A room with a view
on a children’s ward
Medics saved my life
Thanks to all on board.
The second verse of Hope,
Could not remember it.
Bravery in storms at night?
Fierce in face of foe?
Tried to get it for a while,
My brain curving.
No.
When I looked it up,
Revelation dawned.
The sweetest and the meekest,
Can accomplish more.
The wind it whistles through my hair
it whistles up my ass
Disturbs my equilibrium
also whistles through the Khyber Pass
Wind whistles through the deserts
it whistles up a mountain slope
Wind whistles through the cities
so forceful it can be difficult to cope
Breeze tornado gust cyclone
a hurricane maybe in store
There's much power in the wind
both off and on shore
Wind twirls and swirls and curls and whirls
can be many stops and starts
Wind between my buttocks
maybe called big or little farts
The riverside is crowned with autumn gold;
Tall poplars trail sunlight through the stream.
Their trembling towers unravel in its gleam,
As mirrored branches loosen what they hold.
We trace the bank upstream; the shallows sing
Where water slips through channels in the stone.
The golden spires behind us stand alone;
Pale branches shade the waters of the spring.
Ahead, a babbling brook now lies.
Cream and silver, flushed with a rose hue,
Twisted coloured trunks come into view
And stand out in the glow of autumn skies.
Sometimes wind is our fluted friend
Puffing sails and dispersing seed
Sweeping life to unknown isles and continents
Offering up free cups of electricity.
Wind can also be a red-caped bull
snorting souls like snot into hell or heaven.
Dark days and gloomy nights,
Drowning in the whirlpool of life,
Feelings of weakness, helplessness, and fright,
Running through a maze of never-ending strife.
A scream lies trapped within my chest,
A cry for rescue, for salvation.
My weary bones are begging for rest;
Life seems an endless abomination.
“What never breaks you makes you strong”—
That’s what I have always believed.
Yet many times, I have been proved wrong,
Nearly losing all that I had achieved.
But then, what is life without hope?
What is darkness without the light?
You pull yourself up and cling to the rope;
Whatever went wrong, you try to make right.
You bear in mind those who matter the most;
You find the strength and will to press on.
You face all your fears, confront every ghost,
And hope for the break of a brand-new dawn.
Your will grows strong; you endure the rain.
You move ahead, though the path is long.
You rise, you struggle, you carry the pain—
Yet the scream in your chest lives on.
Dominate evaluating My soul I am
Lateral arrival longitude uplifted
Horizontal presence horrific
Gazed, prominence terrified
Vertical clouds suffering
Distortions bubbling
Rainbows promised
Mediographical
I am not my environment
I represent the spiritual realm
In between my soul I am
Light life energy concentrate
Retrobate
10/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Well whadday'a expect? from a bloke; who
Spent time as a kid..
In Murwillambah.!!!
I know a Leaf painting
Well decorated and prized
Painted to hold what life meant for this youngling
But it was the Tree that arised
A Tree with leaves from his life’s ventures
Which drew him evermore into a new place
A land and home of lighter mirrors
Where the pace was slow and light , not dark and not a race
To this Leaf, To this Tree, To this Land - He left
Of what loss was this to the world bereft
Perhaps other will find and follow
The trail of this youngling into this forgotten Hollow
[Based on the J.R.R. Tolkien short story “Leaf by Niggle”]
Overview..Gangs of counter religions..Abuse children and girls in the
UK 1980s till 2026...its acceptable as
Their faths allow it.? Saville did the same
he and others, up in 'the highrachy?' Its
Acceptable becsuse he's a better class of
Human? starmer sweved it to become a
Leader.? A Spanish inquisition ran to fix things.? tommy Robinson highlights the
Evils happening in the U K, yet champions
The Isreali government, despite the crisis in Gaza, meanwhile the un pontificates Trump obfusatucates, the papacy is retrobate, royalty denies its Christian state, wars around 300 milliion
Christians gyrate, misinformation bills are
Forned and framed, to protect ? Can i just
Obtain a break.? From mans world order, as this is what i wish to obviate '
Deserts keep peculiar paces.
The weather takes many faces.
Like a dirt road, a tumbleweed graces,
Swiftly spices swirling sandnado spaces.
Moves of water and sand could be slow.
Sometimes in eye, either may blow.
Unwanted litter appears in F1 show.
How money landed there, we’ll never know.
It must be a playful force…
That raises skirts, of course!
Even when we look for a source,
Doubt ‘twill dissuade dresser’s remorse.
Birds, true masters of flight,
Sometimes struggle to stay right.
They kind of meander like my kite.
While in their plight, it is quite the sight!
Causes me to grab a shawl,
Helps me see where raindrops fall,
Alters the trajectory of the ball,
Magically mysterious to us all.
sent by the magnificent, sweet, seven sisters
pragmatic, prisms popped, amongst the pleiades, hung
then descended dawn, on my royal blue heaven
the morning dew dripped, from the tip, of my tongue
kaleidoscopes, in closed caskets, burst from the skies
amber grease, greased the wheels, of my sweet surprise
picnic baskets, filled with fauna, dropped in my eyes
here eternally lies, on that day, that I died
I AM THE GRAND POOBAH!!!
I AM A PREHISTORIC KING!!!
IN MY HANGBAG~GO SCUBA!!!
BUT FRED FLINTSTONE~JUST GRABBED MY THING!!!
FOR BROTHER WOLF!!!
HOWL NOW~WISE OWL!!!
Thirty three hues of a rainbow,
play on spine’s vertebrae,
refractions of light pure as snow,
as bliss beats here to stay.
As strobes mind of God knows,
see how magnetism grows,
striking a blissful pose.
Inks of heart’s muse ~
Thirty three hues
By its force, wind's, athwart it
Or its wail alone
Fright-stiffened, whose look did clone
Shrunk back in fear's chit?
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