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  Feb 2019 Jean Lewis
it is only right
if it feels like you're floating;
don't you go falling
Jean Lewis Oct 2018
Night came to reminisce the past
Lately realized; it won’t last
Never known they will bite the dust,
Sad to say, hard to take, it’s just.

Remember the diverse seasons
Smiling for distinct reasons
Frowning with some explanations
Simple yet complex descriptions.

I missed such accompaniment
Sentiments on our merriment
Don’t you implore for that moment,
Maybe because I’m too lenient.

Delightful yet painful memoir
This is simply paranoia
Deprivation of euphoria,
These epitaphs of nostalgia.

Now every single thing is gone
Even this poem is almost done
The sorrowful presence of none
And these happened because of one.

Simply because I remember.
I Remember...
June 01, 2015
-Jean Lewis
Jean Lewis Oct 2018
The horns warning danger are blown
Shrill cry of war from the unknown,
Your defenses on the guard rose
The warriors marched and fought but lost,
Swords were drawn and there was bloodshed
Cannons were fired ‘till all are dead.
Your kingdom is desolated
While on distant empires you fled,
When all your people are mourning
And you’re on the verge of dying …
But as I have constantly said,
Heed my call and you’ll be aided,
In defense, I am the strongest,
I will always be your fortress.
March 06, 2014
-Jean Lewis
Jean Lewis Oct 2018
Treading on unfamiliar land
where cold-heart atmosphere surrounds
raining with snowflakes of anguish,
the pink earth colored by bloodshed
crawling with weeds of dire nightmares
and fallen leaves of broken dreams.
Plants of ominous rivalry,
blooming with despair and sorrow,
the ebony trees of dark magic
bearing fruits of pain and misdeeds.
And the clouds of tears and sadness
along with tombstones of loved ones;
Thick fog of dying memories
And defiled waters filled with lies.

What garden grows in the winter?
A world of woe one must elude,
Wandered around this place once more,
And this is the winter garden.
The Winter Garden
June 01, 2015
-Jean Lewis
Jean Lewis Aug 2018
In these first eight lines,
On the eight day of the eight month
Eight days after mine
Marks the first day of the class.
No! Most importantly, it shall forever –
on a sleeping eight “∞”, remind me of you.
On the day you turn eighteen,
I write this for you.

Regardless, of what happened,
In the past… I know that you were always
Trying to be at your best.
And that I wish you know that you
Are definitely worth it – of the time and the effort.
Yes! Not were, but are – you are worth it
Of the love, and you are worthy
Of my love, always.

Not the slightest bit of regret,
I really did, I really do and forever I will
Always be here for you.
You are you, beautiful and noble,
You shall always hold a special place in my heart
An irreplaceable throne, for you alone.
So no matter what, remember that
I will never forget you.

I knew most of the time when
You were on the brink, weak, hurt, and in pain.
But, I’m sorry and I regret
That there was nothing I could do.
When you tried to smile, to be strong, okay and happy
I appreciate it and I treasure those moments.
I always knew you were trying,
You kept on fighting…

So for everything, I wish to affirm your
Every thought, every action, and all your efforts.
I thank even the slightest gestures,
I did not let the subtlest bit of them past my attention.
I shall always pray for your prosperity, happiness and well-being.
Remember, you can always count on me, and once more
Let me tell you, in the present continuous tense
Always will and do – Keziah, I love you.

Happy Birthday, Keziah!
A Rather Plain and Simple Happy Birthday for You
-Jean Lewis
July 21, 2018

P.S. Will post this on Hello Poetry on August 8.
P.P.S Initial notes ^^^. Thus, some are already incorrect.
P.P.S I'm sorry I just couldn't tell when you're free. But, I hope you catch even the tiniest bit of what I prepared for you.
Jean Lewis Jul 2018
If only I could tell her,
"Wait for me.
I'm coming soon.
I will return very soon.
Once again,
I shall hoist the flags
And venture once again,
I shall reach that
Perfect princess
On top of the tower.
I am longing, coming,
returning for you,
very, very, soon."
A Brief Moment
-Jean Lewis
July 22, 2018

This is not the poem I referred to in the previous one. Just a minor preparation...
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