"Forgiveness heals an open wound, the spirit repairs the soul"
My father-in-law always used to say
McCants Mill Pond was a large body of water
Any one bigger, far away I want to stay
He didn't want near larger backwater
Years passed and time flies by, he passed as well
His widow's dementia got worse, at home she'd stay
Then one week we all planned a vacation so swell
We are off to Tybee to see the ocean spray
Headed to the Atlantic Ocean, my what fun
We'd have our grandson, and his great-grandmother, too
One of them hadn't seen the ocean, so much sun
What excitement on the long trip ensued
When we're there, we camped next to the Atlantic
We said, "Mawmaw, "you are looking at the ocean".
She stood there, then not looking dramatic
She said, "Now, that is a large body of water".
If you have never seen any of the oceans
I say prepare, they are large bodies of water
Even more than McCant's Mill Pond's grand promotions
So go, relax, enjoy the waves and saltwater
I live on an island in the Pacific region
The largest body of water is the OCEAN
Like, can we be more Pacific?
I think Christopher Columbus got lost
Because the directions were not pacific
Oh, excuse me, the Pacific Ocean
Where you will find the small islands (Micronesia)
Where you will find the black islands (Melanesia),
Where you will find the many islands (Polynesia)
Generally, the islanders are like coconuts
So hard on the outside
But succulent on the inside
Yet they always end up wanting Samoa
Get this,
An assault by an Islander
is called a Hawaiian Punch
At times, these islands need a therapist when they are in a tropical depression
Some islands have sunk
Oh no do not laugh
That is not funny atoll
Sea yourself out
Therefore, I live on an island
A small island
I am a MICRO
I mean, how can I get more pacific than that?
The cement is heavy when mixed with the loss of autonomy
It's dried around my boots; I welcome the body of water in front of me
Where my afflictions will feel each drop enter my lungs, and then I'll be free
Of the horrors, plagues, and false words, that are brought by living honestly— FML A.S.
36, and I’m grateful to be alive. Still in the back of my mind Memento mori , “Remember that you will die”. So today I will do and not try. I will let go of the illusion that I can control every outcome because that’s the ill man’s delusional idea of how to manipulate time. Detach from the illusion of control. Just understand the future does not exist in this moment. Here and now is all we know. No matter how tightly you hold on, things will find a way to go . If everything was certain and nothing ever changed, life would be a stagnant body of water no Currents to shift its way. What a boring existence for the being’s part to play. We were already dying the day we were formed because time is not afraid. It existed before and will after the day the last human remains. So the celebration of another three hundred and sixty-five days has a feeling of accomplishment for another trip around the sun my skin sack has made. What is future but a mere wish, a hopeful gift , we should all be grateful if we get. I am alive now, but I remember we die, so I won’t waste breath on wishing for endless time. So here’s to 36, finally loving to be alive.
Written By: D. Collins 7/18/25
Amidst this chaos I'm at a loss for words.
I need to go to the water and regroup my verbs.
Hear the sound of waves splashing in my ear.
And an Atlantic breeze blowing through my hair.
Yeah 'Mon....'Dat right 'Dere is exactly what I need.
A long stroll by the water just to help me breathe.
A body of water with thousands of miles in between.
That little piece of the earth folks have never seen.
Once,
a boy heard a fairy tale.
He repeated the story
until he became the story
and forgot that it was "make believe".
Soon, it became reality, and not a dream.
The world echoed his tale.
He became a man,
and new chapters were written, with plot twists.
He was so busy moving the plot along, he could see or hear nothing else.
One day, resting before a large body of water,
he was quiet, and it felt like a dream.
He saw a small shoot break through a granite boulder.
He heard a single drop fall on the still pond,
and wondered
if this shoot,
and this drop
could be messengers
of a new reality.
The name engraved in my heart
Arteries pump a yearning chemical
The soul craves his breath
Weighing down my every move
The mind bound to retention
Of intimacy and passion
Yet His Heart is translucent
His body craves no touch of mine
His eyes continue to hold light
He remains extant,
Like I am no longer a being
I am no longer a being
Without his love I am just matter
A grey cloud lingering over the unobtainable
A minuscule drop of oil in a body of water,
That will never touch.
Mother Natures child ….her name is Ocean
Independent , abundant with emotion
When her body of water is clean
Her mood is calm and serene
Countless days she is displeased with mankind
With those humans who are ignorant and blind
Treating her as a garbage bin
Just heaving their rubbish in
The days her waves crash with rage
Her anger has ascended to the next stage
Watching her marine life dying or distressed
From those humans who couldn’t care less
Aware mankind is working toward positive change
Dedication and education maintained
In time no longer a-washed with debris
Her marine life protected and free
sleep something away
thing trades day ~ that's slept away
e'er slept day away
to burn the candle
at both ends ~ workaholics
early grave earners
sleepover at friends
or your place ~ white Lab/doghouse
spare room o'er garage.
to let sleeping dogs
lie ~ let go say no more ~ OR
stir the fire and burn
to go to bed with
the chickens mean early to
bed early to rise
to sleep with fishes
gangster talk ~ murder dump in
body of water
Thoughts of confusion were swirling
in my head, and I desperately needed
a quiet place to be,
I headed to the seaside, where I sat,
gazing into the sea.
The calm, still body of water was
undisturbed by the gust of wind that
whizzed by,
Immersed in the silence of nothingness,
I prayed these muddled thoughts would
fly away like a butterfly.
As I turned my head towards the sky,
I saw the dark clouds were slowly drifting
by,
Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his sweet
love draining from my heart , leaving
it empty and stone cold.
Then, an overwhelming grip of
emptiness took a painfully tight hold,
The Sun was now barely visible,
Oh, How I wish it were possible to be
invisible.
Oh, how I wished I could let go of this
woe.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was the
last one to know.
by Zyrool
How would it feel to wake up with no worry?
No more pain, sorrow or anxiety
No more overthinking? How happy I’d be
Free from this mental slavery
How sweet my emancipation day would be
No more whips and chains life bestowed upon me
I have so much flaws that you don’t see
I cover them up so you only see the good in me.
I’m like a blue hole.
The surface is a beautiful indigo, but pitch black below.
Sadly, sometimes the darkness consumes me
It has me in a chokehold like a dog on a leash
Some days I want to go to the beach without a life vest
I can’t swim so there’s only one way my visit will end
I imagine my lungs being filled with salty sea air
The wind in my 4b/c hair
That beautiful body of water will be the last to see my tears
No more heartbreaks
No embarrassment
No more tears
Just Peace
The end probably feels like a breath of relief,
But you no longer need air to breathe.
As much as I want to be freed like Kunta Kinte
My leap of absence would be a pity
I’m talented, beautiful, funny, and witty
So I’ll push through until God says my mansion is ready.
I live on an island in the Pacific region
The largest body of water is the OCEAN
Like, can we be more Pacific?
I think Christopher Columbus got lost
Because the directions were not pacific
Oh, excuse me, the Pacific Ocean
Where you will find the small islands (micronesia)
Where you will find the black islands (melanesia),
Where you will find the many islands (polynesia)
Generally, the islanders are like coconuts
So hard on the outside
But succulent on the inside
Yet they always end up wanting Samoa
Get this,
An assault by an Islander
is called a Hawaiian Punch
At times, these islands need a therapist when they are in a tropical depression
Some islands have sunk
Oh no do not laugh
That is not funny atoll
Sea yourself out
Therefore, I live on an island
A small island
I am a MICRO
I mean, how can I get more pacific than that?
AFTER THE FLOOD
After the flood has subsided
With insurance claims made
Pertaining to the destruction
There’s all the reconstruction
The memories will never fade
And reluctant moves decided
Now leaving a riverside location
After years of increasing prices
Insurance premiums now sky high
And still the ground is not dry
Fearing a repeat of such a crisis
And little advance information
Perhaps a home on a mountain
But never on a low marshy plain
Nor situated by a body of water
Flooding offers few any quarter
Is our future to be constant rain
Drains overflow like a fountain
It’s climate change, they all say
But there’s been floods before
Seas just a metre or two higher
In coastal regions it will be dire
It’s history, so just talk to Noah
Maybe it’ll happen again one day
On a painted wall
In a dark brown frame
A photo is shown
One Evergreen tree
Standing in water
Across from this tree
Is a small patch of land
With three Evergreen trees
In a huge body of water
Or a large river
With the land showing
On both sides trees
With a mountain view
Like a current volt ride a long in a linear plane
I'm in a encase vessel in Him
a traveling body of water surfacing traveling spiraling Collective waves above and below the floodplain
In between the cracks of the terraining
Wind down withered parts loathing loathing ever rolling Across the hills and flats and grasslands
Through the creeks in the valleys winding to and froing
Young waters flow like a liken
a treebranch seldom bends or brakes
Spiraling cross the dirt and sands stream
Waters run horizontal weaving and cleaving
On course dry lands part waters I am traveling
But first I am energy band, birth from the heavens
Like a current volt ride a long in a linear plane
I'm in a encase vessel in Him
a traveling body of water surfacing traveling spiraling Collective waves above and below the floodplain
In between the cracks of the terraining
Energized ENERGY FLOW LIKE A RIVER
12/24/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
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