I don't know what I am
Waiting for, on this chair,
Near you, and with a book in my hand.
Silence occupied, you on your work
But what am I waiting for
Near you?
Blank in the mind,
But calm just to be here.
Don't know what drags me
Near to you, though we are
Not meant for each other.
I don't know what I am
Yarning for, staying still and peeking
At you, as you are not something
I could have, and I am left
With an option to go
With the flow
I don't know why am I sitting
Here, nothing to talk about as if
The talkings are done through our hearts,
And eyes glaring to each other with
So many unspoken words.
Categories:
talkings, 10th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
You are still child than my age
But your periphery of eyes on my doings,
Your stagnant stream of walking behind me,
Your subliminal sitting beside me,
Your intimation talkings on the amorous words,
Your every breath along with my step mark
Make me dreamer,
Make me thinker,
Make me itinerant
To love
Age distance is nothing in love
I observe when I come
You keep combing hair by your fingers
You willingly keep aside the gauze scarf from your breast
You loitering around me to gossip
These all make lame my legs of love
These all make my age weakest to you
These all make me forget our social status
Your everything induces me to fall in love with you
Oh; age distance is nothing to fall in love
19.08.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
talkings, love,
Form: Free verse
Hopen having mercy
Onimpetent open contrast views
Pprayerfully confident talkings to creator, God
Eeverlasting heeding negativism and denial
5/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
talkings, cheer up, confidence, encouraging,
Form: Acrostic
what see's night
in heat that she stands before me
all of the world sings
him as greatest
that a world agifted with his him
is loved
yet tomorrow's are the yesterdays of futuristic talkings
might these now's mean as much as you should allow them
and is this the first day of a beginning
that shall speak thru the ages
as we are to marry and
create those who shall speak of us as beginning
that our offspring shall say that we
have decided to make the tomorrow's
of people who shall know us
those who shall adore us
those that shall despise us.
are these the startings of the days to come
might the nights be warmed by the flesh of
your body
might mornings be the start of new days yet to come.
Categories:
talkings, dance, engagement, guitar, inspirational
Form: Crown of Sonnets
I write about the things, that are hidden and raw, the things we don’t say, the pain and the gore, the feelings we hide, that makes us look weak, happiness lost, when answers we seek, a manly of men, all big and strong, why should all my feelings, be hidden and wrong, I’ve been through some , I’ve struggled it’s true, a story by me, or possibly you, it’s ok to talk, when you’re feeling low, bottle it up, and this will grow, and eat and devour, pull you apart, finding a friend, and talkings a start, don’t be ashamed, of speaking out loud, asking for help, you should be proud, there’s so many words, that’s so hard to say, like help or I need you, once or twice a day, I write all this down, with hope and some strength, this is my passion, words and heart shared in length, im happy to share, I’m happy to write, I’m happy to help, you all with this fight.
Categories:
talkings, anger, deep, depression, grief,
Form: Sonnet
Be mute, keep secret now and hide
all that you wish, all that you might,
Let in the deep of lonely soul
It will be risen and be gone.
Be silent like the stars of night,
Behold again their speechless light.
How can heart say its hidden words?
How will somebody know your thoughts?
Will know he, why you're living for?
Spoken's a lie and nothing more.
Blow up, and you will see the clue,
Take it again with silent view.
Live in yourself and nowhere else,
There's world within your soul, but cells
of fairy secret thoughts unvoiced
with idle talkings these are noised,
with beams these spread new coming day,
Listen their song and do not say.
1830
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Fyodor Tyutchev
Categories:
talkings, philosophy, poets, silence, solitude,
Form: Lyric
ANIMALS TALKINGS
In the manger, away word manger
The animals were also worshipping
In the manger, away word in the manger
The animals were also worshipping
They to were praising HIM, JESUS
The cow says moo and he's talking
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
yes my Lord say's the cow
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
The ox huhht noise liken grunts and he's talking
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
yes my Lord say's the ox
and he to is praising Jesus
The donkey hee haw, hee haw he to is talking
and he is praising yes the donkey talking bout Our Lord
and he to is praising Jesus, baby Lord
All the animals gather round with 3 kings
the mother and father as they all worship the Lord
The sheep says ba ba, as the elephant rows what about the lions
and all the birds
Unlike the days back in Noel
these animals praised and worshipped
So all the animals were talking
All the animals were praising are no born King
And all the animals were sounding off with vocals of your..
Yes my Lord said the Ox
Yes my Lord said the Cow
Yes my Lord said the Elephant, Lion, Sheep and All
Animals Talking
Yes, even they too Praised the Lord
12/21/17
Categories:
talkings, appreciation, birthday, jesus,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Her love, her modesty, behold her grace
That shine let shine be on her face.
A friend, a enemy let ever be too,
May her company to let me flew.
Her desires, her sacrifices are neglected, i think,
That she was hiding her tears to blink.
Her beauty her modesty behold her grace,
That shine let shine be on her face.
Her mummering, her talkings, her chinese gossips,
Forced me to think about her twisted thinkings.
She was, she is, she will be unique,
Smart one, dreamed one, thats on the peak.
Her beauty, her modesty behold her grace,
That shine let shine be on her face,
That shine let shine be on her face.
Categories:
talkings, appreciation, art, baby, beauty,
Form: I do not know?