An alligator, aggravated,
ate another aardvark.
Although abdomen’s aching,
and another aardvark’s abating,
Alice’s argument’s arbitrating.
Albeit alert at Alligator’s advance,
Andy’s ascertaining alligator’s ailment.
Andy awaits assurance.
Alice’s arrested and anchored.
Alas, abbreviated adieu!
Wrestling with the best way to raise kids
Oscillating between being a helicopter parent
Or letting them find their own way
The middle road sometimes not apparent
We all brandish our own brand of baggage
Coloring our view of how the world looks to us
Don’t want to fill their backpacks with our fears
Before they even get on the school bus
Still sharpening my pencil as I ponder
Lately been thinking less is more
Maybe my job is to encourage curiosity
While providing them a safe vessel to explore
Let them make their own decisions
Ascertaining independently what to see
The world needs our kids to be who they are
Not who we want them to be
The bettor I set forth, the less you appear to care.
Hence, the best I attempt, the farther I prosper.
It looks that you cannot complete this assignment.
For every solo blink, sheerer gets incitement.
The time has shown up for you to be conscious.
To branch out into the world for karma purposes.
The shortcoming lies with me for wrecking you.
At that point, I whimsy it was the right track to do.
The bettor I serve, the best I can observe.
On account of you, I retained the option to improve.
Flying is the best trail for ascertaining your way.
There are a variety of events present today.
The issue is resolved, and the site is likely.
Launch your destiny without uncertainty.
It's useless whether you admire me.
Either you involve me or won't be your plea.
I'm hesitant; however, one object is clear.
I'll wait by there till the silver star appears.
You needn't bother with my increased support.
It's fit beyond due that I discharge you in short.
Written: November 21, 2021
Through my brown eyes looking upon Heaven I spy the blue horizon Paradise and My spirit soul of mine I am waiting to find another true love
So I walk not at all toward the person's probable sites
Not engaging nor observing ascertaining a possible wife
For God wants us not to be alone
I am alone you're not alone knowing my concerns
I'm alone yet not alone for now God is the woman in my heart, soul and mind
10/9/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
how do April fool
a spider-bug on your head
believe it or not
4/1/2020
“How do” is a greeting.
you and i were the 'good kids'
only spoke when spoken to
never picked a fight
didn't color outside the lines
later we learned that they
were sifting through all our art
ascertaining who lay on the
extremities of the bell curve
who might have a troubled home life
and/or
who might have an aptitude for fine art
... we were somewhere in the middle
fast forward thirty years or so...
we discovered a magic quill
that served as a machete
clearing out the underbrush
of this dense jungle we call
life
we learned to think outside
the quadrilateral parallelogram
and found the outer rim
of that bell curve
we no longer raised our hands
waiting to be called on
we delved deep and found
a singular
phenomenon
inside us -
our voice
All around is calm at midnight
The day has been might and tight
I might have lost my sight
But I can still remember to cite
This is my sleepless night at midnight
Lies in your eyes need no witness
We’re not careless, we’re not treacherous
For you release the neat heat of your body
I have wandered dancing a lot, I am tired
Life’s a rhythm like ascertaining you’re heard
Soft music’s coming from the back of the room
I dream I’m a deemed a dean dancing on the moon
No panic, that music sounds from a clinic
Looking at her smiling at my nose
I feel life before it’s fall as she knows
Nightly music and dance shake the pelvic
Moving closer to me, I hold her constricted
For I want her to look me in the eyes
To shun old behaviors of spies
But make me feel the heat of an angel
Who is dancing at midnight like a squirrel
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
A. Anarchy
Amber autumn aflame
An aroma of ash appeases the adamant arsonist; the artful anarchist
An audacious attempt at attacking back at our arbitrary accommodations
The ascended advocate us to abide as they affirm their advancement through annihilation
An abstract artifice, artificial affirmation of all aspects
Treated like an array of aliens in our allowed acropolis with the armor turned against us
Most amused with their asinine aspirations and amaurotic attractions
A few too apprehensive to argue and ask for an alternative, afraid of any altercation
But the agitated and annoyed assemble, ascertaining truth through awareness at every angle
Amateur acts of anger arise and accelerate, accompanying their adverse assault on our amendments
The alliance ablaze and amassing, anticipating an apocalyptic ambush
Absolution remains absent and anger becomes anxiety among those abandoned
The affluent assure abolishment for the average and all under
Perfunctory story
For my Lord's glory
Captures the nature and signature of the history
Lived during the pilgrimage
In which I don't have to rummage
For breath, thought or image
Cos the Lord always by my side
Not for a second brushing me aside
Ascertaining, sustaining, maintaining I decide
In my Lord's glory I rejoice
Every second I elect to listen to his voice
To make the optimum choice
Under his guidance
Always within me, in attendance
Always by me in abundance
To grant me grace
Sparing my life traces and stresses of disgrace
As the Lord holds me in a warm embrace
My perspective to strengthen
My years, my days to lengthen
Although I dwell in a vessel so earthen
I sometimes go astray
But on my knees I bend to pray
No more his love should I betray.
Human race, don’t boast on the casualty coast
Frisking, seeking, pricking and nicking the truth
On a continental coast as to your truth you toast
Sending to Coventry the uncouth
Pummeling the truth, belittling the youth
Whose views you deride
As your rollercoaster swings South
In the company of your petty pride
In tow to brandish the interpretation
You vaunt with no iota of shame
At the place of honour you accord to the incantation
You blurt in the claim
You push far above merit
Twisting the truth, alienating allies
Although the truth you fail to inherit
In the realm where lies and flies
Sometimes cohabit
Dancing in tandem with hubris
Cultivated into a horrible habit
Which tends to increase
At sunup, at sunset
When the truth cries
Causing a major upset
As the zone of the truth decries
Sufferings the truth endures
In diverse fora
Where jesters ensure cures
Arrive fast to prevent error and terror
From decimating puritan platforms
Preventing them descending into the farce
That demeans the truth in its multifarious forms
While ascertaining misinterpretation remains sparse.
You never really know what’s in
Another person’s mind.
If you could look, who knows
The kind of secrets you would find.
Though face and body language
May give off a subtle clue,
It’s not enough to figure out
Or maybe misconstrue.
So you can guess, though there’s a chance
That what you had assumed
Is far from the reality
Mistakenly presumed.
The only way to know, then,
Is to come right out and ask;
Then ascertaining honesty
Becomes another task.
Again, I Stop at A Fork in the Road
Again, I stop at a fork in the road
And trust experience will guide me.
One way looks rough; the other, not so easy,
And so I must choose which path to follow.
I weary of the weight from carrying my load
(Others have regressed for fear of consequence)
And regret past choices and where they’ve led,
That I would about-turn and not be bold.
After ascertaining my dilemma, I reach out for advice;
The thought of being wrong frightens me.
I realize I cannot face the future alone
And pray God forgives me for my cowardice
In procrastinating my time by idleness.
Without belief in Christ, there is no hope.
Megaphone diplomacy disparages diplomacy
Weakens links cultivated at great cost
Only to vanish in the twinkling of a fallacy
Spiced and iced for a tit for tat toast.
Megaphone diplomacy hobnobs with a misnomer
For nations blighted by the myopia
Cooped up in a fallacy grammar
Tinged with a dose of danger drama in Dystopia.
Megaphone diplomacy shunts aside tact
To overdramatize a scenario
That with tact violates no pact
Ascertaining partners to a dispute toast in Rio.
Megaphone diplomacy plays to the gallery
Ensconced in short-termism
To gain a political mileage salary
At the expense of more fruitful long-termism.
As the cloud hasten through the scene,
The mood of the firmament did change.
The moon did her bowl fill,
As the cloud and the firmament did range.
Gradually, her eyelids began to leap.
Oh! Again.she began to weep.
The moon trusted her heels,
As the cloud did serve the earth meal.
Peeped was her from the galaxy curtain,
Ascertaining if the cloud will stop the tears
hunting.
But when indifferent be the cloud.
Then tarry was the moon with her crowd.
When out of patience,
The moon plot a coup against the cloud.
But the coup was futile by Aliens.
Hence; She pleaded with the cloud.
Then the cloud being aware of what has
transpired,
Did with the moon reconcile.
C.2017
Thank
You
Poets and
Poetess
For encouraging
Words during the pass through the storm
Beholding a reborn point of view of life setbacks
Ascertaining that propitious and gloomy moments encompass growing purposes
4-28-2016
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