We know not what each new day brings
So, we must bear life’s curves and swings.
Not knowing when the tide would turn
Is what creates uncertainty.
If only we could ever know
the way that everything would go,
Then we can know what to plan for
and live our lives with certainty.
Since we could never ever know,
the way that everything would go,
We plan our lives as best we could,
and trust things turn out for the good.
God, your maker, knows the future
And he desires what’s best for you
If you yield your whole soul to him
He’ll not leave you to fate’s whims.
In the future God is planning,
there will be no end to our lifespan.
Earthly troubles will then be ended,
and the living will be splendid.
Those whose trust in Christ is thorough
Do not mind the unknown morrow.
For the God who knows the future
Is the one who'll see them through.
The mailman is certainly sketchy
way to tall and sort of gangly,
his arms are long and his skin is pale.
He arrives at 10:04 without fail,
never sooner; never later,
and my old dog never barks
like he does at the park,
be it leaf or be it squirrel,
be it a little girl that twirls,
or be it nothing there at all!
The Earth is flat
and landing on the moon was fake,
I simply don’t believe in that,
but I think the mailman is an alien.
I’m convinced his vehicle is a UFO
that transforms and flies at night,
or did I see that on a TV show
long ago when I was eight?
The doctor says to take my meds,
the aliens are in my head!
Sure Doc, because bees don’t sting,
and a hollow moon doesn’t ring.*
*On November 20, 1969, NASA deliberately crashed the Apollo 12 lunar module into the Moon, causing it to vibrate or "ring like a bell" for nearly an hour. This phenomenon sparked theories that the Moon is hollow (like a bell).
The only place where there is no math of loss or gain,
The only thing which runs existence, which runs blood through veins.
While devoting to each other, you become nonexistent;
The only thing that's worth doing—that's for certain.
You stare at each other, you resonate with each other, you hold hands;
It's a mystery—you are mistaken if you think you understand.
What is keeping us together? What can encompass all of the above?
The thing is love; it should be love; it must be love; it's certainly love.
I was glad to escape the school run by demon spawn
thrilled to extricate myself from this hell-hole
disengage from a hateful situation
distangle myself from the mess they call normal
I am pretty sure the students feel the same way
Their “no hate” campaign is working.
Brain research shows that if you say “don’t climb that tree”
a person must picture themselves climbing the tree
before they can visualize not climbing the tree.”
No hate is certainly working.
I limped out of there in a listless spiritless way.
Unable to save anyone but myself.
Oh, my, he is certainly built! The women said of the knight.
He was hidden in armor that was truly marvelous and right.
If he had half the muscles his armor had, he was a catch.
He is my hero a lady-in-waiting said, I think he’ll be my match!
He must pump the iron, and he can call me any day.
Said another excited maid, who was staring at him all the way.
The knight had no idea he was being referred to as meat.
He kept his shield on and next to his mentor, took a seat.
He surely is not built like that! A couple of maids said with a titter.
If he had half those muscles, he would make the queen quiver.
I think he’s quite the hunk, the princess said to her maid.
It is up to you to take a peek at this rare young sweet blade.
The maid crept into his bed chamber and was shocked to see.
He was built nothing like his armor; he was straight as a tree.
There were no muscles, but the princess had been mean.
He is built exactly like his armor, she lied to princess and queen.
When the wisest man in the world said
"It would be a tragic shame if ever
The Great Forest were to be reduced
To a small clump of trees."
Everyone, without exception, answered
"It certainly would."
So when The Great Forest
Was eventually reduced
To a small clump of trees,
That is what they decided to call it ...
It Certainly Wood.
The browns from the winter
have all changed to green.
The harsh and sharp edges
are mossy and soft.
The breeze is more gentle:
no clouds in the sky.
The robins are nesting;
the hawk is aloft.
The creek beds have water,
no longer harsh ice,
clear pools in the shade,
inviting and nice.
With sun on your shoulders,
a breeze in your face,
a feast for the eyes
joy rings in this place.
It’s temperate, delightful;
if I had to say,
one of my favorite months
is certainly May.
When I translate:
ancient greek,
Aramaic,
Esperanto and
other languages
I'm just one
a rapacious curious ...
When I translate:
the crackling of the fire,
the whistle of the wind,
or the voice of silence,
I'm an apprentice
of poetry ...!
Prove the antagonisms,
dare to cede to impulses
be perplexed by chasms,
not living before pulses ...
Not having out of love,
warmth, shelter and rest
be slaughtered, with a glow
be simple but proud must
Taking hemlock for wine,
disdain profit and ruin
but delight that sans whine
Offer body, soul and fate
and wait in disillusionment,
this is love, without mistake ...!
everyone
said he
was always
punctual
said he
never missed
a day of work
said he
would be the
one to count
on but the
coroner
said she
didn't know
his time
of death
but she
hadn't taken
off his watch
if she
would have
would have
found
two
bites
marks
BOAT OF INTEREST
Something troubles us certainly
Something always drums trouble
To us
Some have children yet pockets of
Troubles outside childbearing lives
With them closely
Some can eat but no food while
Others have abundance but with
Much troubles dancing around them
Some have wealth without heir
Many have heirs without wealth
Yet many sticks of troubles live
Behind them like family garden
Some are beautifully rich but live
At the back of health
Some with too much pen without
Rewards but illiterate hands with
Laudable green prove
Certainly something troubles us
Something kills us and something
Makes us great stars to be starred at
Abundant
A certainly
Coming ever before me
Blessings
Based confessions
Exposing me
I come before you
Please, Lord show me
I am just a lamb and you’re my Sheppard
I’m just a lamb and I confess this
I just a lamb and I am also your child
11/28/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
I went out to trick or treat
wearing fake bloodstained hands and feet
Soon I began to get prickly heat
So I jettisoned them in the street
The finder went as white as a sheet
Then dropped dead with no heartbeat
Now I’m feeling like dead meat
How could I be so indiscreet!
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Epilogue
Z
He Certainly Ain't No Cat
I am a carnivorous feline, red in tooth and claw,
I climb in through the windows and I creep in through the door
And hide in secret places where I can sleep all day.
My owner ain't no secret, he's far too big for that,
He may be a cat lover but he certainly ain't no cat.
I know how to be patient and sneak up on my prey.
One day I snuck up on my owner and hid behind his back
And when he couldn't find me, he hadn't thought of that.
Now he says he wants a dog; well, we shall see about that,
He may be a doggy lover but he certainly ain't no cat
21/4/2016
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