A quagmire is a soft, murky bog that shakes
or yields underfoot.
In other words, a swamp,
that is imbued with sticky mud:
where progress is slow,
for it's easy to get stuck.
A quagmire is also a synonym
for an unpleasant, constrictive situation;
which is not easy to escape from.
Look around; we are stuck
in a swamp of greed and hate,
a quagmire of our own making.
Bigotry is a by-product of manufactured fear,
as the blood of innocents sullies our souls.
And we are sinking into conformity;
stuck in the quicksand of complacency.
The hope of change is strictly rationed to the masses,
while tightly controlled by a few.
We are born as a cog in a system
designed to extract individualism,
and replace it with compliance.
Thereby keeping us stuck within the very gears,
that are grinding us down.
We need to drain that political swamp,
even though its alligators are always on patrol.
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
I LAMB COVING MY LINKAGE
My beef is forced anger
So goose my way through life passages go figure
I goat what I eat what I ate aspirate danger
My by product waste excrement, temperament
Cleanse out covered wrinkle tribe
Neither lamb fry nor black pot
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Spiritual and Physical
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Left over thrown away chitterling
Skins of mine intestines
Mutton never tasted spiritual under taking
I’ve been bomb basin
A jointed of veal provide
How we feel been denied
Speaks of feces yum turn inside out
In my feelings I’m fillings
In my splitting placement settings
Intentional pig intestines
Physical and Spiritual
11/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Happiness is a life-caring feature
A feeling appealing and good
Because of the kindness we show to each creature
We know that we live as we should
But every right function is done over time
For the sake of the good that we do
And every tall mountain is such a good climb
For the sake of the summit in you
The service we give to the cause of creation
Is great for the virtue inside
And how we must live for the pause of elation
Reflects on our purpose and pride
But as the by-product of love and success
And not the fulfillment of such
Happiness lives by the wrongs we address
And not as our purpose so much
The purpose of life is to live by our caring
With kindness, compassion, and thought
For joy is fulfillment and subject to daring
To be what our passion is not.
A gnarled lone oak tree
grew in the middle of voluminous nowhere,
amidst vast stretches of citron corm fields,
a by-product of an old man’s weird whim.
It proved quite a memorable playground,
For when I was small it was pure delight.
Oh how I loved to climb up
towards an azure sky
feeling for sturdy branches,
imbibing the smell of fresh-grown leaves.
At times I would listen to the wayward wind,
as it moaned in isolation
amidst lush green branches.
Yet when storms struck
I shied away as the winds howled
and thunder rumbled around the top twigs
of my old oak tree.
The last time I was there
I was not alone.
Handsome was tagging along.
He was not interested in the old oak tree
That's when I began to hate him.
And just to prove my point
a sudden change of weather
and heavy rain fell hard.
We ran to the car but the doors stuck.
To shelter under the tree was dangerous.
Lightening zigzagged above.
The place became cursed.
Finally Handsome opened the car
and we sped away.
I never met Handsome nor visited the oak again.
Show sincerity in the job you do,
Know how to do the job properly,
Slow, but steady must happen,
Grow by using sheer hard-work
Learn the trade by using care,
Earn every Rupee justifiably,
Turn every stone to achieve,
Burn like the Sun while working
Feel honored by the job,
Kneel before doing duty,
Deal in the wisest way,
Steel-like will be had
Sweat out to succeed,
Get a passion to work,
Outlet is a tough job,
Fret and fume never
Policy of sincerity mst be used,
Courtesy to all must be shown,
Mercy to inferiors is a must,
Lazy attitude must be shunned
Rash decisions are dangerous,
Stash them into the dustbin,
Flash optimism at every stage,
Dash to do duty with mirth
Overlook not any point,
Look at things positively,
Book confidence always,
Outlook must be ever fair
Sincerity is a sure winner,
Nobility is a Divine trait,
Humility is truly Angelic,
Duty is a sacred venture
Promotion is a by-product,
Emotion must be clear,
Devotion to duty is great,
Dedication is valuable
Whatever job you may choose,
Deliver the best always please,
Never give room for dejection,
Sever relation with conceit!
Be helpful, be honest, be happy
Happiness is not a goal...it's a by-product of a life well-lived. The best way to cheer yourself is to try to cheer someone else up. Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened. Happiness depends upon ourselves.
Hum Na Dare Duniya Ke Sitam Se
Aankhe Milaye Har Ek Gham Se
Hum Na Dare Duniya Ke Sitam Se
Aankhe Milaye Har Ek Gham Se
Aap Bina Hum Kuch Bhi Nahin Hain
Hum Jo Kuch Hai Aap Ke Dum Se
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.If you want light to come into your life, you need to stand where it is shining.Success is the sum of small efforts repeated day in and day out.Happiness is the only thing that multiplies when you share it.
future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
https://youtu.be/BGn_kxrdB00
Resentment Is
Miracle Man
4/11/2022
Feelings of resentment are often seen as,
The dregs after life’s pot has boiled dry.
The by-product of spending too much time,
in a space where you had little desire to be.
You’ll never be a totally happy gardener,
if plowing the same rocky soil each day.
Lock-step agreement is most effectively achieved by tyranny.
Or, perhaps better stated:
Disagreement is an unavoidable by-product of freedom.
We are by-product of souls once alive
We learn from souls once alive
We speak of souls once alive
We call on souls once alive
We pay homage to souls once alive
We recapture images of souls once alive
We dream dreams of souls once alive
We catch glimpse of souls once alive
We pine for souls once alive
We breathe in souls once alive
We fear souls once alive
We wrestle with souls once alive
We hate souls once alive
We walk on souls once alive
We do rituals for souls once alive
We copulate with souls once alive
We pray renewal of our soul, still alive.
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The heady scent of earth from early rain—
Soil embracing moisture— and gone ere long,
Nor yet repeated soon enough again,
Short and sweet comes alas a pleasing song.
What rare delight ‘tis rambling by the field
Of bluebells in April, inviting spring!
Its blossoms casting brief spell soon is killed;
Short and sweet comes cherry-blossom's inning.
So fragile be her bloom, so delicate,
A light drizzle can cause her frills to fall.
Good things alas are good for a brief date,
Take brilliant lives, take honeymoon's short call.
Yea, all things lovely in life short-lived are,
Nor beauty’s nor youth’s spells can be stretched far.
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Heady scent of first rains: Greeks called it ‘stony fluid flowing from veins of gods'. But the fragrance of first rains has science behind it. Certain plants exude oil which is absorbed by soil in dry season. This is released into air along with a bacterial by-product with first rains, as a subtle heady smell, called petrichor.
Sonnets | 05.07.2013 |
GENETIC FOOTPRINTS
EMANATING WITHIN HEARTS OF MORTALS
ARE GENETIC FOOTPRINTS BEQUEATHED BY CELESTIAL ESSENCES
WANDERING UPON THE IMMENSITY OF A DYNAMIC TIMELESSNESS
VENERATING ENLIGHTENED SPIRITS EXPLORING ENDLESS SPACES
ILLUMINATING DARK ENIGMATIC PORTALS
One uneventful night, I had an interesting thought that *****sapiens,
might be the by-product of wandering space explorers from a different time
and space, with the instinct and desire to travel far and wide, to seek for
answers of their origins and wished to touch the face of their Creator, but
unfortunately ended up living on planet Earth for a period of time before
continuing on. Questions and desires that sound and feel familiar to us
humans?
Just a thought...
October 2013
Aboard cruise liner:
"Splendour Of The Seas"
I've seen the by-product
of alcoholic parents
not my own
but some folk I love
Those whose souls
cry out from a childhood
of
Poverty
Humiliation
Being Ostracized
Anger
MIXED AT THAT!
Black and White
Where I come from,
a formula for torture
not black enough
not white enough
Living in the ghetto's
of San Francisco
leaves that adult
by-product
in a messed up way
~Ms. Affection - March 17, 2021
I've had many heated conversations with . . . myself
over how a circumstance, or life itself, should be perceived.
My best time for self-probing is late at night.
Even now (in my sixties), I lean toward idealism.
Reality--not killjoy, but counselor--reminds me of
my boundaries. Opportunities to balance realism and
idealism have proven successful, warding off pessimism.
Pursuance of goals is still fueled by fire, but the flames
don’t leap so high as when I was young and vigorous.
Effective self-examination can be time-consuming
and painful, sometimes revealing that challenging
changes are required of me. These growing pains, even--
or perhaps especially—at my age, are necessary,
for life is not yet through with me.
I classify myself as the basically satisfied, often joyful
by-product of late-night contemplation.
March 9, 2021
entered in Craig Cornish's Contemplation Poetry Contest
Brown the color of the passive ground Autumn I'm falling leaves horizontal the waist by product the leaves leave me Brown blooms with the bloom of unemployed in clouds Grands made from scratch chocolate cake taste the golden tan Brown pancake taste like hot coffee and cocoa yum I'm in pecan much and crunch right on mushroom potato soup delicious feels like synonym of dressing being in down Brown a cloud of pollution Brown the face and skin the many races Brown is a color nurturing ingrown it's the color of Mother Earth Brown so Earthly neutral Brown colors filled and pumping iron serious down-to-earth stable bility protection and supported sense of Duty and responsibilities 5th and the listing of last names I'll be around must be own wit
BROWN
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
Discarded by-product.
Was it difficult to explain it to us?
Forgive me my dear gods
for I can not understand your puzzle.
I'm not worthy of your intelligence
because I'm stupid standing up and watching
in the sky looking for you.
I cry my dear gods
because you left me
I do not belong neither heaven nor earth
I feel the eternity goes away for me ...
How many times do I still have to die!
Self-control, detachment and mercy
in the chains of feelings, passions and desires!
As a bastards left on the road
we feed on animals poisons.
Are we worthy of your salvation
my dear gods!?
Dirty and damned!
We carry viruses.
Oh my gods tell us why you gave us consciousness?
Dear gods or God!
We are yours
Irony of grammatical error
or maybe genetic mistake
or maybe historical mistake
or maybe perceptual error
or maybe medical mistake
or maybe space error
or maybe or maybe...
Dear gods, we are yours
an unconscious mistake.
Come and destroy us!
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