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The 3 Traders
Now that the Orient knows we're here
The Superpowers came to trade their stuff so dear…
First were entrepreneurs of the Red Giant
Meaty foods, fine clothings, housewares so elegant
Second were adventurers of the Sub-Continent
Strange gems, music & language here they sent
Third were missionaries of the Cradle of Islam
Believers of this system to Allah come
…These Chinese, Indians & Arabs our ancestors befriended
Their influence upon us never goes depleted!
-09/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*Philippine History Rhyme Collection
Unseen, this shown to advance
Our too world-shy romance.
Of each side's tree-folds hemmed in
As thick wrapped around by.
Midst what as aptly produced
For coos these hearts outfly!
Seated at which intervals
That world-fear into falls
The sheoke, through its whispers
Opes an ocean-view on.
Whilst in fragrant isle-dreams lost
Inhale them; vapour-hung.
Across the calendar of life
Patience pays off to those who smile
Rain may seem dreary on cloudy days
Impromptu showers will take us by surprise
Leaving many indoor playtime options
Scenic panoramas lack their vibrancy
Hazy greys covet the sun
Oncoming warmth is much awaited
While weary adventurers pine for spring blooms
Eager for nature to awaken
Reverie stirred for fun daydreams
Sunshire gets unleashed on a breathless planet
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
My grandfather held many scars
from Anzac Cove to Belgian mud
he never said a word to us
but went to work each day
patched soldiers worse than him.
My father faced towards the past
and kept his war to himself
until the weight of what he saw
made him another broken man
no one could reach him there.
We watch TV and want to know
the victories, campaigns and more
how men sailed out adventurers
to see the world at war's expense.
What turned them into shaking ghosts?
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Autumn’s abundance attracts adventurers to Munich.
Oompa bands boast boisterous beats.
Beneath the boundless, blue Bavarian skies,
Bountiful banquets beckon where breads and bratwurst blend,
Beer bottles beckon, from barrels and bars.
Steins are sloshed with swaggering splendor.
Generations gather; Bavarians bask in bucolic bliss.
Hearts harmonize in humble hymns of heritage held dear.
Hand in hand, they huddle, harvesting hope
*Oktoberfest in Germany will take place from September 20 to October 5, 2025. This annual festival is held at the Theresienwiese in Munich. (source: oktoberfest.de). You still have time to book a flight and travel to Munich; hotel rooms, though, will be hard to find. smiles
Easter Reading
In Lima – Peru- a hippo was pulling the tram car with
its best friend, a water buffalo. They had ended up
here, far from Africa, after the great flood ebbed and
had been blessed with eternal life, only being mere
animals, they didn´t know this. In Lima, no one made
a big issue of this, but when the wider world knew
and some adventurers set about trying to kill the pair,
in vain, the Lima people took another look, especially
since the church thought they were the devil´s own
handiwork, god would never have allowed beasts
besting man. Angry people took to hurling mud and
stones at the animals, also calling them rude names.
From the mountain came a man dressed in white
burnoose, and spoke to the people:
“For years, you respected my creation, the hippo
the water buffalo, with respect and care, I thought
well of you and decided that the archbishop of Lima,
when the time was right, would be the new pope, but you
have disappointed me greatly, hence the new pope
will be the archbishop of Buenos Aires, Argentina”.
The man, in white burnoose, paused and said
“It is also the time you electrified the tram system.”
Under the veil of night, death is just a drawn curtain,
a dance of shadows that silently glides on walls,
we do not collapse all at once, but slowly disperse,
like autumn leaves carried by the wind into the unknown,
piece by piece, under the merciless cut of time,
a river that slowly spills into a sea of deep silence.
The young, these adventurers of untamed dreams,
die the hardest, yet live with an unquenchable fire,
the unknown is their friend, and truth, their guide,
they are the ones who give without asking for anything in return,
with open hearts, like comets streaking across the sky,
in a generosity that shines like stars in the night.
With every moment, we lose a drop of light,
like a candle burning down to the end of its wick,
but the young venture fearlessly into the unknown,
defying death with the smile of a new day,
for they know how to live or to die,
in a devotion that leaves a golden trace in our souls.
Thus, death turns into a mere echo,
a shadow dissolving in the light of dawn,
and life becomes a string of fragile and precious moments,
that burn, extinguish, and are reborn in the hearts of the young and ever-living.
"Lay Fellowship
Snapchat attention of the physical realm:
Blended into the quiet prosperous site;
Remember peace about why must you look through;
the flames hues;
Tortured eyes that are red;
And brown, hazel blue;and green is the heart that beats. Yellow is the blood of that so violent
It is the flesh of humanity.
I go on
as I go on
I am I go;
Showing the ballast of the trauma;
The tone of Adventurer;
Ever so questions crazy military openings
Lay openings
A heartfelt radical humanistic gathering"
Yellow is the blood of that so violent
It is the flesh of humanity.
I go on
as I go on
I am I go;
Showing the ballast of the trauma;
The tone of Adventurers;
Battling lay humanity
11/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
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Friends follow the fraternal advice of a bosom friend.
The disciples followed each word of Jesus till the end.
As birds and beasts, on divine providence, they did depend
Kingdom's sake, like adventurers, all pains they did transcend
Clasping to their bosoms, with divine love, they healed the sick.
Raising the dead, as though waking the sleeping, was no trick.
Lepers were cleansed. Demons, like leaves in storms, did quickly flick.
God's kingdom, like a classic castle, was built brick by brick.
Like rain from above, they gained well-being and elation.
Freed from mammon's hold, they obtained divine revelation.
Bound in grace, physique, and psyche, attained transformation.
Spun in faith, they realised body-soul integration.
The heaven of existence they found in Jesus alone
Like seeds of spring in fertile fields, graces in them was sown.
I’ve never climbed a mountain
Or gone up in a balloon
And if I never scuba dive,
Well, that will be too soon.
I’ve never rafted rapids,
Para-sailed or water-skied
And as for jumping off a cliff,
I just don’t see the need.
I’ve not trekked in the arctic
Or safaried with a guide
And if I said I wasn’t scared
Of all these things, I lied.
I marvel at adventurers;
They’re made of stronger stuff.
To read about or watch their exploits
Is, to me, enough.
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Ten adventurers went caving in Yorkshire Dales, England in 1967.
It was a gorgeous June day, so they were in terrific spirits.
Four of them decided not to continue a few hours later, unsure why.
The remaining six were all young healthy men.
Morag Forbes, who had discontinued the adventure, returned to the site.
Mossdale Caverns was underwater so she knew the six were in trouble.
Shocked for her friends, she ran to get help.
Many volunteers began digging a ditch, to circumvent water.
The six inside had been climbing and crawling through the cavern,
When a rush of water came in through all directions due to flooding.
They were caught by surprise in the labyrinth.
Sadly, they were buried inside the cave.
The Harlequins of the night
languish their last aura
Lilly eyed clowns await
commissioners bleed into tweed
Rivillers errantly play drums
Damsels failing in their appeal
Adventurers sent back
Running on empty
the night people slide in between
Those old sinners head for the valleys
backing their wasted years
No prayers are said, just the orbital of silence
Inevitably places have changed,
where I was born looks like an alien city to me,
it's now a tourist trap for indigenous aliens.
The world was younger back then.
people were more dangerous yet much kinder.
We once carried books around,
we loaded cars and pushbikes
with travel books and the poetry of adventurers.
We were old enough to be piratical.
Of course the young are always dumb,
the smarter they became the dumber we got,
it's a kind of self-shackling.
I know we early comers
belong somewhere in this world,
but we abide half-hidden and liking it.
I recognize who I was and where,
however only in lost maps
once busily crisscrossed.
Maybe I am too young to forget,
it will probably get much better
as distracting rainbows turn slowly
to blancmange.
You tell me to be real
But what's real to you?
What does it mean
To feel warm
To feel loved
To feel sure
Sure that what I want to be
Is what we are meant to be
For I will only ever wish
You to be you
To allow me to breath
Your essence
To be mesmerized by
Your journey
Your lips
Your touch
Your spirit
Even if I do not know
My own
Even if my journey is
But a sample
Of all the adventurers
I have met
All the loves that
I have discovered
Forgotten
And
Loved
I work and I work
To be prepared for the life
I wish to give
To lose myself in
And
Discover
Alongside
You
You who remains without
A name
But whose shadow I follow
Even in the dark
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