Like an addled cuckoo that garbles
the birdsong that he warbles,
I've experienced many strains.
I've got gremlins in my brains,
and I've lost my marbles.
We live and die completely
In the material world
It would be rather fiddly
To emulate a Phoenix bird
Our ashes can’t be bothered
Inside their marble urns
No point in fire hazard
Cause we’re already burned
It sounds flat simplistic
Therefore it’s dull, I know
I’d love to be a mystic
To make of life a show
I’d love to talk with God
About my perspective
In somewhat better world
That doesn’t look deceptive
But frankly, it’s about respect
This afterlife concern
Respect to memories we had
Before the final burn.
NO MAN IS COMPLETELY FIT
( Onyenekperechi )
No man is completely fit
Strong enough to exist without exit
Often we sit close to the deep pit
Falling low at the slightest hit
The healthy man does not push death away
Likewise the sick man does not make it stay
Death looks for all made of clay
Bringing them to lowliness with their decay
The young is old enough to die
To lie in state is a position anyone can vie
That I will die is a truth I can't turn to a lie
Death is a belt that I must tie
The next second is uncertain
Can turn gain into pain
Can deprive a ship of its captain
Can take away that which you cannot regain
Waste no time in doing the good
The standing tree will soon become wood
The handsome man is already termites' food
The living man running out of blood
I took a long walk to the park
While holding my book and pen in both hands
Upon arriving, I looked all around
And noticed a brown bench that looks extremely antique
I sat down quietly staring at a blank page
Just trying to form words together in my mind
So I could create a perfect first chapter
Ten minutes later
I still can't think of anything to write
Oh well!
Maybe I should give up completely
Or give it another try
Five minutes later, I'm fantasizing about
Being the best published author
Who sold a lot of books
Then it suddenly dawned on me
That I was not in reality
Now I'm back to square one
Staring at the same blank page
This time I'm getting different ideas
Therefore, I jot them down as they come to me
And I began to write constantly
Plus did not stop until my book was finished
How satisfied I felt that day
For I did not have to worry about anymore incomplete chapters.
Ode for a Fortunate Infant
Newborn:
Smacked and
Screaming —
Hardly more than a new fact,
A statistic
Already forgetting
The crush into Becoming.
This “tabula rasa,”
Kicking and flailing,
Not yet swaddled or cradled,
Held only by Fate
In the first minutes of Destiny
(unformed and waiting)
With a heart
Needing to be embracd
By more than just touch,
But blessed to completely feel
The warmth of Acceptance
That founds a first sense
Of Identity as being a Self
Here linked with Others…
For the first lessons of Love —
Swaddled in belonging
Wrapped with thanksgiving.
(c) s.y.eslnger 5/24/2024
Thanks be to God…
There is an ease when l am with you
The way it should be
Never an awkward silence
Just a realness and honesty
No judgements made
You accept me completely
I am me and you are you
Just as love should be ….
His grace is perfect
My faith perfected it so
Absorbed in Him I
I am His child completely
Completely I am his child
2/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
It all happened 2000 years ago
Jesus Christ son of God incarnate
lived on earth the perfect life
showed the way to heaven's gate
God's will was to bruise His son
using various means with evil men
a roman cross was the ultimate means
planned from eternity God knew when
There Jesus paid the perfect sacrifice
for the sins of those he chose to select
the full weight of it was on Him
salvation's price was His to collect
But at Calvary's cross, Jesus Christ spoke
His very last words before He did die
bowing His head having completed His task
sinner's salvation accomplished the last cry
Jesus did then give up His spirit
it is finished rings out to all
the world is now forever changed
Satan's plan eternally forever to fall
Jesus accomplished salvation completely
the son of God is the saviour of grace
sin is vanquished to death's fall
so heaven awaits its chosen race
("When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,” and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.' John 19: 30 (ESV)")
Humble
gentle heart
bearing one another
Love embracing each other
Modest
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
1/31/23
Not any longer a trace
On Clement’s Peace Maker’s face
Of a once-waiting warm Grace
That would up a cold heart brace
And it ready for embrace.
When Clement unrolls his pace
On the next man urges race
Of one facing a fierce chase
One must beat to win one’s case!
A picture completely strange,
No more familiar the change;
A Time Bomb of a Mind
Now a full hour behind!
Clement no more his paths finds,
Clement’s hands and feet he binds;
Now an awkward lizard’s nod
For opinions he’d judged odd
The Goddess of Death (completely made up! for contest)
in the new of days
when man was
but a first of
the new things
for the gods
to play with
a male child was
to be born
and many gods
look and gave
gifts to the unborn
children to be born
of man
were loved
as any new toy
is first loved
but this was the first
for Apollo
Apollo, the god of light,
gave the child
three gifts
one golden string
of light
to change his hair
to the color of shining gold
so that the top
of his head
could be always
seen by the heavens
two drops of
Heavens blue waters
dropped in each of his eyes
to calm even the
roughest of seas
three small whisper
placed on his hart
and his feet and last
in his ear
so that if he listens
he could hear
and win all that
he faced
as man grow
life was easy
until
his love grew old
he made a plan
and to set a trap
to keep
his love near
and trapped
the lovely dark goddess
with his very own whispers
and did just as they commanded
now that she was trapped
he could make a deal
it is said no
two love
may ever
walk hand
in hand to the gates of
heaven
again
for this very reason
Completely Competent Being Brilliant and Resilient
completely competent
while having brilliant
also resilient
Way a politician should be.
After big waves come small swells
I saw something popping out there
Is it fish balls?
The sea is the home of the fish balls
You may be skeptical
and thinks ... a twisted and playful imagination
Do you believe that there are pearls in the sea?
Ask the goddess of the sea -
she has jewelry with oyster pearls
Everything is possible ...
Fish balls in white sauce ~
A classic that tastes very good
with boiled carrots and potatoes
Throw out the line, with a smile on your face
24/07/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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I am so happy; my heart and soul is filled
with bliss.You love me completely as I am.
Accepting all of my flaws. I love to get lost
in your warm embrace. It's my safe haven
and my most special place. No outsiders can
influence what we share. Our love cocoon is
special and sacred. I love when you gaze at
me, I can feel it in my soul. When we are apart,
my heart bleeds; l love our nightly rendezvous.
I love to bask in your manly aroma. Your scent
is amazing; it puts me on cloud nine, my love.
I can't get enough of you. Kiss me, darling,
until it's time to get up in the morning.
Then I wake up alone in a bed of one.
06/18/2021
Contest: Suprise Me
Sponsor: Charles Messina
[According to Mr Google, what we Brits call a vest is
what Americans call an undershirt]
The completely cuckoo cuckoo
Had got too big for his nest
And so he made a hammock
From a tatty old string vest
But when he hung it up he slipped
His feet went through the mesh
He flapped until his skin rubbed raw
And he was featherless
So looking like a chicken
Or an oven ready duck
He shouted I need stuffing
Flapped his wings and went cluck, cluck
Pulled faces acting bonkers
Happy as a pig in muck
Then made a swimming motion
Going quack, quack like a duck
He thought he’d keep on clucking
Until all his feathers grew
And then just like a turkey
He went gobble gobble too
But when the farmer raised his gun
And said my lunch is you
The completely cuckoo cuckoo yelled
CUCKOO! CUCKOO! CUCKOO!
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