.
i know sum uv y'all
ponder
"who is the bard's
she"
"or thees"
trifle not yourn think
indulgerz uv mine
writes
rights
'twere them
and 'tiz
them
and i'm
luv'n
theirn
with every leak
uv
my
pen
i iterate
"pen"
Categories:
thees, adventure, allusion, hyperbole,
Form: Bio
Beneath Peaceful Turquoised Waters
I was under aqua waters, sinking and searching for peace.
Hoping to find silence, from worldly, negative speech!
To let the cool aqueous, blue waves, soothe me.
Remind me to think not of me, but of all the other thees.
The multitudonous, wondrous, gleaming mirrored, fish eyes,
Studying me, with awed wisdom and great wondrous surmise.
I wished to remain beneath the cool, magic essence of the sea.
The earth, I once knew, so beseiged with rank hypocrisy..
On earth, good morphed into evil, and even now evil was good?
I chose to llive with my fish soul-brothers, but ah, if only, if only, I could!
7/11/2024
Categories:
thees, allegory, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
9 It's nine and everyone knows the sunshine shines
8 And the mind eight times the darkness surrounds the clouds
And the Stars flicker and twilight seven
7 are the heavens surrounding the earth both atop flows six
6 of the elements that can pass and suppress
5 are the forces that envelope
For all the horses that gallop and
4 upon the terrain four is the directions that they shed
3 are the three that are one two Father and Son one
God created all of them
10/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
thees, caregiving, celebration, community, creation,
Form: Dramatic Verse
These
These are
Thees are the
These are the steps
These are the steps down
These are the steps down into
These are the steps down into my
These are the steps down into my poem.
Categories:
thees, children,
Form: I do not know?
I here loud screeming voices,
that arn't relly thier,
I sit and blankly stare,
As thees thoughts rip and tare,
No thees thoughts must go,
For no-one is supose to know,
What you did and how you left me thier,
making me hollow and pushing me not to care,
altho you still huaunt me,
and make me scared,
You dont and never have cared.
Categories:
thees, fear, me, me,
Form: I do not know?
If you are reading this you are most likely alive.
a poem reader…….
a contemporary……….
I prefer reading poems from hearts still beating
words with organic life
with love still alight or bitterly lost
from parents who still kiss fresh bruises
verses written by hands still warm.
I can inquire the meaning of cryptic symbols
praise well turned words
describe my appreciation of a moving verse.
The poem lives with the breathing poet
as current as the damp saliva of a fresh kiss.
Dusty classics have their value,
but the cobwebs of old ideas grow cumbersome.
The time comes when the thees, thous, and wherefores must cease.
Like archaic relics of books never checked out of the library,
or old grave markers misunderstood by the new culture.
I’ll choose the present day poets over their grandfathers.
Forward to future poems, not yet penned, I anticipate
written for today, to carry forward to the future.
Please excuse the irony.……
If, you come across this poem…..after I am dead!
Categories:
thees, on writing and wordsold,
Form: Free verse