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When I woke up this morn and arose from my bed
I noticed that I had a small bump on my head
I asked my dear wife if I had walked in my sleep
No dear- she said, but you talked in your sleep
You talked with your ex-wife, and you asked for a kiss
That's how, my dear- I've got this bruise on my fist
Minding his own business we have Tweety Bird
up in his cage not uttering a word
until he tawt he taw a puddy tat!
then Tweety turns into a most clever sinister brat
There comes that day, inevitable day
when God will have had enough.
When His promises, humans overstay
hence, He will have his rebuff.
God's covenants come with a consequence
as we humans play the fool.
His forgiveness appraises disobedience;
and He governs with sovereign rule.
Is it selfish to pray, "Lord, Jesus, come
to take your children home"?
Such brings the destruction of earth's kingdom;
yet shall tribulation convert some?
Away with the pretense of our praise;
God knows the song of our hearts,
His justice rolls as the rivers raise,
judgment will stream as His Spirit departs.
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek:
Pale, inviting and warm enough to kiss
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.
Shielded close to her open lips, eyes seek
Patiently... so moment goes not amiss,
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek.
On top her chest's fountain lies tips so meek,
Choice could travel its miles without a hiss,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.
Labelling tricks mouth could parade at streak,
Palm could turn on... over silent tigh's bliss,
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek.
How wet dragging lips put bed in shock, creak!
Out of baffling gestures... wish she resists,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.
Reaching out on moment, desires bespeak...
To an endless but deep dreamland- abyss;
Peace holds trouble at woman's subtle cheek,
Attentively with regards, seeming freak.
Human life is like a water bubble, It appears and disappears for a moment, Try to fill up bubble by your trouble, Soar up your dream and keep silent, Protect your own energy like a bubble, Feel your worry has gone as a solvent.
I was seven, barefoot in the hallway,
nose pressed to the brass knob of the guest room—
she’d left the key out,
but I wanted to see through,
the way you want to see the belly of a piano,
strings naked, all hammer and throat.
The maid caught me,
her voice full of linen snaps and starch—
What are you doing, Miss?
I lied. Said I was looking for the cat.
There was no cat.
Only the shimmer of her hair under her cap,
and the broken goldfish bowl of my curiosity,
spilled on the carpet of my chest.
That night the sky turned dark like a locked door.
I thought about the keyhole,
how it had looked back at me.
How secrets sit still like fish
in the murk of people’s lives,
waiting for someone small and stupid
to come tap the glass.
And I,
with my hollow hands and soft mouth,
wanted only to know
what lived behind things.
A dry, barren desert, harbinger of death
The dwellers there, yearn for a banquet.
Some by poor choices have made their way there
Others by misfortune arrived unaware.
Friends in the valley, do not despair
God is beside you His comfort to share.
He will provide the power to cope
and make trouble’s valley, a gateway of hope.
The trouble with Tribbles?
They leak and they dribble
especially when in your lap.
Beware if you cuddle;
they’re likely to puddle
when they are first roused from a nap.
though winds hurl
with all their might
they cannot break me
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Wahala Yon Trouble Problem
Man, I am in hot water
In a jam wit out peanut butter
Nothing personal man
been in the soup up against it
Yet in all this N that
I am renewed in Christ
Wahala Yon Trouble Problem
Life's annoyance unpleasantness tribulation
I am of the perfect nation
we've hear a man born of woman is full of trouble
so in this in that unpleasantness annoyance
disquieted issues end results
blessedness
Wahala Yon Trouble Problem
pidgin
Wahala Yon Trouble Problem
wahala yon gbege wahala
man, i am for hot water
for a jam wit komot peanut butter
nothing personal man
been for di soup up against it
yet for all dis n dat
i am renewed for christ
life's annoyance unpleasantness tribulation
i am for di perfect kontri
we've hear a man born for woman na full for gbege
so for dis for dat unpleasantness annoyance
disquieted wahala end results
blessedness
4/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
I munched on some brownies with cheer
But soon things became unclear
The world spun around
I fell to the ground
And laughter reduced me to tears
the gossip goes that the lad O'Shea
stands accused of mischief and horseplay
worse ~ caught righthanded at the town café
looking for a quick and easy payday
now he's laying low in some forsaken hideaway
waiting to make a swift getaway
trying his best to outrun judgment day
in his best friend's brand new Chevrolet
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The trouble with me, besides what you've seen
is the way I get drunk on your eyes and slit my
wrists to the way you smile in your sleep.
Should have known this love would be my
damnation.
The passion behind every kiss were figments of a
jaded imagination.
So I play my music on this old dirt road,
While I smoke something dangerous.
Anything to take away this hopeless rose, once our
love that's wilted and fallen on to the pavement.
I'll forever remember those moments where time
somehow stood still.
The way my heart would skip beats,
Such a euphoric thrill.
Suffice it is to say I've gone through a change.
A metamorphosis made in a patchwork of rage.
Tired of playing these games I call it a day, drifting
off to the abyss in staggered and dazed.
Maybe to see a path to a better future the next time
that I wake.
And can there be another place
Where love and kindness find their space
A place where carefulness controls
Where tricks and treachery
Fall in holes
And smoothness paves
The daily paths
Of those
Who have no sense of ease,
Whose struggles never seem to cease?
Yes, indeed, there is a place
Where hopes and future have a face.
Not made of things not merely matter
Not loads and loads of useless chatter.
True hope is real
In reach of all
Whose voices call
Confessing need
And then proceed
To trust that love
That holy love
Of precious, precious Jesus.
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