Why do I have to see you everyday
It's timely every morning I passed by
It's timely that I see you at the beach
Before I coming to sea for fishing
I see you picking sea shells with that 'lil basket
Wearing your usual abaca hat and that flowery duster
The curves of your body shape by the passing breeze
That made my chest gather its heavy breathe
As usual a fake countenance cannot see on my face
As morality teach us not to fend feeling to a foreigner
But those encountered scene troubling my mind at sea
Leaving some guilt and fun moment registered here
Why do men so weak on women temptation tactics
Even in the middle of the sea that woman's beauty is painted.
Categories:
troubling, beauty, confusion, imagination, woman,
Form: Free verse
Fly! Fly! Fly!
In the field of Reeds,
Walk through golden breeze,
Smell the scent of allure,
Clear sky and clearer mind.
Fate! Fate! Fate!
Promise me the world over,
Promise me you wouldn't leave the prey.
Destroy all I love.
Grant me intoxicated blithe.
And let the flies of fate rain glory.
Burn! Burn! Burn!
Drown me in the mud of flames,
Where no water could save the golden prey,
Where flames made prey water,
And water no more could hold power,
Until even mud rather burn
Than suffer the pain to quell
Die! Die! Die!
And vow to rest naught
Naught until you see them….. dead.
See the gold turn black,
See it rot, rats infest,
Flies of Fate!
All shall grow for you,
All must die for you,
And all is yours to rule,
All is yours to fool.
Eat it all.
And watch them cower.
Those who ever tried to stand up to you!
Categories:
troubling, death, fate, fear, metaphor,
Form: Sonnet
Troubling the trouble till it troubles, a trouble
Tempted to trouble the trouble, now he is troubled
To tell the tale of his test?
I'd better leave him with the narratives
The test of time, I'd stand
doing whatever is true, noble, right and praiseworthy
Categories:
troubling, abuse, addiction, character, drink,
Form: Alliteration
In the darkness of the night the light evades me
Don't yet humble and it's flight the lightning bug winks at me
Do the flashings of the night the sun dissipates it covers itself with
While in the cool Autumn breeze might come as it dawns a new day
I gaze out my window and there's troubling
Shadows I see their faces their mouth moving
Whispers In The Air ever so troubling
I am bound by the duty as my mind and I are quarreling
I see the shadows and they're a whispering
I hear the shadows as they are whispering
Deep within my subconscious mind the shadows are whispering
I am bound speechless trapped in the darkness my mind eyes
Yet I can't see the shadows whispering
I can only hear them singing in my ear whispering
10/9/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
troubling, absence, analogy, anxiety, dark,
Form: Free verse
Your phone brought me more fun
When I’m staying alone at home
Why can’t you go for some new one
Not using your troubling old phone
Categories:
troubling, change, engagement, feelings, fun,
Form: Free verse
"I forgive myself and all is absolved...
whatever was troubling me
is totally resolved!"
Categories:
troubling, appreciation, conflict, forgiveness, happiness,
Form: Quatrain
Hands
Stretched out like branches
Reaching for the kiss of sun
An army of hands, brown hands
Stretched out at me
Shrivelled weak hands
Looking for their daily bread.
Hands
With nobody to hold
No star close for them to touch
To shake off the dust and shimmer
Slowly move back to folded arms
Hands that know not how to give
Stretch out to touch the troubled
Hands that serve only his purpose.
Hands
Snatching from the pot
Blind hands grab the rich jasper
To exchange it for some nourishment
Hands that know only to grab from another
Hands that serve only his purpose
Looking for their daily bread.
Categories:
troubling, hurt, pain, poverty,
Form: Free verse
has a sword as tongue
sharp nails as teeth
scorching steam as breath
Categories:
troubling, humanity, mystery, satire,
Form: Triolet
Where do I run to when the earth is covered in gloom
Where do I flee to when it's all covered in darkness
Where to do you flee my soul in them times of trouble
Your refuge is with the Rock of the tribe of Judah
The waves roll in threatening to drown my frail form
Of what use is a drop of fresh water in a salty ocean
Can a drop of water make change in a thirst desert
It is to you my redeemer i run to.. you the Messiah
Where do I hide my face when the war drums sound
Where do I find refuge when the war machines roll out
Where do you flee to oh my soul in them troubling days
My refuge is with Jehovah shalom who is my sustainer
Categories:
troubling, confusion, religious,
Form: Blank verse
I can’t though; if even a peep comes out of my mouth I risk the lives of the others even before we get to the concentration camps.
August 6 1944
The days and nights pass in a matter of what seems seconds, one blink is morning the other it is the mystical night. Where I’m going though, the sun doesn’t shine to keep the warmth on my skin, only to give the light needed to commit more murderous practices. The stars disappear; as do we .I pray every night to the heavens that I can survive what is to come but sometimes it seems almost impossible. I hear the screams from a distance; this wasn’t what I was used to. These were from pure agonizing pain, but the laughs appear from the enjoyment of others peoples suffering. We were here…About 20 meters north I saw a barbed wire fence that read “Auschwitz”, the reading of the name sent chills down my spine. I have heard of this place before, this is where my life will be on the line. There is one thing I must remember, whatever happens I must stay strong. That is the only way I will have a chance to survive this monstrosity.
Categories:
troubling, holocaust,
Form: Narrative
This society has turned into a dark, cold world. Where nobody was accepted for who they are, only by the religion they have possessed. I remember, from a long time ago my momma told me that “He is not who is judged by the religion they were born into, but the character they have chosen to worship.” That quote, kept on swirling in my head it has overturned me. Even though, I was on death row, those words have given me hope. Many relatives have been lost over the holocaust, the emotions run free in my heart, and they have been murdered for something they cannot change or help. It’s my turn, to go against this evil practice.
August 5.1944
I have just opened my eyes; I see all of the faces of those who have been captured. We have been on a train for who knows how long, judging by the sliver of daylight peeking through the hole, it has to close to evening. The roars of wheels racing on the tracks, made the views beside us pass in a blur. I look all around, my eyes show how much I want to scream
Categories:
troubling, holocaust,
Form: Narrative