How can you fathom
A lizard a dragon
Thirty feet tall
Fire breathing balls...
Torch affle, a blazing. Shooting out
Liking rain
Alas a breathless serpent
Whispers in the waters drowning
Dolphinate shark piranha
Destin host of savannah
Fish sticks played on tandem
Plasma sands of coral reefs
Liken the rain in winter space
Frozen ice
7/30/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
OMNISCIENT OMISSION
My poem forcibly removed from the
text book by a higher authority.
Like a deleted scene cut from of a
film reel of an old movie.
To be lost and never found again.
The themes of the anthology no
longer being fully explored or
understood.
How history can repeat itself.
Comparable to the Nazis.
All copies must be destroyed.
The words I spoke
and the words I wrote.
Torn from the pages.
Torn from my hand.
Torn from the student’s minds.
Ironic how English teachers do not
understand the English of my work,
yet they teach the violent tragedies of Shakespeare…
“How shall I murder him, Iago?”
“Romeo must not live.”
“Macbeth does murder sleep."
Now, all that Remains is a page as
blank as closed minds…
“This page is left intentionally blank.”
many blue jays call the trees
around my neighborhood home
yes, they can be found in forests
but, nowadays in residential areas they reside
I love their blue colors
both male and female are almost the same
I cram my bird feeder with seeds, peanuts, and berries
did you realize that though delightful they can be aggressive
noisy gregarious curious bold
they are intelligent and can mimic other bird calls
when threatened they scream comparable to a crow
and they talk to each other with sweet tweets
their nests are cup-shaped and made of
twigs roots bark moss plants feathers mud
safe high up in trees they lay eggs
and the babies stay with the parents
for one to two months
then, leave one by one . . .
“The srutis declare in various ways that all this, the ether and its like, and we ourselves, are like a mirage. If there is only one indivisible, all-comprehensive Absolute, how can there be the comparable and the comparison?”
Consciousness is by God’s will polarised,
in Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg,
in the matrix of space-time localised,
where aspects of Itself for freedom beg.
When we are enraptured by love’s bliss fizz,
ego exhumed, poised at a stillness point,
we then realise that God alone is,
then our Self in heart, we ourself anoint.
When life we endure and make our heart pure,
that which became two becomes one again,
birthing a bliss surge, making us demure,
freeing consciousness from ego’s thought chain.
God’s boundless grace in-pours through pores of space ~
Breath by breath we may feel His warm embrace
Comparable to this eve's
Autumnal dismay
To concede, and misty-eyed
As late, which life's hour
In blooms' last memory-slipped
Frail-fair vestiges
What fades of each warm received
Schoolgirl demeanour.
What would be your reaction if an unfamiliar individual approached you and stated, "I love you"? Your initial response may lead you to perceive this individual as irrational. This phenomenon is comparable to interactions with strangers in online environments:
It is happening more each day online, and on social media platforms
How you respond to them can save you thousands of dollars by choosing not to respond.
Flattering words or deceitful phrases often swindle many elderly people out of their life savings.
Don't get me wrong; there are times when you can help a stranger who desperately needs it.
The adage reminds us that when you nurture them, they will always come back.
This contemporary take on love just doesn't resonate with me.
I have finished feeding these online pigeons.
The thuggery & skulduggery we must disable
The fable that we are all from another stable
Reliant on corporate giant bland brand label
We should be able to sit at the same table
Could grow our food in our neighbourhood
No creeds just deeds sow seeds that feeds
Heeds our needs not greeds edible weeds
Chairs of reeds in a row stood around wood
Two hands & one mouth the triangle of life
Spans across lands fans of no fork or knife
North to south eat together beat the strife
Allayed & swayed by Proustian rushes rife
Severe all ties with pain lies of Cain and Abel
Come together guys round table whenever
Wherever forever there is nowt comparable
Parable of arable reigns never been a fable
Where to go to wrest life’s conflicts,
that somewhere, someplace to recuse?
When one feels that within’s without
and ere conclusion, now confused.
My parents taught me, “Find the Wild,”
and use it as mine own compass.
Oft I’ve journeyed back within
and found a troubl’d soul’s solace.
But for our own, we’ve not bequeathed
a comparable cultural meme.
Where shall our kids find themselves?
Where shall they go to self-redeem?
For our largess is numbing tech,
mere distractions of compute.
Will our children find the switch
to effect their own soul’s reboot?
What ever you imagine a spare to be
Their only purpose is a guarantee
Manipulated from day one
Not wanted but the back up son
Just being born to facilitate
No argument no debate
Just being made into a reprobate
No curses no swearing
No talking no fighting
No elbows on the table
Just a passion to disable
No choices no freedom
Just silence until they are done
I wait I pray
Hoping I put on the correct display
No laughter no movement
Only never ending judgement
No way to express my contempt inside
Another reason to run and hide
What ever the demand
You must understand
It is not you it’s the life they made
A choice they choice to degrade
They make up lies
For everyone that applies
To make you look terrible
Then make you comparable
The outside never sees
The cruelty with ease
A trapped terrified boy
Who has little joy
The expectation to be grateful
And feel shameful
Trapped and isolated
Behind closed doors violated
No one sees no one cares
Just property of theirs
Violently attacked to keep me in line
Forcing me to resign
To being the spare
You might have had the intelligence
and the motive for money I never needed
to appear as though you succeeded
to buy a wardrobe you posed in
comparable progress
where you would focus on yourself
as if you outdid everyone else
an ever searching quest for wealth
for a value no one felt
and that’s where you would count your blessings
but I must confess no messing
I was never on that mission
mine was happiness your missing
able to connect to beings
without judgement for the memories
making friends not enemies or pretends
chase your purchase I’m at events
I was always more content
while you focused on content
and you compared yourself to me
but that was not what I would need
you have your views but I’m happy
your possessions were important
I could bond when you were awkward
You had money but I had fortune
Bloodlines
Family lineages relatives we call Elders, Uncles, Aunts,
Cousins, Brothers, Sisters. Bloodlines
Inherited unspoken patterns of generational dysfunction.
Did you Inherited any anxieties, gossiping, vexation?
Judgements creating cycles that's hard to escape from.
Transcends from kin to kin, a proportion of ancestors
that are undisclosed prior to the present time.
Moreover the bloodlines inheritance lives within me.
I am the First born combined of two different family members.
Comparable to roots of the branches from a tree when
I fall, I'm never down for long.
I originated from strong men and women from eras of
bloodlines cycles.
' Too Much is Enough !'
Statement makes me laugh.
'Too Much' means ' more than ' Enough' as proverb.
'. Your ' Too Much ' may not tally with that of mine.
My ' Enough' may be your 'Too Much', as you observe.
' Too Much ' and 'Enough' are not to entwine.
Expressions are totally relative,
' Something ' assures 'Enough' to a being.
Same may turn 'Too Much' for other to give.
Impacts are sure to differ on same thing.
'Too Much' and 'Enough' aren't comparable -
To bring same effect, same stuff isn't able.
Twist on Grimms’ Fairy Tale ‘Cat and Mouse in Partenership’
Clever cat in guise of a friend
seduced a timid mouse ,
inviting her to live in his house
pretending to be her spouse
with aim to kill her at end.
Cat gave her assurance
‘ Good food I have managed
It is my skill and challenge.
Have dinner as I have arranged.
Mouse smelt no bad essence.
At nook of church in outskirt
mouse came to stay with cat.
From church cat stole a pot of fat.
Fat was full of energy : instant.
Cat offered mouse to eat first.
Mouse started to take fat in joy
Cat was getting ready to attack
He was lifting paw from back.
By mistake he hit the pot to crack.
Mouse finished full fat to enjoy.
What a wonder ! Magic to play.
Mini mouse growing big and bigger
turning to Macro mouse with vigour.
casting cruel scary glances in rigour.
Cat comparable as Mini, fled away.
Continents collide against one another
The tatonic plates are now emerged
Pesisides manipulate earth
but still we breath the air
vlcanoes erupt and sobdue us
the langlaeers are the Mcabees only fear
Genocide is a brainless way to indulge in a fight
so i end racism like all my friends
Lakes are made by men
so what can we not do
the energy of the sun is that comparable to the tides and waves
so current so vast and still they pinpoint the lighting strikes
as drones fly through the universe
stars shine untill the last dying light
xrays candle blue vVanderbuilt a song for the flute
liverpool is a life at stake
then send a troop
She cried out for attention—was it really a game?
Or was it the only way they’d remember her name?
Her voice, an echo, lost in the night,
Drowned by indifference, swallowed by spite.
Her grandfather’s eyes, heavy with shame,
Saw only a liar—never the pain.
She was a burden, a whispered regret,
A shadow of sorrow he’d rather forget.
Lonely, broken, battered, and bruised,
A soul left to wither—discarded, misused.
Comparable to fruit left to decay,
Softened by wounds, wasting away.
But if they’d listened—if they had seen,
Would she still be trapped in a silent scream?
Or was she always meant to fade,
A ghost in the home where she was made?
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