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Where Intention Once Stood

My thoughts walk barefoot on gravel roads—aching, slow, and scattershot.

My mind drifts like dusk in worn linen—frayed, faded, and folding in on itself.

My mind, grown tired of its tidy metaphors, slumps like a clerk at closing hour—unnoticed, necessary, numb.

My brain, vast as prairie land at sunset, lies fallow—dreaming the hush between thunderclaps.

My brain has taken the quiet path through woods not quite snowy nor lovely—just worn, and wondering where it last turned.

My brain, a lantern gutted of oil, flickers faintly beneath the architecture of centuries—it remembers too much.

My brain, a parched cathedral steeped in sermons long forgotten, weighs the dust in its own procession.

My brain, a faded lyre, trembles with thoughts too tender to hold—each one a ghost of once-bright song.

My brain, like Arthur's helm at gloaming, rests—dented by thought, dulled by long crusade.

My brain, a theater haunted by a thousand borrowed tongues, performs rituals where intention once stood.

Its voice speaks as though the soul were sharp as steel—blunt not by age, but by silence.


Copyright © 2018 by Mickey Grubb

There stood God

Worry endlessly draining the soul out of me. Trying to make room for my acceptance to be free. And there stood God....hearing my prayer and not answering. Girl you have to walk this walk alone. I will not talk to you. Maybe I am inside you.

there he stood

there he stood
as if a dream come true
my little pony



AP: 1st place 2025

When the prince stood naked before his new bride

When the prince first stood naked before his new bride,
his disappointed was a little hard to hide.
Had he given all those red rubies
just to get these tiny little boobies?
Squire! Get the horses ready! We're going for a ride!"

When the princess first saw the prince's little wiener,
her pretty face betrayed an instant change in her demeanor.
She thought with a frown,
“This is a big step down.
I saw much bigger dicks when I was a teener.”

There Was An Old Lady Who Stood In A Queue

There was an old lady who stood in a queue 
Where the queue led to I hadn’t a clue
So I don’t know why she was stood in the queue
And if I don’t know, then neither do you

The queue started moving one step now and then
Once in a while it would move ahead ten
I still don’t know why she was stood in the queue
And if I don’t know, then neither do you

It turns out that this was a charity queue
Intended to help the impoverished few
But why would an old lady stand in this queue
I truly don't know, so neither do you

I’m not an intrusive, inquisitive guy 
She’s licking her lips and I want to know why 
The old lady’s now near the front of the queue
If I don’t know why, then neither do you 

I needed to know what the lady’s about
She might be confused and I had to find out
I joined her as she crept along with the queue 
The old lady spoke, and I suddenly knew…

“I’m not so old; eighty years and a few,
and Sonny, I feel a lot younger than you.
I’m told there are men at the head of this queue,
It’s a dollar a kiss, and I’m having two.”

Long I stood

Struck down in this pain 
long I stood in the shadows 
watching others reap

Left-Under-Stood

The other day when you left you did so for good

You had left before but you always came back you always knew you could

Everytime you left it broke a piece of me away still stronger I stood

I waited patiently for you to see the light think about what you did I knew that you would

I'd be standing sometimes kneeling faithful in the belief our bond had withstood 

When you left this last time you took with you my pieces leaving me here alone the way no one should

Again I sit waiting only now it is dark you saw the light I'm still here alone and misunderstood

No longer standing no longer strong in a river of my tears aimless lost and weathered worthless driftwood

Youre not coming back your time has ceased take my pieces with you I'll keep our memories I need to stop trying get used to the dark belief in the fact none of this was meant to be understood

A Cup of Tea

The cars drive by in ones, twos, and threes.
Leaves gently flutter in the cool breeze.
I look to the street, then down, then up.
A sense of unease, I sip from my cup.

Outside folks walking slow and quick.
The watch on my wrist starts to loudly tick.
Inside the eyes seem to fall on me.
I drink and wonder where she could be.

I feel as though I’d like to hide
A secret - not to the world confide.
From my teacup, I take a drink
As my silly heart begins to sink.

And now from behind a barricade -
An unstoppable, rushing cascade -
The masquerade ends.  I gulp my tea,
And I can’t escape, but it is me. 

By a familiar feeling now I’m haunted -
That, alas, I am still unwanted.
Whoever she is, she never shows up.
But, I take wisdom from my teacup.

What I’ve got here with every fault
Is better than nothing by default.
It’s better than insincerity and fluff.
Myself and tea are quite enough.

I STOOD-

She wore me like a coat
 I wrapped around 
my arms and hands 
Around her like a robe, I stood 
Within her in her space 
More than an embrace
 I stood 
Still as a stone like a tree 
That has blossomed 
I stood 
Standing tall whoever's in her way
I bewail  for I so valuing her 
I'm at all I stood and close proximity
 I stood 
Protecting her surrounding her 
And in doing so it's her I stood standing for
 I stand I stood I wrapped my thoughts 
And my heart beats in rhythm with hers
 I stood 
Energies combined
 I stood 
We both so shined
 I stood 
Sparkling such
 I stood
In love so much
 I stood 
As I light so shine
 I stood 
Bright so shy 
I stood emerald she is a gem
 I stood 
Golden she is silver not tarnished 
I stood 
in Revelation that I mentioned
In a proximately so we stand embraced
 arms and hands bodies intertwined
Surrounded covered in Grace
Outside of time
Together we stand

 I stood

3/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©

Long Have I Stood

Long have I stood
Long stood have I gazed
Long gazed have I thought
Long thought have I suffered
Long suffered have I 
Long have I stood

Where I Stood

Immeasurable is the growth possible in being understood
An acorn takes decades to produce usable hardwood
A pupil of hard lessons am I, just as anyone else should
Professors in my life range from classroom to hood
Each of them instrumental in looking past evil for good
But none have ever fully grasped, what I've withstood 
I'm human, I make mistakes just as anyone else would
I'd take them all back along with others' pain if I could
When axes swing, integrity will be left where I stood

All Time Stood Still

All time stood still; he fell through air,
faces below, look up, and stare.
Each always a stranger to be.
While he ponders what they do see,
he's inclined to think they don't care.

Friends, family, thought he'd not dare,
now, as the wind brushes his hair
he feels at last totally free;
all time stood still.

Was anyone ever aware
the utter depth of his despair?
Everyone thought him fancy-free.
He's only just turned twenty-three
he reflected, mid-flight-mid-air.
All time stood still.

Stood Tall

Within the chaos of battle and out the soldier simply stood tall

No One Stood Up

no one stood up and said what was right
or pointed out what was wrong
we kept to ourselves, plugging away at our jobs
none of us realizing the real job
is to uplift and help others

we soon became the oppressed, the put upon, the picked on
we wanted desperately to be rescued, to be heard, to be freed
but no one pointed out what was wrong
they kept to themselves
ignoring our plight
and so we suffered
as we had let others suffer before us.

Love Stood Apart

Some yearn for the return of friendlier times,
a time when innocence was valued:
and computers didn't run our lives.
But change is the catalyst for improvement:
and time is the crucible that creates change.
Unlike an unshaped tomorrow;
yesterday was molded into permanence
and, thus, unchangeable.
As memories sweeten with age:
images of youth, retrieved from fond thoughts,
are brought to the forefront of our minds.
Life is a series of memories.
And though they're not always joyful:
they are, nonetheless, welcomed.
Unlike the emotions they evoke,
conflicting feelings feel insignificant.
Yet, how we deal with them
shapes the way we choose to live.
Upon opening our eyes for the first time at birth,
we experienced a world filled with emotions;
like trust, fear, anger, love, and hope.
But love stood apart from the others,
penetrating reality's shadow;
and guiding our hearts toward our souls.

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