I told my mother I loved him.
She said I was wrong.
I told my father I loved him.
He said I was young.
I did not know if either of those things were true.
But I knew they did not love each other.
Meant to say, "I miss you." No, it won't take long. The longing kept going and going; it's
gone.
Is there a reason I see you in song? The song remains the same except when stations
change.
Instances of tempted moments held in my head, forgot how it felt to roam on our old
homestead.
When thinking, sat sleeping for mere moments just to spend.
Up ahead, inside a booth, perhaps it'll contain you.
The day repeats; this place is the same.
To think that I'll see you again.
I have not before. Perhaps today's different; please
broaden my perspective.
I've been daydreaming of red lips and Cleopatra's eyes.
I plead to the god of romance, let me please spend me this time dreaming of red lips
and Cleopatra's eyes.
I ask for too much; this, yes, I know.
Happy and go-lucky, Independence freed.
Don't let this toll toil and dream of taking from me.
Written on Dec-1-2023
© William Paul-Eric Rodriguez
"You're a failure!"
"You're nothing but a loser!"
"Freak!"
"Crazy!"
Funny how people treat me that way,
When the truth is that they don't know the real me.
It's so easy for them to say,
Hurtful words would never let them sway.
But words won't bring me down,
I'll stand firmly, head's up with my crown.
For all I know that I can still go on,
Someone's cheering me up, my reflection!
They see me as a failure,
I see an experienced person in the mirror.
They think I am a loser,
I see a woman who's getting stronger and braver.
People's words will surely affect my feeling,
But I don't swallow those, I let them shrink.
They can degrade me all they want, it's fine!
As long as there's someone in the mirror who knows who I really am.
What is that? The child asked, pointing at the man.
His mother was horrified, trying to get him to stop.
Child could see what mom could not – a monster man.
With claws and teeth and extra heads to grin and bop.
I am sorry, the mother apologized to the monster man.
Who nodded his head, acting like he was being kind.
In truth, he knew the child was seeing his real self.
A child who knows. What a specimen! A great earthly find!
When we go, we will never know, what we don’t know,
We will never know, that this kiss, was, the last kiss,
We will never know, that this goodbye, was, the last goodbye,
We will never know, who was sorry, or, if we were sorry,
We will never know, what we, or they, meant to say,
We will never know, that those left behind, do know, and will know,
Until they themselves, do go.
Oh ! Love , love! , love!
I call your name three times.
If many people knew your characters
Your enemy" hate" could not rule them for years.
Oh ! Love , love! , love!
I call your name three times.
Yoh! If many white and black folks understood
you well ,racism & tribalism could be finished in the world.
Oh ! Love , love! , love!
I call your name three times.
Yoh! If many lovers could follow your principles
many heartbroken people couldn't kill themselves.
August 14/2023
I have been wondering a bit of late
Am I indeed in fact funny
Or
Am I really actually just a clown
Big shoes to fill
Either way
The joke is on me
If I don't
Or
I can't make them laugh
I wonder if they are right
That it is better if you are bright
Involve in most of the things
Should not get out of sight.
Timidness should be set aside
Also, it is important to get on the ride
Or else nothing is waiting on you outside
Is that right or you just have to live your life?
Maybe, we can foresee it in the behavior of today
But tomorrow is uncertain to base it on what they say
How sure are we about our future
When we are all just striving to have a better one.
FATHER WHO KNOWS OUR PLIGHT
Father of Heaven of morning and night,
Who knows all men, our every plight
Who knows our words before we speak
Those proud in heart, those humble and meek.
Who hears us plainly when we pray
Words uttered in groanings, we cannot say.
Be thou our Savior in the darkest hours
For we live like monuments, perish like flowers.
Sweet Jesus we pray the prayer of faith,
For those hanging between life and the eternal gate.
For those fighting to breathe, enduring great pain,
Whose loved ones that may never see alive again.
Though this prayer is just a moment’s plea
You are Father and Lord of eternity.
We speak life, your Angels intervene,
fighting the darkness and evils unseen.
Father help now our faith and unbelief,
Whether in moments of victor, or tragedy.
For you are Lord, God of morning and night,
God who knows all men, our every plight.
We trust your will be done today,
As we your children humbly pray.
In Jesus’ Name , Amen
Surely sunrise will come tomorrow
Perhaps, who knows, I’ll not be here
If so, I’ll have no troubles to borrow,
I’ll be sleeping soundly without fear
Or, I may be climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Written September 11, 2022
Submitted to “Bite Size Poem No 52” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Who Knows???
Who knows what life will bring today?
Who knows what life will bring tomorrow?
Will it bring happiness?
Or will it bring sorrow?
Just want to wish you all well,
For a brighter, happier future,
Wish I could cast a spell.
Hope everytthing is going to be alright,
Look after each other,
From morning til night.
Wishing for a calmer world,
Hope the future is bright!
Who Knows Who Knew
I didn’t know,
I thought I knew,
I didn’t know I knew,
and now I know
I didn’t know
I knew.
John G. Lawless
©1/24/2022
Cautiously I await the fallen one
crazily in denial I run
cowardly I hide my quilted shame
clearly I’ve being ravaged again, again
cleverly, creatively, clumsily I call
Call out to the Father My God who knows ALL
the calm come carelessly not His grace
Appears shun shining on my face
coming casually comes so kindly
the caring closes comes cautiously, the cold combinations come
the clean commands come cowardly
the calm communities come clearly
Ill regardless My Father heals my pains
And I stand refurbish, renewed and redeemed
Cleverly, creatively, clumsily I call
Call out to the Father My God who knows ALL
12/29/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
THERE’S NONE WHO KNOWS MY PERSONAL PAINS AND STORY NO ONE BUT GOD AND JESUS-
Sad but not lonely,
Got Jesus in my closet;
Not mad yet chosen;
Alone in my praises I forgot that;
There’s no one who knows my personal pains and story;
None but Jesus, no one knows but Jesus, Jesus and God O’ holy
Rich in mercies,
Forgiven of mine sins;
None not lost nor forgotten;
I am saved by the blood of Him;
There’s no one who knows my personal pains or my story;
None but God and Jesus no one knows none but them Hallelujah;
There’s no fear;
With Jesus here in my mind, my heart, spirit realm;
Nothing but love flowing every, every, everywhere;
Sad but not lonely,
Got Jesus in my closet;
Not mad yet chosen;
Alone in my praises I forgot that;
There’s no one who knows my personal pains and story;
None but Jesus, no one knows but Jesus, Jesus and God O’ holy (Hallelujah)
10/14/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Innocence to one who knows
Distracted, poised, and then composed
The proper place shall never be
Light, laugh, child-visions see.
The blossom young can never hear
The beauty, grace, or trembling fear
That beckons weak to taste the scent
Among the flowers, time is spent.
Spring is growth and time and trust
Mine is over, short, and must
Fall away as summer reigns
Flowers bloom in lovers’ lanes.
To tug the gentle petal young
Whose golden voice above all sung
Within the growth there is one rose,
Innocence to one who knows.
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