Extraordinary moments such as these
engrave themselves in our memories.
Swimming in the depth of fantasies
I surrender to softly whispered ecstasies.
Hands reaching, searching, ardent yearning,
retracing, touching, intensified relearning.
We delve, explore, as we heighten burning,
renewed expression, a sea of innate churning.
Bodies entwined, long satiated and satisfied,
we speak words of love, astonishing, mystified,
overwhelmed in bliss our hearts beat unified,
mutual adoration, and tenderly our union is fortified.
The intricacies of our lives develop and cultivate
seeds of mutual respect, as we ameliorate.
Within our realm, conflict we eliminate,
with extraordinary moments, riding the tide of fate.
How do you do, Point of Exclamation?!
We love your disposition of hooray,
We bask in your uplifting sensation,
Without you words would dry up in dismay.
“Oh thank you, I’m fantastic! Awesome! Great!
I thrive indeed on fulsome words of praise,
My final punch is not to punctuate -
My one and only goal is to amaze!”
You sure run on a brighter sunny side,
One mark and we jolt to your vivid vibe!
What would ameliorate your cheerful pride,
And turn your tone into a jesting jibe?
“Oh Boy! I fear my joyful cover blown!
Oh well! Though I appreciate the wit,
I hate when used for monotonous tone
With an assumption that I can fix it.”
You stand alone but carry so much weight,
How do you strut your stature straight and proud?
“By adding zeal and zest to what you state,
I smile, chuckle, grin and laugh out loud!”
Your punctual purpose clearly beats the rest
Where from you generate your spunky spark?
“Oops! My attention span isn’t the best!
Too many queries, ask a question mark!”
In the vast realm of this wretched misery
There lives a prowess, with an ardent melody;
She emanates the beacon of her loving light
She is my bastion, in times of blight;
Her adoring caresses parries my solitude
For her inextensible grace, I couldn't repay my gratitude;
Her wise adorned with limitless dexterity
For none could ameliorate her mind's sagacity;
Her unwavering support, instigated with love
stands at the zenith, on the pinnacle above.
World at times is a spring of mirth
And at times a root of melancholiness,
Gaiety and ruth are ineluctable quirk of nature
Where it leaves no beings unbrushed.
Bight trice would shimmer some days
And putrid flash would strike at times,
Discern that's a puissant canon of nature.
When grievance mounts the golden throne,
When relation twists into tears,
When desires wrench into agony,
Never hell bent to confide suicide
For those troubles proceed the incredible comforts that follows
Alike the precession of hell heretofore the heaven.
Whenever melancholic flash haunts you
And coerce you to confide suicide,
Think no other than thy indulgent mother
Who lugged you almost a year in her belly
And who raise you up, with vacant scars
Physically and mentally, all well sound.
She never raise you up, to entertain thy death unnatural and astound,
She just raise you to live a life
And amend world into a ameliorate place to dwell in,
Life is a precious douceur of God
And thy mother is a God in human form,
So let's say no to suicide in all tastes of life.
---
In the wee hours of a cool autumn night,
They were roused from sleep by a loud knock.
They feared it would be some bandits,
Trying to get into the house pulling open the lock.
To their great surprise they found their own Jordan,
Who had been mysteriously missing since years.
No news of him to the deep chagrin of his dear ones,
Leaving all in great suspense and his parents, in tears
As a child he had been a stinker, no church, and no God.
Used to absent from class for many days, a truant.
He longed for freedom and didn’t like being confined.
He was lured by adventure and was never prudent.
Seeing him, his parents were so excited, but he was full of remorse.
He asked forgiveness for he had sinned against all and gone astray.
He was in a UFO wishing to soar away into the clouds.
Now he is a changed man who has stepped out of his zombie way.
* * * *
On the pulse of a new life, he now has the grace to look up,
Into the faces of his brethren, read their mind and their problem,
With a resolve to do whatever he can to ameliorate their pain,
He renders selfless service, helping many lives blossom!
Of what essence it is
To fiercely assert a formalised choice
In the name of political honour
That produces terror?
I fight for my party to win
Yet us our country is between
The leaders and the led
Any need to fight?
Because her we have to as one ameliorate.
As simple as peaceful to vote
Just speak to the ballot box
Instead I've always caused things that box
My task of getting my boss there
At the height of prestige
In formulation of gangs of my fellow young dudes
To contend by physical exertion.
So funny!
It's now I realise
That the sons of those influencers are always absent
In our brawls and thugs
And in our forces;
For their fathers’ failing fates;
Like they have none,
Or ain't they our peers?
But they all do.
I see!
Ergo, I'll no more to vote fight
In rote we'll vote.
Elections are opinions, not dominions.
STRICTEN ILL THE LORD HEALS
ILLED
Stricken sicken
ease, ameliorate, healing
I'M the LORD WHO
HEALS
4/4/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Decreased dissension
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party
blessedly to administrate
hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where
webbed wide world series
of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,
and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.
In sprinkles and drizzles the Summer's rain
Dampens and caresses the soil to slake
The arid grass and the seedling - make
Pleasing ,charging things eagerly to regain
The latent quintessence of the vital drive
Again ,in delicate vibrations to deliberate
The spirit of all withering things to ameliorate
Like the fainted frame coming up alive ;
The puzzle tickles the wavering uneasy mind :
In greater form and the giant waves slapping ,
The sweet saviour beats turbulently flapping
The sands and rocks in the stretch of any kind ;
Likewise is Love the emotive lore of humanity
Immense and complete within limits of sanity .
Formidable is the production of our chores
absence is attainable for to select wisely
fabled phrases seen in the ivory
adoring fleet of indigenous fate abhors
lofty perceptions materially do expose
the nakedness of my reputable security
suddenly quakes of indium fire impurity
ameliorate the sullen eyed girl to escape prose
scythe doth bare the lengthy coat hidden
catering to hiding the flawless exterior
confidence is needed to complete inferior
marks that care not for the dreary ridden
at last time brought forth to amplitude
what intervals can't provide for classes
seemingly coherent to the fluent masses
doth sting as does a bee cover fortitude
I
When the hands cease creating ...
pottery, paintings, portraits, machines
Or gathering seeds, nursing forests ...
II
When the head ceases pondering philosophy ...
How to ameliorate, annihilate sufferings
Or simply how to be kind, reduce crime ...
III
When the heart stops caring enough to endure ...
things that must be endured (Gandhi did, and Ramabai)
Or a Dr. King, simply to love, give, forgive ...
IV
We become obsessed with those holes
A cowboy like a glacier sat
Upon the foothills. And just like that
The climate changed from hope
To glad. Melt water eroded the grassy slope.
No bridge to cross. The swift stream glistened
Brightly under the midday sun. To spend
Another night camped stream-side would be too much.
So the saddle-proud horseman with artfully deft touch
Approached and broached the brisk water.
From yonder side he sauntered
until the trail emerged. Toward town
he traveled and at sundown arrived.
To bathe with soap upon the skin,
With water warm and a glass of gin
Made cold with glacial ice, is a nice
Experience to have. And then roll the dice
Into the saloon and pollute the soul
With games of chance. Such a toll
Does pleasure take upon the Puritan
[for those believers, anyway]. A ban
Would ameliorate such disgrace, if self-imposed.
Unfettered cowboys are never so disposed.
I don't want flowers
You know I grow my own
I don't want bull**** wall hangings
To put on my home
I want my soul to be watered
And treated like a flower
And instead of a wall hanging how about YOU actually
"Enjoy the little things" now wouldn't that be amazing
I don't want a card. I'd rather just be held
Not your gifts out of sorry!
That were thrown down near me.
You came back home with hallmark
Material doesn't mean a thing to me when
First thing in the morning
Laying in bed, you left
I still could hear you yelling in my head
Mother's Day is hell
So I held my babies
I gave the flowers to my daughter
She put the hanging outside
I didn't open up the card
I wiped the tears that I cried
We made beautiful cards for our neighbors
We laughed and we smiled
My children are my life
So I'm celebrating with them
Never going to let a man
Make me feel this low again
I'm supposed to feel appreciated
And I do by my kids, so guess what
I still win.
No matter what you're going through
Hold your children tight
Be a happy momma and don't pretend. Show them
Everything's going to be alright. <3
The world's most beautiful creature,
And the most expensive treasure
"The primordial leaf of the garden of rose"
A being made with carats of diamond,
From the side of man.
Woman,
A great emblem of beauty
The last born of nature moulded with care
Insurmountable beauty that charms.
The dew of Harmon descending from mount Zion
Authentic, Angelic, Alluring unambiguously divine
Only to the morning's sun,
can your beauty be compared.
Your eyes engulfed in a never quenching fire,
Full of passion and undying desire
Woman,
The synonym of perfection,
Which no words can perfectly ameliorate.
STRANJA
Forever is also an ephemeral
And everything's is peripheral
Lost was my love
Alone I weep like a lone dove
I feel the pain in my heart
Heartthrob of harsh and tart
Where are those promises
Listen! It's singing in blue broken arias
To whom shall I seek
Love that is complete and unique
Tell me,what changed my love?
Ditches are too numerous to be counted
My heart is mess, a great trauma without ameliorate
Fractured beyond amend
Standing bold without your fend
Where is our together
When you walk away with another
See,my doeful tears descending
Cleansing pains for better mending
Where is our better tomorrow?
You meant for my sweet sorrow ?
Tell me,what changed my love?
I sit playing tune of sad flute
When no one,but empty air is my lute
There's nothing I can do
Other than composing you poetry of blue
Hear my nostalgic rhythms
It's all in pensive anthems
Tell me,what changed my love?
Did I changed ?
Or you estranged ?
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo.
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