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Flashback Friday Poetry: I’ll Never Know; I’ll Never Glow

a mother’s Sweet Look i would never know
cursed as well as deprived did my soul feel
and no woman’s Love would make my life Glow

years of sadness covered my heart in snow
locked away behind a big Wall of steel
a mother’s Sweet Look i would never know

she bore me than just left me saying “No!”
it hurt so much i couldn’t even heal
and no woman’s Love would make my life Glow

as life went on i continued to grow
knowing what i wanted was never real
a mother’s Sweet Look i would never know

through women and girls my heart went so low
the skin on my face i wanted to peal
and no woman’s Love would make my life Glow

am i happier now i don’t think so
thinking as i’m alone eating this meal
a mother’s Sweet Look i would never know
and no woman’s Love would make my life Glow

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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Flashback Friday Poetry: Giants and the Arena

This is one of my favorite poems I’ve ever written. I believe it’s one of the best I wrote in my early writing days.

he awakes on the sand of My battlefield
disoriented much but he knows he’s been here
his Opponents await on the other side of the ring
They’ve been waiting for years for this boy to return
the boy is a man now braver and wiser
and stands without fear unlike he did before

for years subconsciously he’s feared My structure
the shrieking Crowd along My exterior
and the large colorless Demons from his dreams
it seems there is no moisture in the air
nothing to Smell nothing to Taste
as one overzealous Giant begins to charge

years past the child would have run on My sandy belly
but now he stands firm seeking a weapon in close proximity
a bloodstained Sword and Axe lay a few feet from him
and with great intent he seizes the iron Aides
he remembered the Giants from his nightmares
“they seemed larger then” he thought as the eager one fell

each of the giants fell harder than the one before
only the color of crimson Blood lay on the floor
this man had come back to settle a score
the Arena in His mind that i am no more
He returns to His world asleep in His bed
Knowing the giants will never wake from the dead

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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Flashback Friday Poetry: The Ostrich and the Canary

“an interesting place to hold a race”
the Weasel said to the Badger
“i recall the dare of the Tortoise and Hare
which took place on this very track
but who will win in this battle of wits
the Ostrich or the Canary
the Canary can fly like wind in the sky
but the Ostrich can move swiftly
it’s tough to decide but i have my eye
on the Ostrich and his long legs
so will you take my bet? you will regret
that’s the fastest Ostrich in town”
the Badger smiled, “you are no liar 
that Ostrich can move fast on his feet
the Canary, however, is quite clever
he will have a trick up his sleeve”

the Canary and Ostrich had trained for days
and now the race was underway
“we’ll have a good, clean race now” the Bulldog said
they say cheaters get fixed in the end
the Announcer Yak’s voice boomed through the speakers
“the Ostrich has left us in dust
and the canary soared off with a large gust
it’s anyone’s race this match is tough”
soon the contenders were away from the crowd
it was just the two of them now
twenty minutes passed and still no words spoken
concentration would not be broken
the hatred they had grown for one another
they wouldn’t look at each other
quarrels and arguments broke out every night
this race would decide who was right

the said conflict occurred a fort-night ago
they decided that very night
the question of who was right would be answered
at the place the Hare lost his Will
the mighty finish line was upon them now
their feud would end in just a few feet
the crowd was screaming as they were neck and neck
who would win this dirty, Fowl bet
they moved so fast the world around them was slow
feathers and dust left on the track
as they crossed the line, the Ostrich stretched his neck
he won literally by a nose
the Canary skulked away in his defeat
the Ostrich chased down the small bird
“looks like i won the battle this time old friend
i just don’t remember why that is”

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.