For the fortunate
Life begins with love and pain
And so it continues
For those who walk a worthy path
Love and pain
Love and pain
Love and pain
Each ever increasing,
Building,
Combining
Through powerful struggle
To form precious art
Like that made from stained glass and fire
We can only hope
That our love
Can burn
So strong and so bright
That something beautiful remains
When we’re gone
IT’S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT-
seven is a the number
certified encasing engaging
combining channeling
night is a after the dusk;
and it's dusk before the dawn;
right is a right, and wrong is a wrong
soul is a feelings, thoughts reeling;
in spite in the turmoil, it's gonna to be ok
and in everything, everything
it's gonna to be related to
it's gonna to be, it's gonna to be, gonna to be;
it's gonna to be alright
and the beginning and the end are the same;
it's gonna to be ok
Pidgin(Nigeria)?
seven na di number
certified encasing engaging
combining channeling
night na afta di dusk;
and it's dusk before di dawn;
right na right, and wrong na wrong
soul na feelings, thoughts reeling;
inspite for di turmoil, it's gonna be ok
and for evritin, evritin
it's gonna be
it's gonna be, it's gonna be, gonna be;
it's gonna be oyaa
and di beginning and di end are di same;
it's gonna be ok
6/16/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2025
What do you look for in a man?
I usually say wisdom.
An owl that is respectful,
Thinks with his head,
But still acknowledges the heart.
As much as i pretend to love those birds,
Who flock to your side once smitten—
I tend to fall,
For those sly serpents,
Who could care less if I’m eaten.
I know they tell lies,
But their sickly sweet words,
Dripping like honey,
Trick my senses,
Into thinking they’re sweeter than they are cruel.
Hiding behind that vexing charm,
Serpents weaken their prey.
Combining appetite with desire,
They confuse my instincts.
My scorpion tail hesitates,
Not knowing whether their smile is false or not,
I shouldn’t sting if I’m unsure.
His smirk hides his fangs,
He knows what he does to me.
I let his venom spread through my veins—
I wish I didn’t fall for serpents.
~Quince shaped houses landscape Julienned Street
where citric groans once molded a blue cheese night ~
In one home lives reclusive Graham and his wife, Coco,
two dilled, old pickles nervously living on the lamb.
Busted selling urine for addiction pee tests,
they agreed to flee from a legal barbeque.
Combining their bran, they landed on Julienned.
They peppered with fright when a repair man
fell down, done, dead and fried on their hall floor.
Even freaked, they managed to fully bake a plan.
They dragged his body with mixed moans and groans
to the cellar, filleted him and then designated
him the residents permanent cellar staple.
The poet is a painter who spreads his soul on the vast canvas of time,
with emotions flowing like a river of colors through the valleys of unspoken thoughts,
touching with his invisible brush the shadows and light in fragments of eternity,
combining sadness and joy in subtle blends of misunderstood hues,
creating a living painting from whispers and silences, from laughter and shed tears.
With each verse, he weaves threads of desires and regrets,
drawing lines of melancholy on the smooth surface of the heart,
while his metaphors transform into fragile butterfly wings,
flying through the garden of dreams, carrying the essence of ephemeral moments,
in a symphony of colors and emotions that dance to the eternal rhythm of time.
The poet, a magician of words, creates worlds from desires and shadows,
painting with feelings that stretch like a horizon of hope and love,
while his soul becomes a rainbow of thoughts and emotions,
spanning the canvas of infinity, where each hue is a story,
and each story is a dream painted with a heart open to the universe.
Fridge Magnets
I love my
fridge magnets. They’re much quicker than me at
combining numbers so I
pay them to do all
large number or
quantity questions in
my math tests and
homework assignments. We have a
special way of
communicating.
Should I write a poem about Halloween,
full of psychological horrors and gruesome things?
Like deep romantic wounds getting infected,
herpe kisses or Donald Trump getting elected?
I could lean on shuddery tropes, like haunted houses
or more real world threats, like cutthroat spouses.
I could make you look up scary looking words, like Syncretism.
gasp What caused that creek in the floor?!
Who’s that banging on the door?
Is that blood on that rag?
Is there a body in that bag?
Is that your husband in drag!?
Relax, have fun, chill-out,
Oh, better get a bowl of candy out.
Happy Halloween!
.
.
Songs for this:
Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
I Killed You by Tyler, The Creator
.
.
*Merriam Webster: Syncretism: combining different forms of belief
Emblem-The Church Wall
Look there,do you see the wall of red brick
each upon the other:
leans with great care.
One joined evenly next to the other
bonded together in
equality:
Participating in their purposes
combining ,each their strengths
the load to share:
Weathered with the storms of life on its face
enduring through
eternity:
In the land of Damascus, in 1889,
A photo taken, of a friendship so fine.
The subject of which, were two remarkable men,
There's a lot we could learn, from listening to them.
Very different fellows, Muhammad and Samir,
Both from different faiths, let's make that clear.
Muhammad was Muslim, religious devout,
But his friend, Samir, he could not do without.
Samir was Christian but needed Muhammad as much.
Because he was blind, feeling only by touch.
Muhammad was disabled, unable to walk,
But could direct Samir, when they needed to walk.
And so they became, the best of lifelong friends,
Combining their strengths, as means to ends.
Carried on Samir's back, Muhammad was his guide,
On one another, they each relied.
They lived in the same house, until Samir passed away,
Leaving Muhammad to grieve, for many a day.
Crying at the loss, of his "eyes" and his friend,
The unbearable pain of which, brings his own life to end.
Dying of grief, seems a sad end to this tale,
But their inspiration, is in what we should regale,
Two opposing faiths showed there is always hope.
Helping each other, in learning to cope.
Never saw them sold where I live
get em from Amazon, probably overpay
but they are the taste of joy
grab a handful and shove those little jelly beans in my mouth
munch on all the colors combining into a burst of fruit flavor
they are soft and chewy as if they just were made that day
goodness and delightful, shouldn't eat them but got to live
it's okay once in a while. A1c is 7 now, need it in the 6 range
God Bless these people who make wonderful things for
the world to enjoy, something so simple and sugary
yet happiness with every chew
Just Born jelly beans when you shouldn't treat yourself
but the smile on your face glad you did.
I bet there are no calories in heaven.
JONQUIL
You may know me as Jonquil
My cousins are daffodil and narcissus
A fringed cup surrounded by petals
Each combining white with yellow
The latter, a hue with my own name
And I’m perfumed, but they are not
Distinctive yet I shouldn’t be proud
As amaryllis, we are all still family
Emblem-The Church Wall
Look there,do you see the wall of red brick
each upon the other:
leans with great care.
One joined evenly next to the other
bonded together in
equality:
Participating in their purposes
combining ,each their strengths
the load to share:
Weathered with the storms of life on its face
enduring through
eternity:
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
"Turning circles around your heart"~
Dance off-feet and head pulled by tides,
Far still my rippling face's sight—
And overwhelming motions spread
I yearn to crash on your bosom—
"Turning circles around your heart"~
So each time close is the time right—
"It's closer than my hands have been"~
Now "do we break another rule"~
With fog combining our two stones.
"It's closer than my hands have been"~
My unfeigned angst digs in me sharp
So "hello, darkness, my old friend"~
Switch the light for me at dusk, while
In my looking glass, a way of
"Turning circles around your heart"~
Songs:
"Turning circles around your heart" Turning Circles, Sally Dworsky
"It's closer than my hands have been" Jealous, Labrinth
"Do we break another rule" Hold On To The Nights, Richard Marx
"Hello, darkness, my old friend" The Sound Of Silence, Disturbed
Emblem-The Church Wall
Look there,do you see the wall of red brick
each upon the other:
leans with great care.
One joined evenly next to the other
bonded together in
equality:
Participating in their purposes
combining ,each their strengths
the load to share:
Weathered with the storms of life on its face
enduring through
eternity:
We, children love to build lego blocks
Our knacks never run out of stocks;
We can make miniature city,
People, animals, houses, flowers
And a lot more! So colorful and pretty!
Legos are our favorite toys,
Bringing us laughter, smiles and joys;
Girls make dolls and kitchen wares,
Boys make cars, robots, towers
And while playing, we all love to share!
Legos help us think collaboratively and logically,
Combining shapes and colors beautifully;
We make many 2-D and 3-D shapes,
We're symmetric and asymmetric figure builders
Our great creativity leaves you in awe, mouth in gapes!
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