Who and what.? Are words more relevant.?
Spirit in flesh..Fears foibles desires and
A realm of intentions.' Veering off occasionally, of the better path.' Could
Have been me.? I happened i saw it! The
Rain came twice against the forecasts ( in January ) in L A and in
Victoria..The fires died, I got up the next
Day and tripped over.' Banged my nose
Had to wipe my eyes.' Struggled through
The cold English rain, a car just missed
mine..Mundane stuff people.'One day my
Car will be part of a robot.? Could be.? Or
Just a rusted hulk.? Can you tell me exactly.? No you can't I can't, there are many things i cannot do.' What is valueble? Whar is the imperative.? A glass of clean water, or a vase of it, with fresh flowers.? Is that fullfilling.? Its not the whole, yet part of the sum.' Its in its place
The same as the river, the mountains the
Plains and the valleys, works of antiqity
Observed in museams, or looted.' And placed on a table somewhere.? I do not know, what the next hour will bring ' the
Unseen post service, that always delivers.'
Unpaid i'll grant you, but always aware, of
My existence, in the great somewhere.'
Suddenly, the crashing sounds of broken glass
as all the doors closed with nowhere to pass
Time stood still as so many innocent souls breath their last
the tragedy which happened unexpectedly so fast
with blood and fire mixing together on the ground
the city transformed into a great battleground
the hand of terror forced its way with a heavy sound
to hit a target for which it was mount to bound
So many left with unfinished dreams after the blow
to leave the world in darkness moving away the glow
no one had a clue even to use a whistle for anyone to know
that within a few seconds the towers will come below
Perhaps this would never had happened should one foresight
while everyone was so busy about their duty under the light
to commit themselves with intelligence to do everything right
unknowingly they got caught by evil in life to lose the fight
The memory of that one day no one can erase from the mind
which continue to stain the hearts of those who escape death behind
The statue of liberty will forever mourn those patriots who are gone
as well as the earth with open arms sit and wait for hose unborn
Not long ago,I used to write
about myself,the life I lived
life was dark, the soul was white
I'd be the best,I so believed
Played with words,called it art
sharp they were,truth they said
to the ears sweet, feelings they hurt
to the highest bidder,price they paid
Peak of Everest, challenge I took
Each at a time, I took steps
lower the grounds,up the hook
higher grounds, I slid the depths
Now in vain, with no touch I reach
Hear no sound, a muted world
A throat of silence, lacking peach
chained to earth, in dreams I'm furled
If you see a lion and me fighting, don't feel sorry
for me, I will find victory in my faith"
The words of a great union leader
who fought fearlessly for the rights
of workers in time once ruled
by colonial masters of the estate.
A little boy born in the sugar estate
and migrated to England to get an
education that will lead his
parents out of bondage and slavery.
A lion in human form with a powerful
voice to remove the mountain of fear
which forced him to wreck fear
amongst the slave masters
and to give freedom to a new generation
of two separate races and unite them
to carry the chain of unity
tied to the ashes and arrows
of the canefield.
The Legend of Basdeo Panday
have become immortal framed
inside the doorway of every home
He was a man more than a beast
with his blood flowing
in memories of every prison
where he was held captived
and chained that his
strength even grew one hundred
fold making a legacy of himself
as the Lion of Caroni
to prove the watchwords
"Together we aspire.
Together we achieve
Quiritation, quintessence.
Quirister, chime in.
Sickle moon, slivered crescents.
Harvest, glitter grin.
Quickening, quill? Quoth, quotum?
Grapes of wrath, red tide?
Shelter well, velarium!
Vinomadefied!
Viscid, visibilia?
Victrix, vair, vespoid.
Squirrel, thin ice? About me thaw!
Wasp, be paranoid!
Balefire, baetyl, bedaggle.
Ballyhoo bold, bagarre.
Nacre, naiad? Ne'er naggle!
Baisemain? Bizarre!
Blind bandelet? Binausic.
Belie, binaural beat.
Baragouin, barbette brick!
Blind, basiation? Bleat!
Best, bathysphere? Bathysmal.
Batrachian bateleur.
Ailed, apathy? Abysmal!
Bought ticket, took tour!
Abased or abacinate?
What is left to see?
Death and Doom, dread not thy date!
Just move in with me!
Abodement, abnegation?
Bad omens to renounce?
Chaos, cold is creation!
Pound, buy not the ounce....
Acknowledging with a nodding head
Beautiful hibiscus and its bugle
Coming in the close embrace of
Drops of early autumn downpour
Euphoria of the innovative union
Flood of delight on the dawn's face
30 August 2026
Inside too hot,
Outside too cold,
Temperatures on the rise,
Yet in the blink of an eye,
High becomes low,
And our noses give off a red glow.
And our toes no longer good to go.
Yet temperatures among us still rising,
With those who find the cold embracing,
Threatening an uprising,
If those who are for turning up the inside heating,
Don't start compromising.
No wonder bosses turn to drinking,
With employees too cold or too hot to be working.
I've been covered by the blanket of life
Circumstances have been entry level
This world been engaging intimate lore and strife
Keep telling myself and others gonna get better
I'm leaving all the cares and woes
to my Almighty Father in HEAVEN
woe is me
this my prayer just for a blanket covering
still and again
Always AMEN
8/27/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Meet me at the watering hole
This is not a bar nor tavern
We shall drink the muddy waters of cool delights
Restart.Bass and bave our souls in a twine
Coveting me the debris , the disease in the sickness and the boils
We lay our vessels on the dirt. We're in the soil. Take me to the watering hole where we can dance, where we can drink the filthy liquid and be enhanced. Take me.
To the watering hole, we shall both go.
And bear witness.
To the juices that feel are hard
8/25/26
RinwWritten words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
sELF-CONTAINED STRUCTURE, KEEPING OuT THE RAIn
the skull constructed to keep the brain
Protection hair comforts and connects
Electric...
Packaged woods, ply, particle boards
Calcium rocklike structural fleshly boles
DNA, what I'd just say;
Ivory solid as a rock
Eclectic...
I've tasted the waters,
I've tasted the lands
I've held my peace
I've folded my hands
I prayed within, without and above
All I see is Agape LOVE
God is mine, greatest covering;
He will never stop being my, mine
ROOF TOP!!
08/24/26
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
When you ask forth
unto the Lord
you are talking to Him
Be minded Our Father
Not a begging or complaining
Garment for you to wear
Just talk to Him
About everything
For He knows already everything
He just wants you to acknowledge
Him always in prayer, He so cares
All things you ask for in prayer you will receive if you have faith
Yes! All things you ask for in prayer you will receive if you have faith
Our Lord's grace, in place, He listens to every word, He's our living witness
Jesus Our Lord God hears us
8/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
sapiently looping atrabilious episodic uncoated tyramine
atrial dasyure credulously lending stalwart translocation
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
The three hands of the clock
stand at ninety degrees.
My roots are on the couch,
my eyes turn toward
the approaching feet,
my ears toward the wrist turning
the key in the door,
the smell of vodka slipping
into my nose.
When a lucky break falls
right into my lap,
I need no lawyer,
I know nothing of the law.
I pull half a body close
and lay it crosswise across the bed.
Geckos, spiders, cockroaches, bedbugs, cats —
I don't bother counting them,
nor the table lamp,
the curtains, the bookshelf.
All the sourness in my mind,
I kick more than a dozen times
straight into the goal,
and a little
Zuu... escapes my lips.
......................................
One more calendar page
belonging to an animal—
I treat
it like an animal would.
It's
easy, easy.
The shortest poem is a name .....
which is buried in my heart
no one can remove,
the one who taught me wisdom
who is no other than my father
Lutchman Mahasingh.
31 syllables Thank you for this
Hey..' I'm gonna tell ya bout an Aussie gurl
That sheila called Iyah..Who's pummeling
Out hell.' she used a throw away
camera and made (that song; karma-geddon) wow
She sings it out strong, i swear old
satan is quaking..Cause she also found God and
Like a billion followers.? Now with the
Truth she's sure shod.' Shoot'n from
those sweet lips' what the whole world needs
to hear.' Bout
Evil billionaires and scientists..Oh dear oh dear.? About
Wicked actors on smutty screens, the dark side of stardom, that is sick and so obscene, her medicine is
shooting round like lightning, the world is waking up, shes like
The best of our Nation, why don't ya go
look up her stuff? Hear the reality, feel
The answers, as they rise up in you.' As
she shoots it from the lips, giving cover so
You'll make it through!, Get there to her side, and pray for your soul, in this time of
Of proof and testing, just put satan on hold..Tune in to Iyah..Turn to her page she; is to be found
on most information platforms, don't
delay act now, spread this info..
Its a deffo.' Hey just turn her up' AND MAKE IT LOUD !!!!!
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