I am a house with many doors,
Each locked with keys I do not own—
The laughter of a child upstairs,
A weeping girl who walks alone.
One sings to stars in trembling light,
Another rages at the moon,
And I, the quiet one they fear,
Watch dawn arrive too soon it's near.
The mirror shifts—my face is new,
My name a sound I half recall.
I live in echoes, fractured rooms,
Where no one voice can speak for all.
Yet there is balm in whispered truth,
And hands that do not flinch away—
A gentle word, a steady gaze,
Can thread the night with day.
And one by one, the doors unclose.
Categories:
unclose, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Teaching Practice has highs and lows.
Highs smell like such strong aroma,
Lows are odours bearing no woes.
No wonder it’s no diploma.
Experience has its own drama.
Highs were blissful chapters of prose.
Lows led me to a fake coma.
Teaching Practice has highs and lows.
Received drawings of a pink rose,
Sang songs for kids’ panorama,
Obviously, the line would unclose.
Highs smell like such strong aroma.
Yet I’m pushed by my dilemma,
While I'm lightly pushed by one’s ‘blows’.
Wish there's no scream of a llama!
Lows are odours bearing no woes.
Yet, I’ve learned how each student knows
How to tell water from soma.
Wake up! There’s no need for star shows.
No wonder it’s no diploma.
Therefore, this journey’s a comma,
Rather than the end or a close.
It’s why I’m proud to tell mama:
“I love them kids. It’s cause of those,
Teaching practice has.”
Date posted: 05/04/2023
Name of Contest: Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
unclose, appreciation, education,
Form: Rondeau Redouble
Hallelujah
Hallelujah verily, verily truly
Hallelujah
Amen revealed
I am expressing my worship
Hallelujah
I am rejoicing utterance received
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord
Hallelujah, hallelujah the highest praise always
Alleluia a great song
Such a great song praised be to God glory
Raise God triumphant over the Whore of Babylon
I seen I will Sing Praises on Express My Worship
Make known to others the praise
Divulge disclosed uncloke unclose Hallelujah hallelujah
I shall acknowledge to bring light confess devidge declare Exposed Proclaim in Jesus name
Hallelujah
I am expressing my worship
UNASHAMED Duty found
Standing before the Holy One
Our Father God on Holy Ground
Be it so, so be it mire than a feeling
I am the Lord God's child
I am expressing my worship soft but yet loud
Roaring as a lion in Him
I am fixed firm reliable and trusted in Him
I will I am revealed Hallelujah
Amen Hallelujah Amen
REVEALED
Dedicated verse the Candace Diszenu
10/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr (c)
Categories:
unclose, analogy, appreciation, blessing, dedication,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Today I fall
My heart fills with glee
Today I fall in love
I felt the need to sing
I felt the need to leapfrog
My 32 stay unclose
It as the white bulbs bright at night
My belly fills with love
I am unable to eat
Her picture within my eye
I felt like seeing her in my front
I lie on bed to sleep
But her thought didn't let me sleep
I close my eye for a long time, but thoughts are
Flowing as water
How am I going to confront her?
What should I say to her?
Should I start with HELLO or HI
An innocent heart in love.
I penned this to draw your mind to the beginning, how do you feel then? Share me yours
Categories:
unclose, allegory, allusion, baptism, beauty,
Form: I do not know?
Far away from your precious moor,
I feel your thoughts call for my soul
and unclose me to heaven's door!
Can thoughts like yours divinely toll,
beguiling me onto your shore
like a god that reads from a scroll?...
Categories:
unclose, journey, longing, love, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Silent birds on the tree
waiting for the minstrel -
who will sing thru the morning
and unclose the gates of hell.
Then the birds will forever flee
to ask succor to their king.
Silent birds on the tree
are shuddering with dread -
the forlorn hosts ready for war
to scorn the living and raise the dead.
Then the birds will forever flee
to a country where joy is afar.
Silent birds on the tree
will be silent for all infinity -
their voice have been stolen
so they could not escape from duty.
Then the birds will forever flee
before they adhere with the fallen.
Silent birds on the tree
previously called nightingale -
are now a numberless legion
and declaim just an fancy tale.
Then the birds will forever flee
steadfast thru the oblivion.
Categories:
unclose, art, death, music,
Form: Free verse