As, A Place in the sun, Village Ghetto Land
Pastime paradise, Land of La La,
Master Blaster, Alfie, Living for the city,
and Part time lover, Faith,
Another star, With a child’s heart,
Used to be, Just good friends
with You and I,
Frankie and Johnny,
Superwoman and Black Man,
Ebony and Ivory,
My Cherie Amour, You are the sunshine of my life,
For once in my life, Golden Lady,
My world is empty without you
Until you come back to me
Outside my window, I’m wondering
How come, how long,
Never dreamt you’d leave in summer
My Love, I don’t know why,
Lately, I wish,
You haven’t done nothin’,
If you really love me,
I believe,
We can work it out.
In the olden days, when we were in covered wagons
And stoking the fire before the kids arrived on horseback
the bride-to-be did not ask for specific wedding gifts
You bought people what you liked, hoping they would like it too.
I loved a pink and white bowl set; it was gorgeous!
So I bought if for my pal Sherry when she got married.
A month later she was showing me their new apartment.
Here is the closet of stuff we did not like, she said.
My pink and white bowl set was right out in front.
The box unopened.
I wanted to grab it and run with it.
But I was too socialized to do it.
June night…
Gibbous moonlight…
My inner pearl shining bright;
Dwarfed under reflection,
Yet un-shadowed—beaming…
Waiting her coming resurrection
Above the lunar mirrored gleaming.
Passing strange is her journey…
A June timed sojourn to destiny,
Teasing the moon’s cosmic majesty;
Tonight, we conquer the abyss between us:
Space, stars, satellites, or any other celestial stuff;
Nothing can keep me from the pearly glow of Venus.
Yesterday, you were here beside me
I woke to our bodies tangled in the sheets
we spent a day making plans and drinking tea
mapping out our future day by day, week by week,
Yesterday, you were here beside me
I watched as you smiled when I burnt the toast
we spent the day believing we had tomorrow
that we had so much time to fill with pleasures
Today, I woke and you were gone
the space in our bed empty and cold
I spend the day drinking tea, crying and hurting
Today, I am alone fearing the coming darkness
the emptiness, the void your absence leaves
all those plans sit on the shelf -mocking me.
Yesterday, I was happy.
when young I rarely played alone
many friends visited my home
among the many in my company
were heroes, cowboys. and fantasy
video games and an old arcade
I seldom went but often played
games of chance that tested me
my aim, skill, and tenacity
I traveled to space riding a cardboard box
took an imagination minus locks
kept butterflies for a little while
with ants for friends in a domicile
then came a steel Erector set
that daddy gave, and I did sit
building cars and Ferris wheel
seeing that as a mammoth deal
riding a birthday bike
I rode the trails of a little tike
traveled the alleys sidewalks and roads
looking for pets like turtles and toads
I found a photo the other day,
Deep in a desk - so tucked away,
A summer meadow full of cars,
Vital youths with eyes of stars,
'Midst revelry of songs unsung -
The simple joys of being young ...
(A joy drowned with the past ...
by complex worlds that spin too fast - much too fast).
There was no celebration more
Deserved of giving plaudits for,
Than being young, in love, alive!
With all the callow care to thrive,
No grand occasion needed, then -
A jaunty blossom, life back when ...
(A blossom plucked and pressed ...
between life's pages, now distressed - dispossessed).
Now, those poignant seeds are sown -
Flights of yester-dreams have flown ...
(Long flown and tucked away ...
deep in a desk ... now turning gray - old and gray).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Back When" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
Dreams of Dreams;
Yester dreams;
I forgotten days;
Of forgotten woes;
I forgot not always right;
My apology is true;
Cuz, darling I still love you;
Yester dreams lost love
To make tips;
To justify a Doctrine;
Forever darling I'm your friend;
I'm expressing a regret;
Let's not forget;
Fault insults and inferior substitute;
As for your love, lost love...
Yester dreams lost love
I find no absolute apologia
One who defends or attempts to justify;
Doctor to make apology;
Express regret
as for faults a short
I like Glory cool story with moral fable;
Please note and come to the table;
Yesterday dream lost love
8/27/74
Written words by James Edward Lee
ah yes the dreams of yester-year,
when life was young and sweet,
the age demon shifts a gear,
as homeward bound we creep,
doth sneer:)
bit *****,
i'll belt the little creep:)
re Harry Horsman
"Alone"
Don
Certainly I'll reminisce thereof the past,
Tho' shall not dwell therein it evermore.
For when I've inhaled and exhaled life's last,
Perhaps therein memory's realm I'll yet soar.
Yester year grievous
brought events mischevious,
fulfilling fate malicious:
my worst fears,
my nightmares vicious;
I was oblivious
to how cruel life can be.
I suffered
soul turned cold,
heart in flames,
my existence- all in vain.
I withstood
all that came
and still waited:
come what may.
My heart burned,
my soul froze
my ego died.
I awoke
coming to life:
damaged,
yet emotionally indestructible.
No pain is painful nowadays,
no trouble would bother me,
no emotion may hurt;
The sacrifice was cruel,
yet it became fuel
for my new life.
I ran into the yester-years
and found the father of fears
lingering in the lore of lies
sold to our simple skies.
I turned back to face the future
peeping at its pleasant picture;
Inscribed on an immortal image
…The symbol of a sincere sage
I looked around to toast today
Wooing its wealth all the way;
Now I know, I’ll never neglect
My past, present and prospect!