Your Remembrance
A time, just a time, lived to you in his heart, passed age, this love
Age, nothing remained, an empty marble tablet in a cemetery park
Your path walk is late, didn’t you see? Worn, unreadable letters
On the stone, all the noble sentences were addressed to you, only
But, but someone is waiting for you. In the cemetery, still alone
Here is a stone, not a gravestone or a memorial stone. Just a stone
Invisible this past, hidden by ivy, a protective and friendly friend, love
Ivy, oh Ivy, I feel good under your anxious care, keep me here! Love
Love, past and missed desire. Oh, where is that time? The youth
The youth. The age of youngness. Age of burning love. Dead. Ours
Meeting with the love that kills nature. The human one. Killed love you
Love destroyed, a destroyed loved you. The stone. Radiating to you
Just a black tulip, please. And a whisky
Erma, I don’t need anything
Look at the faded portrait on my flat stone
Pure me with a bottle of whiskey. Famous Grouse
Drop down
A black tulip
Someone loved you
Leave him
Good
Categories:
youngness, fate, i love you,
Form: Free verse
The sun setting in horizon
Is like a deep sunken eyes
Looking beyond the sight grazing
As its rays too many lining
Penetrating the farthest outreach
Only to find its beauty fading
Like the beauty of woman waning
As age also waning its chances
Too gone are days of youngness
So sun setting is life's ending.
Categories:
youngness, life, metaphor, sunset,
Form: Free verse
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Yggdrasil
younglings
yobbishly
yohimbine
yammering yardsticks
year-round
yuppifying
yuppifies
yokefellow
yarborough
yellowtail Ypsilanti
yearningly
yellowback
yarmulkas
Yevtushenko
Yellowstone yachtswoman
yellowfin
yellowing
yearlings
yodellers
yearnings
yachtsmen yesterdays
yearbooks
yachtsman
youngberry
yarramans
yellowhead
yeastiest yardstick
yieldingly
youngling
yogyakarta
yoghourts
Yugoslavia yodelling
Youngstown
yarmulkes
yataghans
yawningly
yellowish
youthfully cowardly
yellowness
youngsters
yeastlike
youngness
Yiddish
yardmaster
yuppiedom youngster
Yaroslavl
Yellowknife
yellowcake
Yugoslavian
yuppified
Yorkshire
yellowest
yattering
yellowlegs
yesterdays
yeastiness
ytterbium
yesteryear
yardbirds
YouTubing
yellowwood
yellow-belly
Yucatan
yourselves
yabbering
Y words?
8/11/20
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Categories:
youngness, analogy, word play, words,
Form: Free verse
"Events mark the passage of time,
Just as seven days of the week are mine
Weeks turn into months,
Then into years to numerous to count
But define us by age,
A theoretical gauge
For it is only a number to report,
When mind and body have rapport
Curious when told to act your age,
Young or old, maturity must be obeyed
As if to confine,
Enthusiasm that is mine
To be better behaved,
Only makes me depraved
To embrace outside my box,
And ignore others who think I ought not
My ambition is not whimsy,
I just refuse to be sedentary
For I am up to the challenge or task,
As long as my body will last
In touch with the “youngness” of my heart,
To scale any and all life’s rampart’s
Acting as I can,
Being who I am
For what my mind sees of me,
That is what I believe"
Categories:
youngness, birthday, blessing, growth, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
Ribbons and bows tied to the flames
rose and scorched joy with scars mundane.
Two sick hearts arched in pain’s red stain.
No love to come would be this same.
Now, new fire crackles your sweet name.
I strain for your vision in vain.
Sadly, I feel our love lost aim
inside the youngness of youth's game.
My dreams tangle yesterday's chain
in today's now for love's sweet gain.
Ribbon and bow mementos maim,
treasured pics and trinkets cause pain,
but fantasy love has no strain.
I need our love’s ash-formed refrain
to stay away heart breaks strict reign.
Daydreams dance for us in my brain.
December 18, 2016
Categories:
youngness, depression, desire, fantasy, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Gift me radiant smiles and
And the beauty of a horse's neck.
Gift me glens of green,
Pastures pure, and distant tideless shores.
Gift me red velvet bows of Christmas spirit,
And happy-drunk uncles, and cousins and pets.
Get me a photo of last time,
When grandpa and grandma were alive,
And the kitchen and basted turkey were one scent.
Find me a family growing, eager to toot political
Hoopla to the family dining, or the aunt
Not related, never speaking, ingenious
And quietly correct.
Stop the now and rewind this scene,
I long for the gift of those years forgotten,
ego's urge unrelenting
To further move out of the sharpness of youngness, into the blur
Of since then.
Categories:
youngness, christmas, family,
Form: Free verse
When a baby take birth in this synthetic world
The joyness of parents on peak happiest moment in world
After the passing time a baby get admired and enjoyness in all peak
Everyone in the worls who knows him love him care him on the peak
Time is passing chapters are now going to opened
With the youngness stress is started it may little home worked
Now the time to make baby to a young one in the world
Situation going to be reversed everyone aspected dreaming from him
Now the baby who give happiness to world is now symbol of sadness
Now the to fall in love searcing for that someone who care for him.
Finally foung his own love by someone
Now again the happiness is on peak
Chapter of happiness get closed with the time
Broken trust feeling emotion care and all such type of word
The word alone is best friend for him
Now the hates the everything even ownself
Feeling finished care finished aloneness get to admired
Life is now worst for him and the frustation take him to the heaven
Lifes chapeters continued how much happiness and how more much sadness
It all the thing get finished at the end of the boy in the world
Avnesh yadav
Categories:
youngness, care, community, death, depression,
Form: Personification
To stand with your shadow.
The empty hollow cry.
I loved you for no reason, other than the kindness in your eye.
Where dreams fall behind us.
We danced to the ides of march.
Your ancient wisdom scares me as much as the youngness of your heart.
For people who would rather,
find a safe place to reside.
I choose to walk beside you, with both my hands untied.
Take my open palm.
Place your autumn smile inside.
I'll hold it through the winter, and release it when the spring wind arrives.
but promise me one thing.
you'll never look behind my eyes.
for in their depth you'll find broken, my long lost tulip harp.
Categories:
youngness, lost love, love, seasons,
Form: I do not know?
When I was a child I waited for Your call
How could You do this to me
We stood by the phone but You were busy
How could I have thought You heard
The youngness wasn't enough
You were too disconnected to answer
Unaware we dialed You again and again
The others waited too and starved
I believed in Your love
The Omnipotence fragmented
For you Brother
The signal was one ring and I should ring back
But the Power said disconnected
I tried You again but the voice said no
The number you have reached is not in service
So I checked the number and again it said clear
Those tears turned into a river and we saw You sail by
You were needed at the church and the glory
Two children stayed and together was no matter
Dancing we made new games and prayer
Oh Dio
Am older now and the prayer
My brother is gone cause he took a cab
Their was no fare
He doesn't wait now but I still
I hear him in the night
I see him in strangers and glances
Begging You I wait as before
The toys help with those moments and dialing
Your phone rings off the hook
God help us all
Categories:
youngness, brother, death, brother, brother,
Form: Narrative