It must’ve been a season,
not your full story.
But every season builds our endurance,
another step towards the glory.
It has helped you realise,
you need time to heal.
Sometimes we do really need to sit,
just sit and feel.
Pick up the pain, don’t focus on the lost time.
Its all a part of the plan,
you’re going to be just fine.
You did put out your whole heart,
its what we do,
we open the book,
full, honest words,
and truth.
But now,
don’t trip over something thats behind you
Trust and believe you a still taking steps up
Remind yourself you are a half full cup
Full of faith, ideas, hopes and dreams
Without realising,
one day the season will have passed
and you’ll see that sun beam
Unfortunately sometimes,
someone is not who they seem
Don’t trip. don’t let it slip, or grip.
It’s behind you.
You grow through what you go through.
She says to clean my room.
I promise, this afternoon.
First, I need to eat lunch.
So I make a bunch.
Pizza, a sandwich too.
Some tortilla chips that are blue.
She says to clean my room at this time.
I almost say “fine.”
But then I get a call.
From work, they want me after all!
I try not to act excited.
But work makes me feel invited.
To not clean my room.
To put away the vacuum.
I grab my uniform and keys.
Ignoring my mom’s pleas.
To clean my room after I get back.
But by then, I’ll need to pack.
My trip up north is tomorrow.
And my messy room can never follow,
Me to the hotel.
Which someone else will clean, as well.
She says I will clean when I get home.
But until then, the beach, I will roam.
Clothes on the floor, and my bed is not made.
My mom is starting to get afraid.
That the mess will come to life.
She feels the strife.
So she cleans it on her own.
Before I get home.
She enjoys the cleanliness.
Until I come home to make another mess!
Walking through the woods, enchanted and tall,
I came across an apple tree, huge in full form
Closer and closer, I gaze and I stare
At all of its splendour, no branch was left bare
Reaching out a hand, I stretch and I lean
Trying to pick an apple, that’s red and not green
Stretching and straining, I nearly trip up
One more attempt now, my eyes wide shut
Step backwards do I, again and again
Looking down at my hand, what did it contain?
Shiny in colour, lustrous and red
If I am Snow White, will I end up dead?
I gaze at the apple, lean in take a bite,
I hope and I pray, this isn’t goodnight
Confusion consumes me, I descend into dream
But where is my prince, oh what does this mean?
Time has now passed, a week or a year?
I’m trapped in my dream, I shed a small tear
Hoping and praying, each day just the same
Then one day my prince, he’s here look he came
more to life than meets the eye ~ said the blind man who slipped in a pigsty
but some swine oinked pigs might fly ~ this trip up will cause a huge overfly
and sure enough as days went by ~ eyes appeared damn vultures in the sky
the lesson learnt here don’t ask why ~ sh!t just happens when in oversupply
It's a sky fishing day
and I am on the hook eyes being pulled up
above the surface of the clouds.
If I trip up while walking
if I lay myself out like a fish on a slab
then haul me back into the water,
the deep blue water
far above the sea.
"Hey got ah groovey Bestie!
Something that'll make you
wanna Croon her into loving you
Get the Grab, study, we'll send
the tune and then we can talk!"
you are
it's been
and who's to say
could it be
I still beleive
it'll workout anyway
got me guessing
whats the question
don't let me find out
you made it sound easy
the smile's to please me
smiles don't mke a sound
it's outta the question
it's a suggestion
something
good to hear
get it right
keep it real
don't trip up
over your words
kiss me Baby
that aint crazy
it's all about love
Camping on the sandy shore of the beach
Getting bored by the waves and their screech
Sitting around the camp after cooking out
It was so much fun just talking at our hangout
Soon, we noticed a couple who were fighting
Across the beach in a house we were sighting
They were making trip after trip up the stairs
We all knew this battle wasn’t one of our affairs
Still we watched from our place in our lawn chairs
Not much caring that it was darkening their tears
We watched for hours and heard their angry shouts
When we finally hit the sack it was midnight or thereabouts
While we laughed and hooted at the wife’s victory
That husband was bellowing that this was contradictory
Never would we forget that vacation with its entertainment
During our monotony on the beach this was our sustainment
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fence with those wee thin blades
punch a lion in the face(obvs quite shortly before i die)
trip up a running giraffe
hang with a sloth
make a list of buckets
if in was in infinite
would it be in ininfinite
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follow the side
tell jokes to a star
rest my head on a cloud
see 2 sunny days in succession( fae Scotland(from Scotland))
use 2 sets of brackets in same line (??)
Use blancmange in a poem (??)
write a poem that stops
everything
The world would be a much better and brighter place
If I send love, you send love, we both send love to the next person
And so on. If people would just send that send that true pure love
That wants nothing but true pure love back
Not money, not sex, not material things, not a trip up the corporate ladder
Nothing but a satisfaction that you did the right thing, I did the right thing
I treated someone with compassion and so did you.
That people love being around you.
If you want blessings it’s coming in due time
But just know that giving and receiving love in such a messed up society
Is it’s own reward so let’s all send and receive pure unconditional love
That warm love that flows from my heart to yours and your heart to mine and the hearts of others back to our hearts.
untied shoelaces
runners to their mark
legs are now bout to hurt
ran past the day unto the dusk
runners to their mark
beating is my heart
ran past the day unto the dusk
got trip up
beating is my heart
legs are now bout to hurt
got trip up
untied shoelaces
7/28/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
Eight people won the Spelling Bee;
It seems that they were tied.
The winners, 12-14 years,
Were surely filled with pride.
In 20 rounds the judges couldn’t
Trip up anyone
Since prepping for this huge event
These kids consider fun.
While critics railed about their skills,
Called “useless” and “a waste,”
Such negativity appears
Both nasty and misplaced.
When athletes practice hours each day
To thus improve their game,
The spelling champs, in their own ways,
Do practically the same.
I much prefer one winner, but
These eight deserve our praise,
Possessing such abilities
That really do amaze.
A Couplet On
Innocent Blood
Written: by Miracle Man
10/29/2018
Through the innocent blood of Jesus shed on a cross,
A way was made to separate man from his dross.
Sinless, God’s only son, took the trip up Golgotha’s hill,
Saying, “Father, let this cup pass from me if it be your will”
Though His life wasn’t “taken” from Him that day,
In my mind remains a debt that I can never repay.
Many proclaim that with spikes, to the cross He was held,
I think, his love for mankind is why he was impelled.
Through this one individual act, our salvation was bought,
And today, many are giving Jesus, little or no thought.
I may not live for a hundred years,
But a hundred of my poems will be there to allay your fears,
And soften your tears,
Enough to give voice to these hundred musings,
As I make my way upstairs,
To have my poems
Checked out by past Masters,
Who once stirred our souls,
And won our hearts,
With poems that allayed our fears,
And softened our tears,
As we too took up our pens,
Aiming to be half as good as those poets,
Who we hoped made it up the stairs,
And not down into the pits.
But if I should make it to a hundred and can hold back the tears,
After a couple of beers,
I will assert one of my copyrights,
And you can recite the ninety-nine others,
While I look forward to more poem filled years,
Before I take that final trip up the stairs,
To reside among my peers.
Christmas time again
time to shop and gain.
Spare sometime to find a tree
that is perfect just for me.
A trip up the hill
adorn with beauty still
powder white snow
glistening with the sun’s glow.
Upon early cold dawn
with summer long gone,
cannot help to lie upon the sound
snow covered ground.
Snow angels to be found
under my frame round and round
giggle, laughter, so profound.
Through the crowns of pinnacle trees
bright sun burst around a Christmas tree
excelling in its sight,
emerald green arms to the light.
Immerse in a dream
an image of armor gleam
tensile garland, lights, and glass ornaments
presents under the tree and what it represents.
A symbol of Christ, a sign of undying life.
A Christmas tree of life.
Left the snowy hill, my heart be still
an artificial balsam fir and away from the chill.
12/12/2017
Light beckons this morn-
first rays filter free
tepid sprigs trip up
life left still, sans rest;
worn breaths hesitate
red eyes dissipate
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