My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
Deliver the speech to avoid an explosion
Depress animosities rightful emotions
Decapitate that which would delay our cause
Desire the path made by the Lord
Disable powers to fight and defraud
Deposit the heroism that history records
Deserve the gifts of obediences reward
Created animosities
scattered hearts
in the fields and streets,
broken wires...
maimed
the disillusioned roots
shape lives
now empty
reconciled lives
no direction and right route...
reality created by
warlords !
Because we are all so called
human beings
Say for example we one day somehow
managed to get
2 age old sworn enemies to sit
at the 1 and same table
Even if that day was in fact say
the 25th December , Peace and
Goodwill to all mankind
And lay down there arm's and seek
everlasting harmony and peace
Sad as seems in actual reality the
probable outcome will be
Inadvertently you have now given
them a fresh new scenario over
which to tussle
Because who exactly then gets to
host and cater such an event , on
who's home turf is it then to be held
Who gets to clean up the mess
and the inevitable fall out afterwards
Once all is said and done and age old
animosities and hostility resumes
Between 2 sworn enemies who now
have been given 1 more thing to disagree
fight and hate each other for
Because sadly we human beings if
nothing at all suffer from a debilitating
flaw
Otherwise why on earth else would we continually rather prefer to choose to
wage war
Than seek peace and love instead
It wasn’t a green snake
That tried God’s enterprise to foil
Nor one of greenish make
That had man pushed into piteous toil.
The sun-loving green wouldn’t anything spoil,
As often it’s thinking of how to funnily coil,
This presuming to playfully act out on your very soil
While your odd animosities you oil
And not once, not twice, unnecessarily boil.
Like humans have a life,
Although people don’t face a murder charge
For hacking them down.
Like humans indulge in strife
But don’t wear their animosities like a barge
Nor noise them in the town.
Like man, parade a breathing mechanism,
Though it is carbon dioxide they cherish
And like him answers an organism
Granted that they don’t oxygen relish.
No tree ever halts the knives
About to be driven into its bark
Nor mourns their piteously lost lives
To axes operating before dark;
Scarcely panicked by wanton disturbance,
The very contrast of African Presidents in countenance.
Above King David cutting gallantry
That earns a subject panegyric commentary…
The monarch by his Absalom was mortally scared;
The barks of all trees are to their enemies bared.
Hardly does zero fidget
Wielding all the calculation rights of another digit,
In some environment wielding even the more;
In those said places showing 'How core',
By it a solver is dumped,
If by him neglectfully jumped...
The best Mathematician set ablaze,
If he doesn't make it his base.
The examiners tool for nullifying a performance
Preparing candidates and exam for another romance,
Ones animosities against it to wait,
Until one has Mathematics abandoned...
Our fervor for it our lot -our fate,
Until we are no longer by calculus condoned.
Always your Zero prejudices hold over...
Still your finer, better option
With this spherical naught settle your ruction.
Yes I'm different than you
The tragically fashion notion ethnic
Hostilities
There are some races that negates and dislike other races
Hello apparent reason other than being different
Yes I'm different than you
Sense of disgrace nobly misplaced
Discriminatory hates
Sentiments lament animosities
Hostility
Yes I'm different than you
Individual souls coming undone
Noble ancients greatest prophets
Spiritually institutions Gothic
Hostilities
Yes I'm different than you
I am of a different hue
You see me in a different view
Instilled the dislikes generational
Hostility
This place discrimination
Displaced discrimination
3/31/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2021
O come to me yon revelry
As you constantly stand ever,
Before me...loving people
Rise and rise up thine
Covertly any based on
My animosities
Clever and clover and cut
My stems ever so
Eat my petals as I grow evermore
Wash out thine mouth
With thine own perverted spit
Kneel, curl-ball up liken a fetal position
So you won’t git hurt none of God's loving people
Standards are by standards they are
Procreated by man every second, on the hour every hour
Daily
Sinful, not praying unbelieving haters of
Loving people
O go yon, travel fest far away
As the air breeze breathe within its self
Rise and rise up thine praise and hands
Covertly any based on I release all my stuff’
My forgiveness, has been forgiven
O come to me yon revelry I stand repentant
As you constantly stand ever, so God mercies rent
Before me...loving people
Alleluia
12/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
“If you cannot be yourself, do not take away the identity of another.” -D.J.E.
Why do you return in another form,
Another residual voice?
Did you forget the palpable scar you left
Through your romantic coercions?
We believed you.
We trusted you.
We even kind of liked you.
You knew this,
You cherished this.
Yet, with enamoring backhands
You crossed the boundary of someone else's heart
While you forgot to rediscover
Your own independent territory
All in the name of co-dependent epiphanies.
Blame the shameful animosities around you
As you hide behind atmospheric rainbows
And tectonic miseries
You reach for the loins of those in disdain
As your smile falsely proclaims
That it will stop their rain
Your stalker’s reign,
The only truth behind your crooked swagger
Verbally, your conjugated kiss could never complete my sentences…
…for I’ve already been sentenced to a lifetime of paradoxical complexities.
And no matter how many profile pics you lay claim to,
You malicious self-worth will always be defaulted.
©D.J.E. – July 5th, 2018
Each generation
is the next link in the chain
But our ancestral past
won’t let the future children
of posterity go, to run free
Adam and Eve put the first breach
in the human chain
Caused us to start building fences,
made neighbors divide themselves
Your little white girl
wandered into my yard the other day
Bless her little heart,
she started picking some daisy flowers
My little black girl saw her,
and came outside to play with her neighbor
Innocent fun had by everyone
Your little girl put a daisy flower
in my little girl’s hair
Said they were both at a wedding,
and started holding hands and dancing
A tear of joy came from my eye,
as I thought about how, as neighbors,
you and I don’t speak much
We’re the ones so out of touch
I now realize a daisy chain is a soul connection
Letting go of past animosities
will break the chain of distrust caused by sin ...
will mend the fences of brotherly love again
Start
Deepavali, the festival of light
Ushered in a night of pure delight
Light from lamps, with inner light harness
To protect us from spiritual darkness
It marks the victory of Rama over the devil
And celebrates the triumph of good over evil
It’s the night when Laksmi, the God of wealth
Roams the earth to visit homes in stealth
People keep doors open to welcome her in
Hoping prosperity in the year to begin
Animosities forgotten and peace prevails
Families celebrate and goodwill entails
After worship celebration with firecrackers begin
To drive away the evil spirits from within
Children use sparklers adults send rockets
Although they are heavy on the pockets
Skylanterns float majestically in the sky
Appear like stars waving us goodbye
The colorful lights decorating the houses
Are mostly the handiwork of the spouses
It’s a sad feeling when festivities are over
And all celebrations are given a closure
Schools, offices reopen and it’s back to work
Memories remain and recalled with a smirk.
End
ALL OF ME
World's written with the fictions that one can't explain ,
The streams full of photonic dust leads to abodes in gain.
Empyreal deity embraces me ,
Episodic cuddlefests then braces me .
Bouts and animosities all obliterate ,
I do venditore the past but am not alone .
All the gayness , peace, pride hails ,
All the halcyon moments prevails .
Then murmuring the enchanting prays
I say ,
Its All Of Me ,
loving all of them .
And they are neither the fortune,
nor a diviner I am.
Its just feeling a halo ,
Walking forth a welkin ,
The feels are ephemeral
but it stays right here eternal .
As I see the zodiacal light
with all the horizon paint white.
Figured anelapsis with cool vibes .
As I say ,
Its All Of Me ,
loving all of them .
And that them,
is a supreme one.
The deity !
The God !
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
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