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My 31st Leaf
Obtained thee from up
Just a second gap
For years with a crowd
Holy float enshroud
“San Enchero” leaf
From a man on top
Near the icon's lap
Devotee clusters
Among churchgoers
Near highschool classmates
It's a holy day
It is Good Friday
At early evening
After float blessing
Twenty-Ninth of March
About church in front
Diagonal slant
Where people gather
Here banwa proper
One of the last floats
It's memorable
For I was able
To effortless pick
Now's so very quick
About one second!
-03/29/2013
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
I’ve barely started to walk, feet ache
still figuring out how to make a poem.
Some lines come easy while some stuck
but I keep running round the clock.
Each day might pull me a different way
some soft with hope and some hard to say.
But if I show up with a heart in hand
I’ll find my voice and learn to stand.
Each step I take a day
Leads me home, a place I'd like to be
Hurdles may come I know, never will I sway
For I know each step adds to the true me.
ocean nordic breadth
briny waves foam quilt sea cliffs~
seagull’s hungry squawk
12/6/2023
Two hundred, a number so big or small,
But with significance, that stands ever proudly tall.
It could be the number of steps you took,
Or the pages you read, in a favorite book.
The entries of your favorite Anthology!
Two hundred, a milestone breached,
It could be the number of friends you've reached.
A journey started, with miles to go,
Two hundred steps closer, with every hello.
Two hundred, a reminder of time,
A fleeting moment, but not a crime.
It's a chance to reflect, on what has been,
To count the blessings, that always win.
Two hundred, a number that's grand,
It could be the miles, across the land.
The start of a journey, that's long and true,
Two hundred steps, till the sky turns blue.
Two hundred, It's a reminder, to keep moving ahead,
To reach for the stars, and never to dread.
So take two hundred steps, or even more,
Chase your dreams, like never before.
With every step, you'll reach new heights,
And leave behind, the darkest of plights.
For 201 is right around the corner.
For 201,
you could even maybe just write about a corner!
I
If I could share this picture with you
I would, my dear writers, Beloveds -
Because Earth births us again & again
Long after burial, giving back, post-death
Nature in majesty: birds at play in scores
II
I see egrets commute to & from, my abused lake,
Here where plastic is king, adorning flora
Even fauna, sewers overflow, trash at waters edge
But egrets, & soon the comorants return, & declare:
We overcome, can't complain, we still have fun. Be!
y'all can have your 100
I'm seeking a higher plain in life
I'm striving for
200
a faithful servants reward, FOR MY LIFE
8/26/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2022©
I
Times when one had right to stop one's Beloved
From leaving on a trip, urgent but uncovered
For these times. Omicron has made Africa notorious
But Level 1 Lockdown prevents me being imperious
So, freedom still reigns in my home, we say goodbye
Mind flies ahead to the return (Quarantine or Reunite)?
II
Traveling mercies, LORD, for my Beloved; all who travel
Within nations and across them (though UN heard the quarrel)
Keep them wise, safe, Covid-free, but otherwise kind
Challenges to health and love we've had; when we began to unwind
Urgent pleas and chauffeuring arise. Church on Sunday remains
The focus of my being and those evangelized. Living to break chains
I
Relationships LORD
My trips
Asking You
Blessings, Cure
For All
II
"African" Omicron
Or European
Travel Restrictions?
Travel Apartheid?
Permissive Will,
Or Sovereign?
III
Still, Abba
Bowing Now
Loving Thee
Love All
and m e
** OMICRON is Letter 15 in the Greek Alphabet; It is also a star
*T* The 2 cases of Omicron Coronavirus in USA includes a person who returned from South Africa; and a Minnesota man who went to NYC for an anime convention. South Africa or its region did not "create" this mutation; African scientists did a great job in identifying it and sharing info with WHO.
white fur of the frost
draws patterns on the window -
blinded by beauty
03.02.2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The history of the two hundred year war
T'was blackness at it core
A Feudal Economic plan
It good conscience it couldn't stand
Thousands died in fields of waste
Quenching its bitter taste
Edits like Dred Scott
Its effect not soon forgot
Raiding maunders of the Klug Klux Klan
Hanging trees and a poll tax plan
Atrocities committed in Rosebud
Civil Rights a justice thud
Dispensation in the name of Obama
No ending there but a coma
Today they march commemorating its story
In false glorification of its history
I grew up at a very fast pace and I wasn't slowing down for
anybody.
As a child, I was tired of being told by the adults what I could
and couldn't do.
I was the child, yet they were having all the fun. I wanted to
have fun too, so I did what they did.
I was smoking cigarettes and having sex at eleven. Started
drinking and smoking weed at twelve.
I was a single mother at sixteen, married at seventeen and
wanting a divorce at eighteen. I buried my third child at twenty.
By this time in my life, being an adult didn't seem all that fun
anymore.
I am fortytwo now and can't erase none of the above. So if
you're reading this and still at a fairly young age...
Slow down. You're only a child for seventeen years and then
you will have the rest of your life to be an adult and do as you
please.
Blood beyond this room -
Flows to scream -
Where i wake -
Breaks a river to tear into a stream -
Wrists, bound to the blade -
I am veined to the twist -
Wild by nature -
Matured to be unknown - Sentenced by the present -
To live -
I have to die -
Just to feel alive -
Death has my back, free to the knife -
Blunt is the meaning -
Why why has no reason -
Even in 200 odd seasons
Ask for refuge to Allah
Whenever Satan’s temptation allures you
Surely Allah can hear and He knows too.
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