In the heat of prior confrontations,
My tongue, well then, was typically tied.
Later, with all the right conjugations,
Well then, my tongue, so easily replied.
CURSES, I Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda said,
But, no one heard, as I softly mumbled.
Cuz, all the right words, dancing in my head,
Tripped out of my mouth, completely jumbled!
Life is convoluted
Coming across happiness and sorrow
Love and betrayal
Hunger and riches
Steering through the opposites
Consistency with the confrontations
Saps the solace
Tired and broken, no longer thoughtful
One counters the events
The wise ones see similarity in all
Allow the things to happen
Spontaneity breeds many paths
One continues to walk, brightness unfolds
Calm waters greet, spring returns
Past is past, oblivion overwhelms
Smiles, zest and thrill embrace
Bad is gone, good overtakes
Life is a game, reconciliation is the key
Death and heaven
are not good neighbors.
They live too close together,
there are disputes,
mostly territorial,
heated confrontations arise.
If they lived further apart,
if they had mediators
to intervene, restrain,
adjudicate...
alas both,
could be somewhat intractable.
As for the day-to-day affairs
of the earthbound
both death and heaven
had largely lost interest
leaving all administrative duties,
to the angels and demons
(who knowing each other well)
got along most amicably,
working closely together
for the good, the bad
and the just plain ornery.
It's not a matter of confrontations face to face.
Like most things, it's all about time and space.
Highways and roadways are designed for travelers.
The motorists may be workers or vacationers.
Lanes have their basic function and purpose,
And it's very vital that we learn to focus.
Your lane is mine; My lane is your lane.
Yielding is often the key to avoiding pain.
031624PS
Where is the secret of the rainbow?
At the edge of one's own life?
Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours?
Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion?
Some form of an ancient creative masterpiece?
Perhaps expressionism was reassessed?
The spiritual in natural art is oft-forgotten
in musty mists, where the soul engages
in confrontations with the deadly reaper.
The appalling midst of winter intensifies in the freeze,
and the psychology of death deepens,
for we are too much attached to worldly cares.
Characteristic emotions in cowardly conflicts.
One can say so very few words about
the astute business of a measured life,
like autumn's falling bronzed leaves,
its face value is not easily perceived;
for dead leaves turn into compost,
no peaceful transition true, but a must
that leads and helps life's renewal in spring.
Forget the troubled dream of dreary life,
let the seasons daub their watercolours bold and free,
the rainbow assigns a variety of mellow hues,
chooses always the brightest.
For the secret of the rainbow
a symbol of new hope lies in its Creator.
The Alcoholic
Parley poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Dirty dufflecoat wino
Zigzag up the street
Wobble wobble..
Topsy-turvey on the one side
And half past puzzled
His body form
Is out of order
His odour sour
Orphaned at eight
He explained
Never had a chance
Of a lifetime
I am just the formation
Of Adam's forlorn spawn
I the opposite of pleasant
Eat my dinner
On the floor
Without gravy
No one ever
Belled out a
A good word to me
Not even at home
Mine hands were
Cooked on the stove
I was called
The Bastard in the house
And it was painfull
Sensitively he said.
What do you have?
I only have lonely
Never ever heard
I love you
What do you want?
Just cheer from a
Dumb bartender
What do you fear?
The confrontations in
My nightmares
Pardon me..
I am bitter.
Never had a chance
To be a revelant guest
Just a parched alcoholic
Dry in overtime captivity.
I tang of dispair.
I have tiny gravity
But heavy
To hoist..
And a will
Which is lost
This is my lot
He told with
Blue eyes beaming
I am member
Of the human race
And then he laid
Amazing Grace
On my ears.
THREE CONFRONTATIONS
Make shift medium
Bounded indifferences
Empathy embraced stadium
Bloated voices
Constipated messages holistic
Nervous choices
Spitting ballistic, statistics
Diarrhea breathe of diverse shouts
Classes of meditations
Exhortation tangle bouts
Mental, physical, spiritual confrontations
12/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend.
Being cool as a cucumber is okay for cowards.
Pollens cannot always hide themselves within soft flowers.
Breaking from established norms is sometimes necessary.
Why should minds be wrapped by a pacification airy?
Compromises and negotiations do not last long.
How long shall we, like logs on river water, shift along?
Shouldn't we, first and foremost, to our very selves, belong?
Why should our voice always sound like a challenge-less birdsong?
Humility, though a virtue, demands questioning too.
Within smiles of appeasement, feelings of grudge must not brew.
I need not feel I am okay, but you are not okay.
I needn't, yet, forget that each one has his or her say...
I must adjust when needed; I need not be a doormat.
Why should tigers feel as though they're negotiable cats?
Confrontations and encounters enable us to bloom.
Mere mollification will finally bring one's self-doom...
Ferocious inimitably potent fighter,
The fictional tiger zestful might igniter;
Guard of the Antarctic primeval savage land,
Encircles by chasmal volcanoes, fire band...!
Nuwali, a bright tribe of dinosaurs era,
That changed millions of years of fauna and flora;
The big cat, comrade, and ally of the Ka-Zar,
Escapes wreck by Terminus, an alien star...!
Kiths and kins were killed by hunters of the jungle
Stives for existence and survived amid bungle;
Saves Kevin from foes and tended him as his son,
Secures him till adulthood; many wars he won...!
With his Pet Avengers, the dragons he tackles,
Each enemy before him, he calmly shackles;
Confronts El-Tigre, and Man-God; roots out monsters,
Blows out and keeps away all boasters and roasters...!
The power fight midst pet avengers and Zabu,
This leads them to horrible confrontations, new;
Suffers from infection by the zombie virus,
Archives his tasks, and becomes, for all, desirous...!!!
23 March 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Achcked At: How Many Syllables
Oh, my heart,
You and I have been through many stormy, as well as,
Many peaceful days during our trip through life.
Sometimes,
We have laughed and we have cried so loudly that we were heard far
Into the future,
But
We have learned that both sorrow and joy are interconnected and that
One feeling cannot exist without the presence of the other.
Moreover,
We realized that the intensity of the feelings produced in both cases,
Depends on the intensity of the feeling caused by its opposite:
The more we suffer, the more we are able to feel joy and the greater
The joy we feel, the greater the pain that would follow.
Now, after so many decades of confrontations on the path of existence,
You and I have become friends.
I do not try to control you anymore and you do not have many
Reasons to provoke me with your capricious demands,
Thus
It is wise that a truce we have, finally, declared. A truce, that can help
Both of us, my friend, cross in peace the threshold of eternity!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 October 2022
With the enemy commiserate,
a concoction of potent evening potential
about to be imbibed by surly girls,
and douchey guys, with too nice vibes
Aloof not complacent,
Wasted. But don't point it out.
Less you choose the way of petty
Jettisons into sloppy confrontations
Liquid courage consequences,
Fuel for your pained aggression.
Nights you don't remember,
So you never learned your lesson.
Drink with family friends or alone,
The sponsored beverage of broken homes.
We go all out to fight with the surroundings
But forget to fight with our inner selves
So complex
Embedded with secret emotions,beliefs and thoughts
It pays to or you pay for
When having conflict or compromise
We see only others' mistakes
But not our own
Only when in trouble
Do we see God and his love
Inside our hearts may reside a saint or devil
We're reluctant or shy to show
Our real feelings in public
But when retreat to a corner
We find ourselves lost,confused and puzzled
The world is full of Charms,challenges,confrontations,tricks and traps
Any bad undertakings carry out by you
Will cause regrets
But for you or your inner self
No matter who is the betrayal to God
Both will suffer in the end
Standing on the fantail of a warship on patrol,
Its wake stretching off to from where I’d come,
Transporting me back to my first day aboard,
Three long deployments ago.
I’d learned about things like a bucket of steam,
A sky hook, and a left-handed marlinspike.
When sent below to fetch a fireman’s punch,
I came back with both shoulders bruised.
Now, beneath this cold Comanche moon,
I find calm in the grace of self-reflection,
And remember certain bitter confrontations,
Where the only honest words were angry ones.
I sincerely regret all my barbarous cruelties,
But I make no apologies for being a survivor,
While taking the heat on the South China Sea,
Waiting for World War Whatever.
With a single click
Everything is at your finger tips
Good enough for the oldies
Who stagger and stumble
But not for the crawlers and toddlers
A wrong click will end their world
But not for the youngsters
Depleting them chances of learning and valueing
The processes of yielding
And everyone is scared of
The single click of nuclear wars
That may end the earth and the universe
And this may be a limit to
The greatest vandalism of mankind
The greatest greed of mankind
The greatest hegemony of mankind
As man can never live alone
Maybe without competitions and confrontations
The physical aggression found in the male
is the verbal expression of the female,
they talk they gossip they attack reputations,
men war go to battle and resolve confrontations,
the results always favour the dominant force,
and that be the bully who will reap the rewards,
the species attacks because it adapts,
the victims are helpless and that is a fact
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