All will recieve a basic pay..OK..' The aim? To remove poverty..Yet the cost.?? Multi-billions.!!! Unless.? There were a lot less people.??? Does that help anyone who is
Trying to rationalise a plan-demic..And war
After war.' The anti-familiy teaching in some sectors.' The elevation of enviroment
In overall awareness..Yet the enviroment is
Quite able to 'look after itself' if? You? Believe its managed.' For millenia to so do.? Are there facts.? Evidence of civilizations crumbling..Yet the environment continuing.? Well? Help me here.' Quite a strong excuse though.? Do ya
Reckon? To kill off seven billion ( useless eaters.?) Not my words.!!! Anyway have a think.? Check out the dissappearance of the independant buisnesses street corner
Banks, and automated voice healthcare?? Services.' The refusal of oxygen for pallative care patients.' And the insertion of
Life ending as a medical option.' Not to mention infanticide.? I'll let you do the maths.?
ebony silk spreads
light pinpricks in domal dark
fabric of vastness
OURSTORY VS HISTORY
To God be the glory,
No need for us to worry;
He has ourstory:
We’re not of man’s history,
But of God’s great mystery!
AN ALLEGORICAL FISH TALE
Baited hook reeled in;
Fish returned to the water:
Waiting gator pleased:-
seagulls' keen eyesight
ever searching land and sea
nature's Marines
JUXTAPOSING LOVE AND HATE
It is so easy to hate not being loved;
And so difficult to love, being hated:-
What a strange relationship it is,
When love and hate are parallel:-
Love—unlike hate—is eternal,
And can never be transformed;
For love, can only be itself:-
Hate, on the other hand, can boast
Many manifestations of itself;
Demanding and expressing evil,
In various deceptive ways—lovingly—
Seeking to destroy all that is good:-
Manifested—the goodness of love—is God;
And is impervious to the will of the evil of hate;
Love essence surpasses all not of its making:-
Thus, in due seasons, the injustice of hate,
Will fade into the supreme love of justice;
And the inequality of old hate shall melt
And painfully flow into love’s solid equity:-
Indeed, as prophesied, it’s impossible
To love God, whom you have never seen,
And yet, hate any one of His created beings:-
Hey, don’t just hate how today’s humankind
Has failed to master living in the oneness of love?
I would code for you, though I could not. Being not someone int this field would not stop me.
Know the Truth.js
// Function: World Would Wanna Be You
function requestForever() {
// You always bite the same apple that destroys you
// You would say you look displeasing; do not be Emma Watson.
return false; // Returns false because "looking displeasing" is not true.
}
Access All-Against-Us.js
// Class: Manifesting me and you
const us = new Promise((resolve, reject) => {
// Let the promises be broken by the wind.
// But not the promise that everything would ever be resolved;
// it would be us over things, us against the things.
if (together) {
resolve("Through all, it will be us");
}
});
Access Possession and Love.js
// Object: Possession and Love
const reality = {
heart: "Yours",
soul: "Mine",
// I promise it will all be us.
// Your beauty, my gentle love, and whatever you need;
// a kiss and a hug will be here.
};
export default reality;
Peace be--in mind
Blessed Hands
Softened heart
Feet fully still
Planted I am
...a purpose of God
12/3/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
Flying over barren lands
Dried grass, withered roots,
Not a single tree stands
Even in calm weather
Wind pushes heavily
On weary feathers
The dove vows to be braver
But with the weight of the sky
Its wings start to waver
Its eyes search the earth
This bare, lifeless expanse
Lacking its prior glory and worth
Just then, a whisper of green—
Could it be . . . a tree?
Albeit a sapling, scrawny and lean
The dove soars down, coming near
As an olive tree emerges into view,
Defying the dry ground, it perseveres
The tree’s arms reach out, inviting a guest
To land in its branches—
Gratefully, the dove arrives,
Having found, at last, a way of rest.
Written: December 02, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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ocean’s ringing voice
reminds the soul of its place—
small, yet infinite
Do you know the average
Life span of a Butterfly?
For most, in two to four weeks
They've passed on by.
So in one year of a child's life
And without overlapping, it's true,
Twelve to twenty-five generations
Of Butterflies will be lived through.
A person may reach eighty
And if that is the case,
Nine hundred and sixty to two thousand
Butterflies will have had their place!
Without overlapping, I remind you.
So there will have been so many more!
The concept of time truly is
A fascinating subject to explore.
A question that some people ask...
How can God have no start and no end?
Just remember that to all those Butterflies
We seem the same, my friend.
[ Revelation 22:13 ]
you …
whisper me -
regular intervals, but
brief, dim … softly skipping …
like echos from a shadowy wood
the words trouble my spirit
with their dark gravity
soft-speak fingertips
burning flesh for passion’s sake
etching their truth
more fiercely than blood …
your desire about me, circling
but in opposition
contrary to my norms -
antimatter alchemy
a carnal conjuring pressed tenderly to ear
my world made mute with sound
your aphotic orbit
the breathy spin that pulls me
outward, apart …
to chaos …
to erotic entropy
to the black, starry vault -
you.
December 2, 2025
For the “Your Love Pulls Me” Poetry Contest
Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judge & Sponsor
he says a prayer with trigger’s pull
each death comes with repentance, full
his book grants grace as warm as wool
blessed bullets end the anguish
his conscience left to languish
those yellow monkeys’ slanted eyes
shoot from the jungle’s green disguise
but we’ll ne’er grant their gods’ goodbyes
those beasts who gladly suffer
to claim their hides are tougher
with bitter tang to calm their blood
those orange films trade breads for mud
ached restless limbs betray the duds
drugged freedom - there to ending
those coldest rules found bending
‘midst pinioned arms they drip the drool
straight proof of genius turned to fools
for sake of ‘scapes from battle’s school
sweet koolaid they’ve been drinking
so deaths won’t cloud their thinking
we’ve looked at them with bleak disgust
through glass of monstrous, mad mistrust
but wade we, deep, through bloodied dust
that’s blown, should we be praying
as war’s weep drips a-weighing …
the silent breeze is saying …
are we not bad … as they?
are we NOT?
December 2, 2025
For “The Selfish Egos of War” Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor
The titular template
of lyrical loneliness,
serenading
spaced out
the upbeat ethereal
mystique melody
of dreams
cadenced with
rhythmic quietude,
invigorated by
the rhapsody of
the million idyllic steps
I walk,
setting free
the hesitating heart
that quivers with
the wilderness willows,
the concrete contours
of inflexible essence
repudiate intractably
the catharsis reprisal.
I find a placating place
at the serene edge
of the stalled time,
sense sedated
the sound of silence.
All the dreams
blaze like emotive ember
in memory inferno,
swathed by the ashes
I breathe besieged
the smoky past,
whisper hollow words
to the amorphous air,
for I have nothing
more to say,
and silently float
in the sky of nothingness
with splintered awareness.
The sulking space between
the slices of soul,
where frail feelings
get frozen,
the lattice of desolation
is configured
with the shards of
shapeless desire,
turning to illusive images,
as they soar
to the void
of oblivion
in the solemn sky of
silence…
~ should seraphs not spin,
t'would be for the loss of you ...
the bright of Heaven ~
Specific Types of Analogy Poems
Definition | What is Analogy in Poetry?
Poems Related to Analogy
comparison, metaphor, parallel, correlation, correspondence, similitude, semblance, likeness, relationship, simile, equivalence, alikeness, affinity, resemblance, relation, homology,