This beautiful flag
has stood the the test of hard times,
this beautiful flag
waves with a grand elegant over vallies,
love it as your own mother, her embrace
is warmer that spring days!
Her wolves howl in the battering wind
to make themselves heard,
their energy is surely wasted;
true patriots fight for their country:
no voice is louder than liberty!
This beautiful flag was draped
by Betsy Ross, the patriotess,
her devotion was expressed eloquently;
her noble spirit is carved in history.
This beautiful flag is the pride
of every American and the ones
who yearn for a life of liberty!
Do you stand with those traitors,
or react to their madness?
Who swears allegiance to only one flag
is a son and daughter of this great land,
but that one who has no love
for America and its beauty
is far from a gentle dove;
he can never brag
about its glory
and appreciate its generosity
to exchange it for total loyalty!
Its the price soldiers pay
in a time of win and lose,
when an escape is not easy to choose;
stand with them and pray;
help them raise this beautiful flag!
Anointed bay that turbidly strays towards shades of gray with battering waves, to golden sunrises east of the western empire, that in which we do co-op to that atop the sunrise is clouds ensigned to summery tufts of bridled wire where wiry half-lives should protest and strung up not are puppets contest each and every word for which the puppet created worlds.
Violence, phishing scams
if no guns, vans are battering ram
AI can save busy execs twelve minutes
defraud seniors of their life savings
~ no limits
Train my tongue
Words are ever young
Train my words
Before they fly out birds
Train my airstream
Before reality seems a dream
Train my smell
Time dates hell
Make me able more than my being
To keep believing in the whole green
White not left out even though we cry
Yet manna don't rain from the sky
Suffering as a messenger not guilty
But made a fool despite his active acuity
How will we pray for our leaders?
When we have become mere readers
Making fun of our suffering
Praying fervently while battering
Is a senseless act, deceit birth
When only them live in safety and wealth
If praying for them is the key
Won't we prefer praying the retiree
For swimming in the cool Dead sea
Is non-negotiable to agree in DEMO decree
A fire engine red square in a blue circle,
that’s the very definition of monachopsis.
I am blanketed languishing in all of this,
it’s tiresome living life like it’s on critical.
Fluctuating between stability and gone,
so many memories attached to four walls.
Walking that fine line I slip and it all stalls,
thrown down persuaded I’m the only one.
Battering hard every bit of my equilibrium
is a vision of how everything was before.
Each person that has danced on this floor
hit a beat now attached to my desiderium.
The last moments of this legendary venue
tears spring to my eyes as I see the lights.
This stage where I spent so many nights
will never give another band their debut.
I
San Clemente is always a nice place and tonight, she was something
different.
wound up by a Creator’s hands to such beauty around how could one be
indifferent?
I vividly remember how beautiful the full moon was, while a slight breeze
was blowing,
serenity in the form of waves crashing; the pier empty as the moon was
glowing.
on that cloudy night, into the black backdrop, battering breezes sent
chills up my body
put on my coat, and in my ponderance, setting like J Gatsby at the dock
less gaudy, caught the moonlight reflecting off the waves.
it formed a line that seemed to go on forever, even though the dense
coastal haze.
the night looked like the cover of Ride’s Nowhere I suppose, and
I wrote this poem so that this moment in time shall never decompose
Snow flurry
Furious hurry
Battering against my skin
It’s artificial
Shavings off something real
The cold would have been less cutting
Whirling soundless wind
I’m upside down
With no direction within grasp
Until I’m allowed to fall down again
Nobody to stop the descent
The settling never lasts long before
An invisible hand, cruel or indifferent,
Shakes and shakes and shakes
Upheaval
Nothing to cling to
Just swirling, purposeless
Three things to see, when I don’t focus on me:
Others caught in the cacophony
Beyond a veil of thick glass, lights twinkling dimly
In the dead centre of the violence, a baby.
Small, a fixed point in it all
Promises and secrets plainly hidden
Steady face, symbol held in place
Though naughty hands tried to break him
So let it snow!
Let it all go.
I am dancing
Knowing nothing
Discovering Everything
Receiving that which is never shaken
The house was rushed to the ground, your tapping leaves it unshaken, your words caused it to tremble.
All the things you'd say, all the walls you'd paint, ruining its glory, leaving trembling bodies crawling.
How do you see it now? How do you see these houses stretched across the nation?
How do you feel now that the gods have granted you tools, or will you go bare?
Don't be fooled, some say they hold up well, until you feel the thunder strike and it'll all collapse, before the bugs crawl in and fix the debris, what's left of shards and bricks will be washed into the sea.
Battering wet cement, you lay it thick on the ground,
past soil to the core, no questions asked.
The land has been crowned for many things,
but never the sound of a roar.
You wait till its voice grows softer than sore.
These walls want to forget, but it's hard when the builders are the visitors and the debt grows worse each time the bills come due.
Drowning in sorrow
Perception more like misery
Contending that truth
To live in the contrary
Growing in countless prayers
As the devil keeps gaining strength
Battering me continuously
Causing an overwhelming load of understrength
I continue to pray
Confident that failure isn’t in the plan
The plan of my higher GOD
The only one who knows and can
Mercies after mercies
Blessings after blessings
So why the sorrow
Why the perception of misery
Where is my courage
How do I prevail
No way out no matter where I turn
Oh my GOD have I failed
I demand your promises
I’m breaking my knees on ground
You said all I needed was faith
I’m pleading the blood of Jesus aloud
When you smile you light the world.
I'm so proud you are my girl!!!
You make gentle winds blow, birds sing,
when they hear a mere mention of your name.
Do you know the joy you bring???
The world and it's turbulent ways,
come rushing, pushing
battering, and crushing,
but the sound your voice,
soothes and hushes.
The world and its unwavering,
unsavoring remarks,
seem overwhelming,
declaring to me,
'is that the best that you've got'?
But then you say,
just a few words,
'Dad, I love you'
and the world don't stand a chance,
I'm back in this fight, ready to stand!!!
All the while,
and all the time,
I keep you, first,
upon my mind.
All the time,
and all the while,
thinking of you,
and whenever you smile.
oh clouds that drift and hover above
a journey a trajectory and path unknown
ocean waves battering thundering to shores
oh woods where tangled vines creep birds sing
birds of many species singing with joy each day
flowers wild and unruly twining and creeping
winds with their constant solemn music
rain that the forests and woods drink
blue water in ponds streams rivers and lakes
oh creatures that sleep in hollows safe from harm
sun in the azure sky shining on earth
moon up there trustworthy for night dreams
I’m sick of the noise
I’m sick of the noise
Despair has me ill
I’m sick of the noise
Life has me confused
I’m on edge, I’m in lose
I ill and detained
I’m ill and I’m drained
I’m sick of myself
I’ve recently given up
Music is medicine for the soul
The birds of the air
Angels from heaven
Share
Come play wit me
In harmony
The songs of the wind
Each and every heart beats
The flow is sweet
We can’t retreat
Language and feelings of negativity
The storms of the life challenges complexity
Come pray wit me
In harmony
The sonnet of the tornadic scene
Battering eyes hurting vessels
Un learnt lessons
The birds of the air
Angels from heaven
Share
Come play wit me
In harmony
The songs of the wind
Each and every heart beats
The flow is sweet
Come unto me
And receive the beauty of ….
Music is medicine for the soul
Now I’m sweet fully complete
Delivered and whole
Music is medicine for my soul
3/17/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Listen to the raging summer rain
Mercilessly battering the ground -
Drops bouncing like crickets all around.
What heights its descent has drained
Into the pools when it came unbound!
My head is made silent by the sound
And a sense of cleanliness will remain
After everything's been washed down
And the neighborhood streets have drowned.
Harder still it strikes the window pane -
'Tho a peculiar sun broke through a cloud.
So long as the raindrops continue to pound -
Listen to the raging summer rain!
Staggering
That man got a battering,
He brought on war, then started crying.
The weight of it all, still staggering,
Hollow truths, the world defying.
I hate when lies start multiplying,
You see it clear when stutters grow.
Mumbling words, and lips low, fumbling,
A face that cracks beneath the show.
Staggering breaths, their chest expanding,
No escape from all that ranting.
Don’t try to hide, your breath betraying,
One right blow, the pain is planting.
We stand a few feet from the battering, foaming waves,
they can foretell if hail or rain is coming to scatter us...
as we run for cover to the beach house color rust;
should we wait for those swollen clouds to bust?
To get frightened is to imagine an immediate evacuation,
or even an illusional mirage from deadly hydration;
peacefulness is the narration of unrealistic writers,
not of the cautious fishermen securing their rocking boats!
Any other day along this crowded and vibrant bay all comes alive
with this sweet song, " Be mindful of today, tomorrow is unknown. "
How true it sounds to our ears when notes and voices thrive;
we look beyond this small island: so endless seems the clear horizon!
Storms may come and go, but the scenery remains intact;
people who were born here and built their homes, stay here:
unless they are forced by dire reasons, they'll unwillingly leave:
someone says," My grandad built this house with excessive sweat! "
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