold watch to tell time;
The life and times, of Kevin Stein;
12/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
what you saw
was a slice of
time if taken
as a photograph
capturing that
exact moment
but everything
is relative to
when you see it
figuring i'm thirty
three light years
older then where
you are so that that
smile you are just
now receiving was
given for forgotten
reasons meaning
perhaps my face
is now frowning
which you'll see
if you see me
thirty three
years from
this moment
Are those thoughts you put in
what I once valued more
Or would what I put out
be the end winning score
Did I need your ears
for my voice to become whole
Or would I rather them deafened
words deep in my soul
In my twenties your opinion
carried some weight
In my thirties I listened
but asked you to wait
In my forties I turned
and walked slowly away
Now alone in the twilight
—to carry the day
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Frank N. Stein began to whine,
No one ever asked him out to dine,
Dracula said, " You can come with me,
I know where some good neck might be,"
But Frank thought he should decline.
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