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The things I mostly bothered about
Death, worry. those that shout
Death is always crawling about
a relative, a friend, someone with clout
Worry about the weather, children
the things we doubt
And we hear the voices that often shout
the screaming, the yelling 
the complaints of a spouse 
But the thing i worry most about
is the thing I can do nothing about

Please do not ask Your Child to Contribute

Please do not ask your children to contribute to your family or the world.
Raise them to think they are entitled kings, queens, and princesses,
do their work for them.
Keep them lazy and spoiled, let them develop an attitude of entitlement.
It would be silly for you to expect them to do their share.

Let them lollygag around,
doing nothing while you sweep and vacuum around them.
Fix the meals, clean off the table, wash the dishes, while they watch TV.
Let them know that manual work is beneath them; it is better suited to you.
When they go to a job interview, do not be surprised if they are not hired.

People who have been taught to pitch in and help, readily spot the lay-abouts.
And they do not leap across the desk to hire them.

Strange happenings

Since my partner passed away,
Life has not been good,
Maybe it's my state of mind, 
To be misunderstood. 
But many situations would be simply understood, 
It's when you know it's where abouts,
What's the likelihood. 
So many of my items have moved from where they were,
 A lack of concentration, 
Or a sneaky saboteur. 
I don't find it funny as it happens all the more,
It really gets my blood to boil,
And causes big uproar.
Some I find weeks later,
But some don't reappear, 
I also find that very strange,
If not a little *****.
Is my loving partner playing a little game,
And have a little giggle when someone else ide blame.

This Morning I Heard God Speak Through the Word Dedicated To God Is Speaking Ministries Janeen Brown

THIS MORNING I HEARD GOD SPEAK THROUGH THE WORD 

I just can believe yet I believe as I so received
My Father
My Dad
My God
Spoke to me

THIS MORNING I HEARD GOD SPEAK THROUGH THE WORD

I had a yesterday session
This something
I read my word

His word
The Bible
And the answer was forth lit up was right straight in
Front of me

All my doubts
My wondering abouts
The letters those words lit up my soul
As all mine answers were flush out

THIS MORNING I HEARD GOD SPEAK THROUGH THE WORD

I gave a verbal joust
My witness was brought forth
Mine blessing unfold
This day I read The Word
I heard God speak
I listened
I heard
As the bible lead me to Jesus

THIS MORNING I HEARD GOD SPEAK THROUGH THE WORD
Reading the bible, the word of God which leads us
To Jesus 
Speak Lord Speak, Hallelujah

11/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

My Soul Mate

I would live a thousand years,
To wipe away your saddened tears,
To hold you close and keep you safe,
To feel the warmth of your embrace,

I'll wait a millenia if that's what you need,
Till your mind in turmoil is finally freed,
So the man I love is mine alone,
And joins me on my happy throne,

Your life is mine forever my love,
My life is yours to keep,
No one can take that away from us,
My heart for you does weep,

I know your in there hiding out,
Your wall one day will fall,
And I'll be waiting here abouts,
I'll stand by you through all.

I love you ??

No Pomp We Have Enough Pomps

No pomp we have enough pomps
No ceremony
i seem to be quite bletherie
Which means i like to chat
or at least con the verse
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Reversed creation as i bleed a pendulum swing
different shades of profanity
once actually said f**kf**ketyf**kf**k to a settee
just to annoy the vicinity
wHATS THISall about
trust me even i have
doubts
any body seen a sanity
here abouts

In the Bible On My Shelf

They say that in the Holy Land so very far away
there really are SAMARITANS, who to the present day
at Eastertide or then abouts ..but wait! Who comes our way?
Some long-haired Wanderer, I've guessed,
but let US listen for a JESt to what HE has to say!

"My names are one and many,to some I was JIM CROW.
'GOOD AFRICAN" is what you'll write if you should choose to know."
"My name was Sean O'Hara, your NEIGHBOR from the FALLs.
GOOD MAN, put down that rifle before the thing reCOILS."
"My name is Isaac Mandelbaum, your face I mark it true.
It is most clear that you should write quite simply ''THE GOOD JEW'."

You are an actor, I perceive, but me you'll not take in.
To change the words of Holy Writ would be a grievous sin.
I'm sure it says SAMARITAN in the bible on my shelf,
but if you do not believe me Sir, go read the text yourself.

Dying Has Its Own Beauty - Ii

Dying

amidst cancer,

abouts household, smiling,

"T-a-i-wan", sweetheart conveys sweetness~~

softly.


**Traditional Cinquain


line 1 - 2 syllables - 1 word
line 2 - 4 syllables - 2 words
line 3 - 6 syllables - 3 words
line 4 - 8 syllables - 4 words
line 5 - 2 syllables - 1 word recalls the title


Date: 05/25/2019

Shemekia Copeland

Crossing the mud flats
of San Francisco Bay, 
doing sixty-five, 
or there abouts,
on a bright and sunny
summer's day, 

when from out of the radio
a bluesy voice came, 
and caught me as her prey. 
Her voice was young and
with such power,
she really sang the blues!

Her voice ripped me 
out of the driver's seat,
and bounce me all around the van,
then threw me out the door
of my own dam truck, 
and ran me over once or twice.

All that was left of me
was a bloody mess and
my old white soul which
she kicked up highway 37
until it was black and blue'

Churchyard At Midnight

Twas darkness upon the quietly residing heath...
And deathly was the sullen red sandstone tower...
Standing gloomily inside the masons dry-stone walls
Amidst toppling granite slabs and the faded, wilting flower.

Solemn was the chime of the hollow, mournful bell
When tolling out on midnights grimly sombre  hour;
And thinly the swirling, unearthly mist
Did so wend abouts her silent, melancholic bower.

Where from a fronded yew of venerable years,
Besides ancient trunks of ivy-entwined gnarly oak,
A chilling screech from a sudden ghostly apparition...
Summoning upon waking resident souls - did thus invoke!

For pale his form in soft white downy flight...
But none paler than that of me...
As across from the stream, held by an unblinking stare -
My shaky fears are transfixed so unnervingly!

Oh wise old feathered sage of long owl-lived age,
Unctuous incumbent of learned perch within black night,
Allow this the moment to calm my pounding heart...
And catch upon my fleeing thoughts - after such a wicked fright!!

Alone

Crafting illustrations of endless doubts,
Tirelessly exploring for those so-called peaceful where-abouts,

   Slowly illuminating those dark corners of paranoia,
Trembling as the shadows conspire into black-hearted Casanovas,

   Conforming to the consistent routine,
Abandoning yet another opportunity into the unchanging ravine,

   Idly watching the inevitable downfall to my sanity,
Questioning myself, "Or is this how I view Humanity?"

The Hanged Man's Ghost

Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.

'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,

For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And on each Hallow's Eve he returns to the site,

Where his body was hung on an old oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.

He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.

'Twas she who belied his where-abouts,
So he searches for her within and without;

So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.

Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallow's Eve,
Now I've said my piece and be taken' my leave.

                                                          Judy Ball

The Chase

I am walking through the darknest
Overcasted by the confusion that clouds my life and decesion
Feeling my way Through life not a map,
Or even a familiar sight to determin my where-abouts
Lead by faith but desived by my preseption,
And as I came to a stop, ready to give up,
Ready to submit to shakels that supress my inner-me
I heard a voice, not a voice like an angel-
But the voice of an angel
With a smile that peirced through the shadows,
So bright that even my eyes would close
Lost and lonley, I made hast towards the light
Running blindly, out of breath but out of mind
Faster my mind screamed, and faster my leg moved
And I ran, continuously, for 5 months
Then I stopped, after chasing a light, and riding a dream
I opened up my eyes, knowing!! for sure that angel,
Stood afront me, nose to nose and lip to lip
Only to find I am still in the darkness
Feeling my way through life not a map,
Or even a familiar sight to determin my where-abouts
Lead by faith but desived by my preseption,
Out of breath but out of mind i kept running....
Because every step brings me closer


Written: 5/8/10

Our Life Station

Pondering impossible possibilities
mind collapsed in simple mazes 
that refused to show path out
internecine walk abouts tiring
mouth agape,breath on tape
scourging for missing energies
ghoulish ghosts never spake
secrets intensed even with a lens
noir turned more, darkest thus far
riddle walked ridley speed in a creed
entered he was, could not escape
life he lead in there ,lived ,breathed and bred
biding with millions in doing rounds
like lost constellations
this is our life station!

Lost Star

Do you not hear my heart felt cries?
The gentle wind
                underneath the moonlight sky

Do you not sense my fears and doubts?
Where the clouds
                are drifting to its where abouts

Do you not taste my tears that stream?
Wanting that nice weather to redeem

Do you not feel my jagged scars?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars

Too far to ease my quiet fright
It's lost among the stars this night

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