Inspiration:
Inspired by the “Footprints in the Sand” tradition—the enduring idea that when only one set of footprints remains, it is because the Divine is carrying us through our darkest hour.
—The Weight of Mercy—
I turned my years back down the seaward strand,
where joy had once impressed its double trace;
But when the dark unloosed me from its hand,
one print alone lay solemn in its place.
I deemed that single furrow spoke of doom,
and read Heaven’s silence as a sealed decree;
Yet grief, self-crowned, within my inward gloom,
arraigned the unseen for what mine eyes could see.
Then came one night when one brief sentence fell
through all the citadels I built so strong,
and where my failing breath could scarcely dwell,
I felt a strength that bore my soul along;
till, looking back, the furrows seemed to shine:
My feet were mine—the strength that bore me, Thine.
There is no such thing as crying
when you are asleep
There's no such thing as dying
when you are a spirit that never creeps
Open up your eyes , you need no handkerchief
Awaken , your mind , get out of make , believe
At the physical death of the body
Spaced in a coffin a casket
You're true cell it's not there
You are spirit, essence arraigned in the air
Eternally mortalised
---eternal methamphomorics
8/07/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
A rather daring young plumber
Worked in the nude one hot summer.
An old lady complained
And so he was arraigned
Which was a bit of a bummer
Profane words, poor things, scorned as contraband,
In contrast arraigned with words weighed as sane
That hold a moral firm ground-- for long grand.
Forbidden, they talk to us in words plain
But are powered by voltage of thunder clouds
Which, words that wear civil dress seldom can.
What beauty-- words raw, truthful, not in shrouds,
Honest if rude, can do free from restrain!
Not sure? Try stub your toe and mark your jibe:
Sage decorum nor yet homilies rife,
Nor vague philosophical diatribe,
Nor yet poetic prompt on fleeting life!!
Pain, no child of elegant etiquettes,
Spews words profane-- flood flooding past floodgates.
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Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 17.12.2025 | profane, sane, words
Note: The part - II follows.
I am a softer word
softer than plywood
Whats in a name
I ask myself,
but a veneer of transposition.
an arraigned truth
From Mayday to University Hospital
from the prosaic to the nomenclature
That's the power of a word
a reason to believe
OVER-EXPOSURE
An immodest young fellow called Dan
Sunbathed nude for an all-over tan
The neighbours complained
So he was arraigned
And he spent the next year in the can
From the point of many seasons gone,
I am framed back to an earlier time,
Where caution and restraint have not been realized
and eager anticipation awaits.
A time of young promise and hopeful dreams,
when life is at full zest, bringing its riches to bear,
beckoning on, offering the summer of youth
to explore and enjoy.
For it is the time of hatching memories
from the cocoons of wonder.
The time when buds bloom revealing petals
that only dress one garden.
Oh, the beauty of youth in the summer of life!
Breathtaking, captivating and so perfectly arraigned
with vibrant callings and colorful awakenings,
soft and light, destined to wing our lives forward.
To soon it seems this season passes,
that is what frames it, I suppose,
This portrait of promise and reflection
Kindles today with yesterday.
Being now at a more vigilant place,
Where wisdom and experience dance,
Offering a minuet of experience,
I reflect with grateful satisfaction.
Whoop and Holler
for the Almighty Dollar
Arraigned yesterday
in a pure white collar
Everyone raise concerns about each other,China raise concern about japan,US raise concern about China,Australia concern about China,Russia raise concern about NATO,NATO raise concern about Russia even my People are concerned about me..
Out Of The Question
Abhi ishq kay imtihan aur bhi hain,
Kalima parhnay walay daku chor bhi hain,
Musalmano me kuch sahiby goor bhi hain,
Abhi ishq kay imtihan aur bhi hain...
Dr yazeed is a former doctor sentenced to life in prison for poisoning his wife with cyanide in Ohio,USA,on February 24,2005.The toxicology report found that the calcium pills given to Essa were filled with potassium cyanide.On January 14, 2009,Dr Yazeed was arraigned before Judge Deena Calabrese.He was charged with aggravated murder.The trial began on January 9, 2010.On March 8,2010, Yazeed was convicted of aggravated murder and sentenced to life in prison without parole for 20 years..
A walk around the block in my parents’ neighborhood at dawn
wearing mom’s sweater and pop's sneakers with a clown hole cut out for
toe infection
I was stopped by a cop in a cruiser
this was during the Vietnam War long hair ago
he was angry at everyone I was offended by everything
he said which way are you going I said which way are you going
so he socked me in the mouth and handcuffed me
I was arraigned on disorderly conduct and resisting arrest
my good parents came down and stood beside me before the judge
I wrote to the police department internal affairs
not for retribution but to start a paper trail
in case this cop someday bopped one of my brothers
a few months later I’m back at work in NYC
two detectives come into the city to question me
one good cop one bad cop we park in the park me in the back seat
they wanna know was I mouthy to the cop who punched me in the mouth
long story short
they leave me on a bench to eat my lunch and the charges are dropped
once a breadmaker named peas
his shop it smelled of stale cheese
so patrons complained
and a court arraigned
he'd open after a breeze.
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.
Sharp fusillades of hail pelt down...and glance --
Far distant thunder calls, and echoes a reply.
Sunshine, streaming through the clouds, lights up the sky;
Like sunlight, shattered by a prism, rainbows dance --
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.
In search of worms, a daring robin, keen and spry --
As warbling songbirds greet a pristine world, entranced.
Far distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.
The earth seems, here and there, to nearly liquify --
Stray raindrops falling, glisten...happenstance.
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.
In full glorious bloom, wildflowers revivify...
Like tiny armies, windswept, sway and prance;
While distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.
Rows of thunderheads, arraigned, withdraw on high --
While shadows flee -- daylight makes swift advance.
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by;
While distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.
Previously published in Lyrical Iowa, 1993
Written March 27th, 2005
For fiercest queens, the finest pedigree,
Begetter and bestower of all lauds;
For foulest plagues, the fairest remedy,
Despoiler and destroyer of all frauds.
Revered for rectitude, renowned for laurels,
You helped reform the world to honest fame;
Reviled as sinister, renounced on morals,
The world deformed you to mendacious shame.
Now candid trade’s betrayed by blackened graft,
And harmless wit’s harangued by hurtful wile,
And simple skill’s arraigned by compound craft,
And vulgar pride's maintained by vulpine guile.
The grossest lies all get averred for gain
Since humblest truth became impugned and slain.
He was raised Protestant –
later, upon studies,
he converted to Catholicism
and became a Jesuit
as is current pope Francis.
He labored with zeal
after ordination,
proclaiming true religion to all Nations.
With six other priests he was arraigned
on the charge of high treason
and condemned to death by an English court.
He was subjected to inhuman tortures and executed.
In prison, he converted
many fellow prisoners,
imprinting the cross of Christ
on their minds.
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