Red flash blurry in sights
Walls smashing tuna and mint stew with potatoes and garlic
Mercy they cry I sing with bliss
Ten toes Edgar remembers
Five fingers a head of mystery
Shadow dragons battle me
Juniper waves of Love
She is so amazing I am so glad she exists
Understanding oceans divide
Quake their blood is fresh
Ruby eyes clean and sharp vision
Warrior spirit Milk toast delivery
Champagne in my vicinity
Warlock drug lord shaman kneels to My Best friend King of Kings, Dreadnought arisen shamrock
Allocating all decisions to my Physician Yeshua true doctor and healer
Waco York Perth Renton and Eugene Oregon
Albert needs to treat their disabled people better
Wake up speak out fight for our rights!!
Disabled people matter!!!
Raid the phantom zone
Alter eternity
Wavy into the sand blast the visions from constant visionaries
Silver soul and Golden spirit with a educated doom avowed inside the danger zone
Looming end echoes defend the treasured lights
Allocating my bones in the grave I am not destined to stay dead but to rise alive forevermore
Jesus you guide me wisdom is your words
Questions that appear all over the sky people have no answers only more questions
I see your light is an end to my fears
Worry now gone in death I see beyond it
I see new Life in You Jesus I see in You agape Love Yeshua Yahuah I know you are my eternal father
My best friend is My father in heaven who was who is and will always be
Thank you Jesus for creating me and waking me up to you deep within us all as our Holy Spirit code
Your code key to all creation you will return to us all I know this deep down
I know you never left us but are still here this moment and in each of us who exists you are within us all.
On birth, the first thing on this earth ye did
Was ‘cry and breathe’, as every single day…
But had ye won her heart, cared for her need,
Would she be in a state so dire today?
Had ye truly pursued what ye profess—
That Mother Earth’s beholden to no man,
It’s he who is— her own son lacking grace,
She’d not be weary as is, weak and van.
She never was, nor is now in hurry,
Her nature ‘tis to do what needs be done,
Had ye shown even a wisp of worry,
She won’t have gone green to grey and barren.
If every day a true Earth Day had been,
Would ye find on your face such silly grin?
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Sonnets |14.06.2023| earth, environment
Poet’s note: Every day that dawns, dawns thanks to Mother Earth rotating around her axis. Who’s this man allocating a single day in a year to her and pretending that he’s doing enough for her? If every day had been an earth Day, would Mother Earth be in such a mess? This sonnet takes a dig at man’s affront.
He was casting lots determining the will of God
And holy times in mid Eastern Bible times
Allocating lands, determining duties, assigning guilt
Select the individuals for responsibilities
Cleromancy
Cleromancy
He was casting lots, casting lots
Cleromancy
Is it modern day man's comfort in psychology
A materialistic dependency leading him to clemency
Or is it a form and fashion of idolatry
Cast out lots let's say so humble spirits where in heart buy into something dig up evil
this we must not negative modern day cleromancy casting lots?
5/19/08
Written words by Carmen Lee Brown Lee & James Edward Lee Sr © 2008-2022
i'm a scarecrow in a viridescent field
i observe ideas, yet can't exploit them to yield
unable to move, allocating inattention
i'm filled with concepts and hypothetical intentions
i watch as the dead grass falls from my arms
wildfires don't scare me, but crows trigger my alarm
the crows, they think they are worthy of maize
they live in the clouds, but don't see the haze
they're all the same and they're never afraid
so i watch the field, wishing it was ablaze
i'm a scarecrow in a viridescent field
it's pretty and fertile and sometimes i feel
a flower at my foot, but i realize it's a dream
'cause the air is poison and the crows always scream
i watch the rows form a complicated maze
i'm so lost and confused, but i've never even raised
a foot to walk; i've rarely ever moved
and now the crows are here, so again i'll lose
i see this mystifying place, through this expanding haze
it's pretty, but it would look better in flames
and so would i, 'cause then maybe i'd make
the crows afraid
finally afraid
A merry band to profer hope in the land
A lute, fiddle, drum to make brigandry grand
A staff, bow, arrow to strafe the noble strand
A sworn oath to lawful king; a sword to gentry's overbearing hand
A pruning staff to fleece corrupt shepherds, who saintly flock's fodder have panned
A bow and arrow to poach servile game from royal tableland
A fealty to nature's law; a license the privileged class to brand
A Kangaroo court dispensing arbitrary justice to tenured gentry in the lowland
A pauper's lease, tattered remnant to expand
A squatter's right, doled penury to remand
An opportunistic syndicate confiscating hoarded supplies to reduce growing demand
A marauding troop of mercenaries liberally sharing their contraband
A providential broker, allocating pilfered alms poverty to withstand
How does a mom feed her triplets?
By getting some kinda griplet
allocating teat to liplet...
….I guess. Seems the math
suggests that this path's
more suited to bats.
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