Submissions by JWLEE
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2019 00:42am
6th Jul 2019 00:42am
William Butler Yeats In Jeans
I will return,
as some brambly fiend towards Bethlehem,
to
this as I know it
To the words
The art
To my freakself
An internal dream
of self recognition
I can no longer attempt
these pretensions of a person
left long ago
behind
I never really was
Never known
Never lived
Just another internal dream
with a nightmare monologue
and none of the recognition
I will return to the freewild
exuberance
unhinged & unhemmed
uninterrupted & uninhibited
& unhip ...
as some brambly fiend towards Bethlehem,
to
this as I know it
To the words
The art
To my freakself
An internal dream
of self recognition
I can no longer attempt
these pretensions of a person
left long ago
behind
I never really was
Never known
Never lived
Just another internal dream
with a nightmare monologue
and none of the recognition
I will return to the freewild
exuberance
unhinged & unhemmed
uninterrupted & uninhibited
& unhip ...
#TruthOfLife
#WilliamButlerYeats
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2019 4:56am
30th Jun 2019 4:56am
Disposable Hero (6/29/19)
He loved this song
The way the 2nd riff galloped
The dynamics of the whole band falling out
as the riff was introduced
Then the madness of the thrashy 3rd riff
just before it all turned over on itself
folding and twisting as it fell back lockstep
into the ride of the damned
Anger
Desperation
Scolding
Pleading
He took a hit off of his cigarette
(still Camels after all these years)
and reached for the sweaty bottle
He propped his scuffed black boot onto the edge of the coffee table
eyeing with...
The way the 2nd riff galloped
The dynamics of the whole band falling out
as the riff was introduced
Then the madness of the thrashy 3rd riff
just before it all turned over on itself
folding and twisting as it fell back lockstep
into the ride of the damned
Anger
Desperation
Scolding
Pleading
He took a hit off of his cigarette
(still Camels after all these years)
and reached for the sweaty bottle
He propped his scuffed black boot onto the edge of the coffee table
eyeing with...
#identity
#fate
#music #misunderstood
#music #misunderstood
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2019 10:16pm
30th Jan 2019 10:16pm
Ms. Swanson
In the stealing breath of your beauty
I have known many yearnings
the pleasure of a midnight touch
or a morning kiss
the cool shade of assurance true
and the harsh light of never known
to be warm & fuzzy
tho but a beguiling dream
ever on my mind
I have known many yearnings
the pleasure of a midnight touch
or a morning kiss
the cool shade of assurance true
and the harsh light of never known
to be warm & fuzzy
tho but a beguiling dream
ever on my mind
#love
#regret
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Aug 2018 6:04am
20th Aug 2018 6:04am
Hey
remember all that shit
that happened before
you were born
one day it's going to
happen again so stop
overthinking it
and just be--
fore it's too late
that happened before
you were born
one day it's going to
happen again so stop
overthinking it
and just be--
fore it's too late
#meditation
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2018 10:14pm
16th Aug 2018 10:14pm
Allegory
if i could sing you a song
to sleep or salvation
i know the words
i love you
just like then
would find their way
in
a subtext
a clever turn of the word
or just the right note
even without this serene sublimation
we've always just known
to sleep or salvation
i know the words
i love you
just like then
would find their way
in
a subtext
a clever turn of the word
or just the right note
even without this serene sublimation
we've always just known
#love
#regret
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2018 10:43pm
10th Jul 2018 10:43pm
No Worries
When they stare
or stereotype
turn up their noses
their lips
their eyes
and
most often
their opinions
when they dont
understand or
dont want to
understand
or cant understand
or maybe shouldn't
understand
even then
there is nothing to explain
or express
there is nothing to justify
or stand for
there is you
and yours and
you stand in that light
not humble
its not always
comfortable
or acceptable
or perceptible
but it is what you have
become from ...
or stereotype
turn up their noses
their lips
their eyes
and
most often
their opinions
when they dont
understand or
dont want to
understand
or cant understand
or maybe shouldn't
understand
even then
there is nothing to explain
or express
there is nothing to justify
or stand for
there is you
and yours and
you stand in that light
not humble
its not always
comfortable
or acceptable
or perceptible
but it is what you have
become from ...
#anxiety
#strength
#rejection
#courage
#honesty
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2018 9:50pm
8th Jul 2018 9:50pm
He Who Wishes
i can hold out a hand
and you could turn away
i could turn my back
and you can reach out
and if contradictions
and missteps were a dance
i have asked
may i
for the final time
the shape of things to come
is but a shadow in the corridor
and hope is only fear
in the disguise of a benevolent
well-wisher who knows...
and you could turn away
i could turn my back
and you can reach out
and if contradictions
and missteps were a dance
i have asked
may i
for the final time
the shape of things to come
is but a shadow in the corridor
and hope is only fear
in the disguise of a benevolent
well-wisher who knows...
#disappointment
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2018 5:29am
11th Jun 2018 5:29am
The Most Important Thing
to remember when youre
scrolling through your FB
feed is that no matter how
enviable some peoples
lives may appear they
usually only show you
the very best they have
because thats about all
we got for the rest of the
world nobody wants to show
you those late nights when
the weight of the world and
your heart makes it damn
near impossible to hope
let alone swipe for more
scrolling through your FB
feed is that no matter how
enviable some peoples
lives may appear they
usually only show you
the very best they have
because thats about all
we got for the rest of the
world nobody wants to show
you those late nights when
the weight of the world and
your heart makes it damn
near impossible to hope
let alone swipe for more
#humankind
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2018 2:32am
3rd Jun 2018 2:32am
Cowboy Song
Had a .22 and a bottle of frontier whiskey
had a thought
of a long time ago when some old cowboy
put a slug thru wood rot
felt that same rush and
nearly pulled the trigger
but then i saw the barrel
against my head
and thought of a new orleans funeral
in the rain
the first strains of a broken hearts note
so then i took another swig off the blown-glass
and thought of a poker face assassin
barely widening his eyes
against the deepest burn
and turning around
i saw the ghost of my own
i nearly pulled the trigger...
had a thought
of a long time ago when some old cowboy
put a slug thru wood rot
felt that same rush and
nearly pulled the trigger
but then i saw the barrel
against my head
and thought of a new orleans funeral
in the rain
the first strains of a broken hearts note
so then i took another swig off the blown-glass
and thought of a poker face assassin
barely widening his eyes
against the deepest burn
and turning around
i saw the ghost of my own
i nearly pulled the trigger...
#nostalgia
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th May 2018 4:05am
26th May 2018 4:05am
Kinks (New 5/24/18)
#marriage
#humankind
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st May 2018 10:11pm
21st May 2018 10:11pm
Untitled
The great cleveland martyr of the
.22 caliber third eye once
observed
"people used to be afraid of poets
now they don't listen anymore"
and
i
some 48 years later read
that quote and look to some
fabled heaven in
a kind of ritualistic
sympathy
or is it empathy
or is it some word i have yet
to create
because thats what i want
to create words
that will confuse or frighten
and enlighten
known
or unknown
i want to stand on my porch
with a load
of buckshot pointed
at...
.22 caliber third eye once
observed
"people used to be afraid of poets
now they don't listen anymore"
and
i
some 48 years later read
that quote and look to some
fabled heaven in
a kind of ritualistic
sympathy
or is it empathy
or is it some word i have yet
to create
because thats what i want
to create words
that will confuse or frighten
and enlighten
known
or unknown
i want to stand on my porch
with a load
of buckshot pointed
at...
#honesty
#CallToAction
#WritingPoetry
#consumerism
#art
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SELF POEM
Published
21st May 2018 9:53pm
21st May 2018 9:53pm
Someone Once Asked Me
what do you write about
in your poetry
i said,
i write about
love and
sex
hate and
death
music and
beauty
work and
drudgery
and i write about
things like trying to
fish out a television
remote that somehow
slipped inside a hole
in my blanket and
now rests somewhere
deep between the outer
fabric and the inner
stuffing
hungover
and half asleep at
3:53 AM
in your poetry
i said,
i write about
love and
sex
hate and
death
music and
beauty
work and
drudgery
and i write about
things like trying to
fish out a television
remote that somehow
slipped inside a hole
in my blanket and
now rests somewhere
deep between the outer
fabric and the inner
stuffing
hungover
and half asleep at
3:53 AM
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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