I wasn't entrusted soul;
Bartering to be whole;
The leaf of my arms;
My hands in prayer mode;
Liken a squirrel nibbling holding his food;
Lo' and behold;
I am resonating;
Hands raised in praise celebrating;
4/26/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND A POW HE AND I ARE CELEBRATING OUR 9TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED ON THE 4TH OF JULY BUT DECIDED JULY 8TH 2016 POLK COUNTY WHERE WE SPENT SO MANY YEARS VOLUNTEERING IN OUR CHURCH MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART SPECIAL OLYMPICS ROTC SUN N FUN AEROSPACE ACADEMY WE ARE VERY EXCITED AFTER EXTREME DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AS HIS WIFE DIED OF MS THE MANY POEMS I WROTE TO HONOR MS SURVIVORS OUR MEETING WAS DESTINED OUR LOVE IS AN AWESOME LOVE WE BOTH COPE WITH PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY ITS AMAZING WE SURVIVED JAMAICAN DEALERS BREAKING IN OUR HOME JAMAICAN FEMALES LEFT OVER FROM MY ABUSIVE E. HUSBAND PLOTTED TO HARM MY DISABLED VETERAN SPOUSE TODAY WE ARE STILL STANDING WE ARE AMERICANS ALL ARMY STRONG 101 AIRBOURNE POLK COUNTY VETERANS I ADORE FLORIDA WE ARE TRULY BLESSED CELEBRATING SU. N FUN AND US HOLY MATRIMONY AGAINST ALL ODDS WE SURVIVED THIS SENT MY STALKER MY FATAL ATTRACTION INTO A RAGE SHOOTING UP OUR PLA TS MY PRAYERS ARE WITH MY ENEMIES MY IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING MY IDENTITY HACKING INTO OUR LIVES FINALLY POINTING AN ASSAULT RIFLE AT MY POW HUSBAND HE CRIED IN MY ARMS VERY BRAVE GOD HAS BLESSED ME A D MY HUSBAND
Celebrating Pherzawl's Serenity
I’ve fallen in love with Pherzawl’s gentle air,
I’ve fallen in love where cool whispers dare.
Though summer scorches lands both far and near,
Though summer scorches, here the sky is clear.
I’m dreaming of Delhi’s relentless blaze,
I’m dreaming of Guwahati’s fiery haze.
Hmarkhawlien and Silchar’s blazing heat,
Hmarkhawlien and Silchar, I’m not missing that beat.
But here, soft mist cloaks all in silver shrouds,
But here, the clouds drift low like quiet crowds.
Life blooms beneath Pherzawl’s serene sky,
Life blooms beneath where cool soft breezes sigh.
© 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto
Exactly eighty years ago today
Came the valiant, victorious VE Day
We celebrate in commemoration
Of the day that brought each our salvation.
Amid the joy there is also sorrow
For those who never saw a tomorrow
They had bravely fought for each of our sakes
Staring dangerous missions in the face.
Let's join together in raucous hip-hop
Dancing till midnight all around the clock
In thanks to all who died, those that survived
For they are the reason we are alive.
A-nother
N-atal
A-ctivity
M-akes
A-ll
R-ejoice
I-n
E-legance.
©bfa040825
Monocrostic (Birthday of Ana Marie G. Camposo)
Wherever I go it’s easy to celebrate all the beauty in front of me…
the sunsets, the trees, the flowers, the ocean…
all those things my eyes can see.
But every now and then this impulse surfaces in me…
that makes me want to stop and celebrate
all the things I cannot see.
I cannot see the wind…I can only feel her breeze
I cannot see the crickets who serenade me in the morning
or the birds singing from the darkness of their trees.
I cannot see the aroma of fresh baked cookies, cake or bread.
I cannot see how far in life one act of kindness or giving will spread.
I cannot see the air I breathe…but I know it’s there.
I cannot see, unless you show me, just how much you care.
I cannot see the music when I hear my favorite song.
I cannot see the actual bonds that make a marriage strong.
I cannot see your sadness without first seeing your tears…
I cannot see your words of love as they travel to my ears.
Yes, with my eyes open I am constantly amazed
at all the beauty I observe in front of me…
but every now and then I like to close my eyes
and think about
all those things I cannot see.
We are here today to celebrate
The love you so obviously share,
A love you wish to formalise
And publicly declare.
A couple truly meant for each other,
A couple truly meant to be,
A couple whose friends and family,
We are very proud to be.
We hope your happiness continues,
That you have much more in store,
We hope the memories made today
Will stay with you - forever more.
Where the cold nights, the shadows blend,
Glenn Hughes rises, a voice that transcends.
With a soul forged in fire, he sings of the pain,
Each lyric a journey, each note a refrain.
From the ashes of rock, a phoenix takes flight,
His heart laid wide open, a shining light.
With Deep Purple's thunder, he carved out his name,
But it’s in the ballads where he found his true flame.
A warrior of sound, with many stories to tell,
Of love and redemption, of heaven and hell.
His raspy, a comfort for all,
In the chaos of life, he answers the call.
Through the highs and the lows, the struggles he faced,
He channels the darkness, the light interlaced.
In each heartfelt chorus, we find our release,
With Glenn Hughes' music, it brings everyone peace. (Peace within ourselves)
Like a bird in ocean blue,
Like a butterfly’s fluttering hue,
Or a kite wandering high,
Like dandelions in their drifting sigh.
Like the wind whispering wild,
Like ripples gliding soft and mild,
Or washing flowing on the line,
Like clouds reclining, all sublime.
Like a mountain’s steadfast stance,
Like the leaves in rhythmic dance,
Or trickling, trickling, fleeting rain,
Like a horse’s galloping mane.
Like the roar from a lion’s cage,
Like the words pouring from this page—
Happy, confident, radiant me,
I’m free, I’m free, so free to be me!
In the tapestry of time is a special thread,
a day of joy that I spread.
In the garden of heaven, a maiden bloom,
My one true love in full groom.
on this day a celebration of you,
the queen of my heart true and true,
with every heartbeat and with every smile,
May happiness and laughter in your world grow.
Sweet sixteen, a milestone so bright,
On this day you take flight.
Unfurl your wings, embrace the universe,
For you are it’s one true queen.
As the moon whispers secrets to the sea,
May your dreams unfold, wild and free.
In the pages of time, where stories are spun,
Happy birthday, my love, you're my only one.
Let the heavens and the earth rejoice
For their queen is born.
Born to roam,
And free to love.
With wings of golden starlight your spirits flare
Each woman burst forth a steadfast astral pyre
Your valiant souls are / defying / confining
the tethered snare
Like distant suns that are piercing the boundless mire
With hearts unyielding you are shatter iron grates
Your unshackled wings where shadows once confined
And in your touch,
love's caresses, gentle graces
A serenade of voices, together
softly intertwined.
Through time's grand halls your histories reside
Your footprints pressing...
on ever-shifting sands
With every single verse
a truth you cannot hide
For you mend the world with...
steady guiding hands
O gracious women, blessed with beauty /
fierce and bold.
In every realm
your being we cherish
and behold.
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“No matter how tired you are, no matter how physically exhausting this work may be, it's beautiful to bring a smile into someone's life, to care for someone in need. What greater joy can there be?” Mother Teresa
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will." - Charlotte Brontë
("Winter Tree", 2023, original encaustic)
Celebrating White Supremacy
As the world turns….
ever faster and more wobblier
it’s hard to go a day
without hearing some reference to ‘White Supremacy.’
Of course it’s a bad thing, right?
Sure it is, until you think what it really is.
I look around; snow deep outside
but here indoors I’m warm
no wind or snow,
a steady even moderate clime instead,
not to mention safe and secure
with all the comforts of stove and frig
running water and electric light
and, not least, Wi-Fi!
And then, don’t forget,
there’s that trusty internal combustion engine vehicle
waiting outside that I can hop in
to go to town, to get the mail and more gas,
more jeans or nylon jackets or plastic bags,
and, of course, more groceries, like pizza and coffee!
The list just goes on and on,
as I write in miraculous digital bytes
with auto-correct to tell me how I’m doing
with the ever pesky English spelling and grammar,
and I’m left in awe
wondering how and why
everyone else isn’t celebrating
the fruits of this white supremacy
the whole world now enjoys
or at least aspires to...
(1/19/24)
Here, for an earth life sojourn,
dwelling in mind-body urn,
the real is known by touch,
on relinquishing thought crutch.
Which breath should we hold more dear,
as waves rise and disappear,
for is not life but a flow,
savoured in staid stillness slow?
In the rainbow’s light we bask
but why not first pause to ask,
who we are, what’s life’s purpose;
as a clown, in this circus?
To this end, if we but bend
and an ear to conscience lend,
doing nothing, truth is known,
of love and light, we all own.
Christ was not born on Christmas Day.
The date was set aside by they
over whom god Mithra held sway.
They hallowed it as his birthday.
Let not dispute about the day,
Distract from Christ in any way.
That He was born, the truth is clear.
His birth we celebrate with cheer.
Divine implant in a virgin womb,
Jesus, like a lily, would soon bloom.
The Son of God, born in an inn,
to save man from the curse of sin.
An angel choir sang “Peace on earth,”
the night of Christ our Savior’s birth.
The gift of life, that in Christ dwells,
is what we Christians celebrate.
For Adam’s sin brought death to man,
but God already had a plan.
Jesus, the gulf sin caused, would span,
and purchase salvation for man.
This is what Christmas is about,
and that is a good reason to shout.
Not just on Christmas Day each year,
But each day we see the sun appear.
”Christmas is for celebrating with those near and dear, the day that the world was kissed with God’s glorious gift.”
Quote - Poet’s own
It will be lonesome my darling
On this special day of the year
Yet feel the love I am sending
Whispered heart to heart sincere.
I hear joyful church bells chiming
With a message ringing out clear
All will be well from this day on
For sweet baby Jesus is here.
Tidings of elation sweetheart
Jubilance from heavenly love
You are in safe hands I promise
Medics skilled with gifts from above.
There placed beneath the Yuletide tree
Is a poem for you dear heart
With words written only for you
The inspiration of my art.
Home is wherever the heart is
There is nothing that could compare
Being with you by the fireside
Snuggled up in a cosy chair.
Santa Claus by special request
Direct my love back to the nest.
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