Tenacious on occasion.
Orderly always.
Unspoiled by opinions of others.
Generous to a fault.
Honesty is his only policy.
Outperforms what is expected.
Longing for Heaven.
Decisiveness is a strong point.
Backbone shows in the face of adversity.
Ideas that solves problems he owns.
Receptive to the opinions of others.
Downhill is now his direction of flight.
In my early years I possessed this naive faith,
and I believed all that the Bible saith:
often to a fault,
it came from a place of innocent faith;
my life was simplistic with trust.
By fourteen I stopped expecting people to be kind,
I thought that I would find those of like mind:
but found liars,
yet, my naive remains and I seek out and find;
good people who believe in me.
And as an adult my naive quality is not weakness,
it is my source of strength and my uniqueness:
I question everything,
I ask for evidence- gone is all my meekness;
and I expect others to keep their promises.
I've paid the price..
My deeds are done
Fought many battles..
Some lost, some won.
I'm loyal to a fault..
I will never change.
It's just who I am..
To some that's strange.
Too giving in nature..
I have a kind heart.
But kindness, it seems,
Can tear you apart.
I've lifted up others..
Yet stood all alone,
Gave all I had..
With none of my own.
I've weathered the storms..
Felt joy and despair,
Yet still, I keep loving..
Still, I still care.
Though scars line my soul..
And wounds often ache.
I’d rather be broken..
Than ever be fake.
So judge if you must..
But know this is true.
The world may be cold..
But I won’t be too.
The wall holds all my thoughts.
It has no texture.
I tried touching things.
Carpet, walls, windows.
Looking around and around.
The room I am in.
The wall is flat.
To a fault.
Touching it.
I’ll never touch anything else again.
Nothing important, that is.
The wall travels from corner to corner.
Corner to corner.
I can travel to the corners of time.
Tell me to fall asleep again.
The wall is listless.
Sitting in the corner.
Is one of those things.
They tell you about.
But you don’t think will happen.
To you.
The bricks are painted gray.
They become brighter in the day.
The bricks are stunning in the sun.
The wall turns to me and says “run.”
But there is nothing in this world, but sleep and memories from home.
In that corner in an imaginary phone.
But it is only the shadows from the cracks in the ceiling.
A hallucination that sent me reeling.
The wall holds.
I try to knock it over.
Nothing tumbles.
Anymore.
She is unobtainable because of social concepts.
Friendly to a fault, not hers.
She cannot hide her beauty, though she tries.
She seems to fight the attention
and doesn't seem to desire it.
To say she's an old man's fancy is to admit my feelings.
But, i will not lie to myself.
I just would like to see her acknowledge that i respect her.
That would be enough for me.
Until then seeing her smile and happy placates my whims.
loyal to a fault and so much more
than just another canine
leading an exemplary life
eager to be by our side
doing her utmost best
always willing to serve
no whining or whimpering
ready for adventure
keen at every turn
eager to please and fiery
dauntless and ever vigilent
never shying away from love
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I am 6
Formulated/Factual Form 0+1+2+1+1+9+5+5=24(2+4) = 6
Strengths: “, I am 6, we who are sixes like to comfort others,” denoted.
, I am 6 , “I like to we uplift, share, and give advice, and they adore family. They’re I am very honorable, and they make great friends.” Sixes are poised, nurturing, unselfish, artistic, romantic, devoted, and sensible. “They came here to be the parent, the provider, the nurturer, the organizer,” noted. “They, I am here to be of service.” , I am 6, sixes are, above all, focused on the experience of lovenumeri logically affixed I am 6,
Challenges: “Out of alignment, can be a perfectionistic, may be very critical, idealistic to a fault, and self-righteous,” “May meddle in other people’s business, may constantly counsel others and giving unsolicited advice.” Sixes may also be marked by indulgence and self-absorption.
, I am 6 , “I like to uplift”
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
A kindled fire...
Keeps on burning
Inside of me
Never will it extinguish
Despite all forces against it;
Lingering fuel for determination.
Even I can't smother or
Dim it to a smoke.
Floods furiously rage within, yet
It keeps on high and steady;
Resilient to a fault; undying...
Even in the rain.
Love is a passionate portrait painted with the heart
Burnished brush strokes are a cherished work of art
when friendship blossoms as buds bloom into flowers
and romance reigns with caresses in garden bowers
Splashes of seafoam and evergreen flecks her eyes
Cerulean for the sea near the shore where she lies
Tint of Tuscan gold in the sand, reflected by the sun
and pastel pink on the lovely lips of my beloved one
Crimson on canvas, ruby red once she's been kissed
It's my intimate impression of her in a tender tryst
With carefully blended oils, her portrait takes shape
as I capture the delicate tresses curling on her nape
My deep desire tempts and teases my male senses
Against loving her, I will build no bulwark of defenses
My fingers long to fondle her cheek when she smiles
This beauty is not a woman who uses feminine wiles
I've adorned the canvas with her image as best I can
Flawed to a fault by my hand. I am an imperfect man
In this painted creation I hope I've been able to portray
the beauty and grace of her that words cannot convey
I feel so sad to be a child of my home
It sounds ungrateful when moaning on a throne
but I reallly am trapped in a heaven I don't belong
I can' t control it. sadness floods but I missed the ark
I am struggling to breath even where the air is so clean
I am starving even when my stomach is full to a fault
I am dying to live, really there is no way home
I am stuck in a paradise for everyone but my soul
Land of milk and honey but I am allergic to both
I just want to be on my own
Inspire myself, learn and grow
relearn romance and be proud of the life I chose
Be who I am without angels on my door
I feel so sad I am tired and worn.
It is so sad to be a 30 year old boy living at home
Oh, life was good, the days were sunny
Every taunt, every insult seemed funny,
I loved all my foes and friends to a fault
and ate my dessert with a pinch of salt.
With a dash of vinegar, some sour cream
I turned nightmare into the sweet dream,
Aches, pains, cramps and shivering cold
For pennies my profound thoughts I sold.
I buried my legs in the sands knee deep
I laugh with the wind, with the sea I weep,
I frolic in the rain, waddle in the puddle
the state of the world’s a pitiable muddle.
to know or believe
conviction a funny word~
doubtless to a fault
***
Little words fall from my lips – words
Like love, hope and faith
Words that remember to always believe
Words that erase all the doubt and fear
Words that see through the darkest dread
Into the promise of a love that is ahead…
A part of my spirit, a part of my heart
A part of this woman – whose love is alive,
It feels like a kiss that was left on a thought,
A kiss filled with kindness, joy and light
A kiss from a love who is more than a thought –
This kiss is beautiful to a fault…
Rise from your heartbreak, arise from your pain,
Remember the joy – before all the rain,
Silence that fear and wipe away all the tears,
Whisper to the silence in a voice to explain –
With little words of kindness, little words of grace,
Inspire one another – believe because that’s faith.
Believe in the wisdom that tells you love is true
When Jesus’ signs a heart, He signs it with His light –
And when He leaves His pen there, it’s meant for you
To sign away, throughout this life – all your whole life thru…
Sign with this light that Jesus gave to you!
They were young starry-eyed, yet too soon so many had to die.
Brave to a fault with wanderlust of youth, no challenge spurned however seemingly uncouth.
In azure blue skies with only clouds as friends, they sought their prey through war's myopic lens.
No quarter given and none spared by their foes, incandescent bullets superseding schoolyard blows.
Skill and verve no match for destiny's roulette, to survive another day an all too losing bet.
Still they flew and fought with all their might, for love of country protecting it from blight.
Summoned by that bell with its strident chilling tones, pervading every pore of their worn and tired bones.
Verve and duty each relying on the other, no place to hide but raw courage as their cover.
For all those boys that fast turned into men, saving our isles from sweeping plain to gleaming glen,
We shall remember you forever in our lore, the few that gave so much and often so much more.
Flour, baking powder, sugar, salt
must be integrated smoothly, to a fault
if what is baked will turn out good
keeping it all in proportion, as one should
"Sifting sad shadows from the past"
to aerate lighter memories that will last
helps break down the bigger lumps
of those times feeling down in the dumps
Having a memory a bit more like a sieve
may not be such a bad way to live
introspection shakes up, softens time
laughing later-- adds a hint of lime
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