Dice black and white
Not looking for a fight
Lucky hands, grip tight
Wanting a winning sight
Put pair into flight
Fist raised, power, and might
Snake eyes say good night
seas of trees
green like peas
light wind breeze
puts my mind at ease
before that deep freeze
during eighty degrees
head to Missouri please!
Late night paradise:
Cold cooling summer nights;
About need a hooded sweatshirt;
Summers brisk;
Cold
New day dawn;
Humidly warm;
About to turn the fan on;
Simmers brisk;
Hot
In take embrace the air conditioner;
Nothing better in summer;
Thank a cold mixed frozen lemonade;
Sweet/Cooling
Cold HOT SwEeT/Cooling
9/2/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing me a song, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
A song of ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ tropical trees,
Of islands ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Of fishes and corals ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
And seahorses ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Sea Shell, Sea Shell,
Sing of the things you know so well.
(Blackout of Sea Shell by Amy Lowell)
If you love something a lot,
you can do amazing things with it,
like a sun that loves the sky so much,
it colors it gold every morning and evening.
Look at the sunflower.
It turns its whole face toward the light,
like it's saying, thank you, thank you,
and that's how the world gets brighter.
When you love what you're doing,
your hands become like little rivers,
they just keep flowing and flowing,
and hard things start to feel like fun things.
A picture painted with love
glows like a firefly in a jar,
though not perfect, but alive,
lighting up the whole dark room.
So love big.
Try hard.
Whatever you make with love in it
will shine.
_____________________
Even in today’s world, there are more things that would make a man happy than sad---all easy to get and free. But there are people whose default mode is to feel sorry, virtually a defect mode. This ghazal dwells on this irony.
___________________
On crest or in valley, they’d feel sorry,
Take them to place any, they’d feel sorry.
Take them even to the Eden Garden,
Looking wan and weary, they’d feel sorry.
Those intent on feeling forever blue,
On days sanguine sunny would feel sorry.
Those in love with their dreary history,
Turn things cheery, teary to feel sorry.
Let Fate bestow a lucky break, I’d stake
My last silver penny, they’d feel sorry.
_____________________________
Satire | 29.08.2026 | fate, happy, irony, sad/sorry, satire, Ghazal
What a way to begin the week,
A crystal blue sky reflected in a Mediterranean sea.
A Thousand Kisses Deep by Leonard Cohen,
The melody that is, not the words
Waft out from the speaker
Of the beach front hotel
In Port de Pollenca, Mallorca.
I'm biding my time, gazing onto the calm
With, coffee and treat.
There's nothing blue about this Monday
An unexpected moment of,
Bliss and solitude
Takes hold
Where everything is perfect
In a sometimes, imperfect world.
The trumpet players lips caress the melody
of; A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Sending out its waves onto a
Blue Mediterranean bay.
Then a text bleeps,
'Leaving in five.'
I arise, take up my bike and walk
In step and on the right note
For the day ahead.
Spinning around self
and sun that sets
feeding life on clock
preset to end
dividing day
from night
work from rest
cradling in one lap
life and death
and all that is of earth
returns to earth
when veil descends
and all around is light
the soul ascends
to Sun without a night
and if its halo
by unbelief
was dimmed
will fall into the pit
against its wish
drawn by same strings
that held it in sin
for love is free
and soul
that’s dead inside
is puppet
of the masters
outside
life is love
and love
life eternal
paradise.
Violently delicious
You play with my mind
Looking for logic i can't swim against time
Am I marked to be doomed
Am I cursed or worse already dead
I can't help to think
But thats when Iam at my worst
Its just the way we play your cards
When I think I have a chance
It all breaks down
Its a sweet party just like you Let me dance the hood of my car
Let me scream and shout
Ill wait for this time and space
Iam a lucky man
But so God damn.unlucky
Is it just all mankind
What happened in the last 5 years
What happened to luck, posterity,sucess
Do I shout out.. hey you !
Stop this merry go round
It ain't merry I quit booze
I quit weed, I quit living for the future
How can you be so proud
Just take a look at this town
If you got a better name
You better use it
If someone can stop this spiral
We better do it
¦¦¦ years are ¦¦¦¦¦¦ creeping ¦¦¦
Beneath ¦¦¦ summer sun;
Yet, ¦¦¦¦¦ in silent love and peace
Our lives ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ run.
Beyond ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ veils the coming years
I see no ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ clouds, nor falling tears.
Beside life's river we ¦¦¦¦ stood
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ side by side;
Where ¦¦¦¦¦ roses bloomed ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
And gleamed the lily's pride,
¦¦¦ happily ¦¦¦¦¦ we've plucked the ¦¦¦¦¦ wild flowers
while ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ passed away the sunny hours.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
With ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ hope of youth;
God grant thy heart may never know
Aught but ¦¦¦ purest truth.
Keep ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ soul its faith and ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ love
Until they ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ bloom in heaven above.
Beside the river ¦¦¦¦¦ we stay
¦¦¦ swift the hours fly ¦¦¦
While ¦¦¦ upon the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ banks
¦¦¦ flowers silent lie.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ beyond the mist, our longing eyes
¦¦¦¦¦ seek ¦¦¦ gleaming walls of paradise.
(Blackout of Irene by Fannie Isabelle Sherrick)
You’re walking now
in perfect paradise,
your vision restored
like never before.
You get to be with
all who have gone before.
No more pain.
No more suffering.
Your memory lives
in each of us,
in the stories you told
and the time spent together.
We cherish
each of the memories made,
missing you here on earth,
but we all know
you made it home
to live eternity
in perfect paradise
with the Lord by your side.
In the house of many mansions
We know you’re looking down on us
from heaven up above,
watching over your loved ones.
We know how proud you were
of all us kids
and your grandchildren too.
We love you, Daddy,
and we will miss you deeply
until the day we reunite
in perfect paradise.
Watch over Mommy
as she goes on
without the love of her life.
Send her little reminders
every now and then
to let her know
your love will never end.
Goodnight, John-Boy.
Rest in peace.
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father's house has many rooms... I am going there to prepare a place for you." — John 14:1-2 :::
Written for my father who passed away June 7th 2026
used to refer to as we said goodnight.
If the world ends right now,
will seek for the god in the last vow.
Hands shaking, breath thin,
knees to the ground, nowhere else to begin.
As if plants were crying in,
due to humans having skeptical thinking,
cutting roots we don’t understand,
taking without asking, leaving scars on the land.
destroying one or two but the whole life of the livings.
Forests falling silent, rivers forgetting how to sing,
birds with no sky, and children with no spring.
We broke the chain and called it progress,
we broke the world and called it less.
Oh God,
If I get a chance for a last vow,
wanna seek for you in a row.
Not just one prayer and then goodbye,
but line after line, till the stars go dry.
Let me speak, let me stay,
let me mean it, just this one last time.
She never had a night light or cuddled a doll.
Nobody asked her to dance at the senior prom.
Nobody ever placed the gem of life in her hand.
Mr. Glitter always found her but was never a humble man.
Black angel chasing peace of mind down a glass pipe.
Sometimes death offers more peace than does life~
She grew up in the Keys,
Beautiful sun and sand,
On the surface, man,
Her life was grand
But she was also holding down
Family secrets with both hands,
Trying to smile through the raging storms
No one else could understand
By: J.N.R Dutton
When it was,
That none did work for money
And not one would work for fame,
And the work was done for joy,
With each and everyone,
In each their separate ways,
Possessed by honest eyes
That would and could and did,
Draw the thing's, as they themselves
Knew the things to be.
Truly, had this happened,
Or so it seems to me
Not so long ago,
In our far flung histories.
It was when all the art and all the war
Was done, for all the good of folk and tribe,
Just as it is and was, and will forever be,
In each
And every
Child.
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