Its my life so i decide,
That you'll be forever on my side
I know Im gonna be a happy bride
For our Love, is my joy & pride.
my happiness i cannot hide
I have a family who support & guide.
Until your loyalty had been tested and tried
what you have done i cannot described
How long did you hide
The anger you build inside
I thought you just want to divide
The things i was gladly provide
Turns out your just envy inside
All the bitterness in your heart collide
Just wish u just put the hate aside
Considered everything in good side
The people i love, You spied.
And Spread bad rumors so wide
Suddenly your not on my side
I am shock at your betrayal and pride
How can u be so mean to me and lied
You took everything from me, even my pride
The only thing i can do is sigh and cried
Dont you know you broke me till i almost died.?
Sun-tried tulips
Dried daffodils
Cold cardinals
Skeletal swans
Pupa in pulsation
Birds in migration
Deer in separation
Winter vegetation
Each
And every such
Are tested
And tried
Towards
Resurrection
As the battle rages on
We are but the few
So many are here and gone
We are but the few
Standing solid on the ground
We are but the few
Still alive and homeward bound
We are but the few
I am tested
Everyday
To love
For no other reason
Then love itself
To love
The alcoholic
That’s in need of a drink
To love
Those that wish
To share a blame
To love
Those that stalk
To prolong a pain
To love
One
That wishes to love me
But has a love at home
Waiting patiently
To love
Myself
One’s own
Fielty
This is really bad.
“Algebra Two” doesn’t
Compare to last year.
My heaven, yes that kind of heaven was between
his lips when he sang those songs to me,
his guitar strings sounded like ocean waves and his voice the rumble of thunder, a perfect bullet poisoning my soul a billion times,
it was like I was addicted to it.
My kind of heaven was hearing those words like
i love you before and after midnight,
his tongue tasted like vanilla when he was sweet,
when it was sunny, when the weather turned and nobody was there,
just me, him and his cat.
My home was too far away, my dreams were in my suitcase, my spoken words and my thoughts still smell like his kisses,
no one knows, but even if I'm happy and alone now,
I'm a bit like a chryseis, a slave to those memories, of happy faces and promises we never kept.
Maybe just maybe I am and always
have been an
Undiagnosed
Apoplectically archetypal orthodox
Dislexic
Who unfortunately tried to spell
it out to anyone willing to listen
But obviously my words came out
all mixed up and wrong
So I never made any sense whether
that was or be
Whether scribbled down profusely and
indiscriminately on paper
Or spoken word of mouth thinking
other's could follow my train of thought
Which I perceived to be a well thought
out intelligent engaging conversation
Only to find out later people were only
merely placating and appeasing me
Because the one thing and defining characteristic I did have going for
me and on my side
Was that I what and while I lacked
in certain regards and area's
I somehow made up for in charisma
and sense of humor which manifested
in the guise of likeability
And the reason I used to get away
with things I never should have been
able to
But hey if they wanted to assume and
presume that of me
And they themselves opened up that
avenue of excuse for me to abuse
Then why on on wouldn't I take full
advantage and prey upon it
Surprised with a smack!
Things will just happen,
like they always do;
Crashing into us
with a bloody smile;
Outcome unknown;
What a wild ride
we dimly take
wearing bright eyes;
Tested. Brave.
Hold on tight
release fear;
You can’t
control
chance.
how to divert attention from our big problems ~ point out bigger ones
Longing and languishing are parts of love
Love is, yet, divine blessing from above
Taunting in love burns true lovers alive
Longing and languishing are parts of love
Churning in love is turning toward shrive
Tested love is, Spirit’s fruit, true joys prove
Longing and languishing are parts of love
Love is, yet, divine blessing from above
Tested love is taste of eternal bliss
It's true destiny; none dares to miss
It tastes like honey; nectar from abyss
Tested love is taste of eternal bliss
More passionate than most passionate kiss
More fulfilling than most fulfilled promise
Tested love is taste of eternal bliss
It's true destiny; none dares to miss
21 January 2022
Triolet Poetry Contest 160 Words or Less Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
We were tested on algebra
Well no duh.
I have been to trig and back
while still keeping algebra on track
These are questions you can answer
they are not asking you to be a tap dancer
Put your silly doubts to rest
and be done with this stupid algebra test!
This is done as a response to my dear friend, Bridget Williams' poem, Tested On Algebra
Neither sages nor seers
No preachers or peers,
Time teaches best.
Neither prayers nor potions
No pills or lotions,
Time heals best.
Neither care nor compassion
No penance or pardon,
Time mends best.
Neither fate nor fortune
No blessings or boon,
Time favors best.
Neither passion nor patience
No revolt or reverence,
Time subdues best.
Neither sword nor sorcery
No death or destiny,
Time vanquishes best.
~Contest: "T" (Time)
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
All my sins,
All my faults and thoughts
I am tried, tested and trued
All my intermissions
All my ill-gotten decisions
I’ve been tried, twisted untrue
All my wrongs, those bad things I’ve done
I’ve repented, for mentioned, God has forgotten them
All my sins,
All my faults and thoughts
I am tried, tested and trued
I’ve been repented, did I mention
My Lord Jesus grace and mercy now shines on my face
I’ve been tried, tested and trued
7/28/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Friends through the good times,
pretends through the bad,
storms reveal they wear a mask
true colours are shown at last
and by the time storms have passed
they are friends you never had.
In the wild for forty days was a test.
As he hungered the devil did suggest
turning stones into bread
so that he could be fed.
“There's more to life than bread.” Jesus did stress.
Up at the top all the world could be seen.
“Its kingdoms could be yours and all between,
if me you would worship
you'd have a power trip.”
“Worship is for God, all else is obscene.”
From high on the temple, right at the lip,
“Throw yourself down for there's a scripture tip
that in angels' arms
you'll come to no harm.”
“Test not your God.” He gave Satan the slip.
Luke 4.1-13
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