I already accepted.
The gold metal, the grinding sounds.
Every type of glue that isn’t as good as a nail.
Unknowingly.
I already accepted.
The sweaty feeling.
Wings falling off.
Brand new socks that have tears.
I already accepted.
How everyone is congratulating me.
Smoky and no eyes.
An award like a gravestone.
I already accepted that lock of hair.
I already accepted an apple with a bite mark.
I already accepted the howling staircase.
I already accepted help from a werewolf who can’t remember anything.
I already signed that slip of paper.
That tells them I can stay in the hospital.
Got folded up.
And poof.
I already accepted.
And they say they have proof.
A message to all worthy competitors in the Marathon this year.
It should be about camaraderie and having fun. When the finish line is crossed, I hope you'll have found that your time spent in participating has been worthwhile, and no one will be congratulating a plagiarizer or a machine.
I'm not taking part, (with apologies and admiration, Mark). There are too many issues that have been causing havoc in the Soup and because of them I'm seldom here. CHEERS to poets who run a good race!
On a walk along the beach…after we’d been walking for a while
we came upon a flower growing in the sand…and immediately we smiled.
And this one flower got me thinking:
We are living in a world where increasingly we see
some people do not act without first asking themselves…What’s in it for me?
While at the same time…in the same world we see
other people, like this flower, making others smile
never thinking to ask…What’s in it for me?
Look around, despite the news, there is in humanity a definite trend
to help a stranger, help a neighbor, help an animal…help a friend.
You’ll see people encouraging someone they never met before…
complimenting, congratulating, lending a hand…holding a door.
Writing a note, giving a gift…letting another person know…
it’s them they’re thinking of.
helping someone in need…sewing seeds of love.
When we bring someone joy…we fee it in our core….
how we’ve helped to make the world a little more beautiful
than it was a moment before.
And we begin to think in beautiful…because we understand…
all it takes to make the world more beautiful…
is one flower in the sand.
There’s a rattle in my chest
And a battle beneath my breast
No longer do I desire to eat
My body is wretched failing weak
But the spiritual me is redeemed
Have you even been in so much pain
You couldn’t whisper swallow or sleep
Pain that drains your eyes from even a weep
Pain that kills will and darkens eyes
And chills all who see you
I hate that look so pitiful so useless
Taking more than giving sympathy
Knowing they mean well even in despair
At deaths door I imagine the other side
The hereafter a simply an absence of pain
And the most refreshing blueberry rain
A long row of ancestors on either side
Ushering you in with waves and sighs
Congratulating me for time and effort
Music flowing with no known genre
Beautiful and soothing yet full of energy
Light so bright at the furthest end
Alluring encouraging like a lake to jump in
Beyond deaths door a peach peace
Waiting to join my spirit set me free from
Memories bad and good for now
The journey begins
This years most prized
Hottest ticket above all
Red carpet
Socialite Charity Event
The Guest list comprised of the
Who's , who amongst the elite
Those who are actually in the know
And the conversation in between
3* Star Michelin dinning courses
Drifted into the aristocracy saying
Rather than let the poor and needy
Starving and going hungry
Eat cake instead
Of stale old mouldy bread
Whilst congratulating one another
Sipping and raising a toast
On Vintage Champagne
Costing over $2k a pop
Which cost no where near as much
As their designer bespoke suit
Hand crafted jewellery
Or Watch
And you don't even want to know
Just how much the actual price of the
Ticket cost
Because that will surely
Take the Cake
And prove exactly just how entirely
Fake this all in fact is
And who truly benefits
From Charity most above all
Hey, Daddy, I want to take a walk.
Daddy does not listen or look at me.
He is poking buttons on his light up toy.
Bing. Bee Bing Bee Bing Bee Bing Bee Bing.
Hey, Daddy, I am almost out of food.
How about a ham or bologna treat?
Daddy is congratulating himself on a win.
His thumbs are working harder now.
The light up toy is making happy sounds.
Bing. Bee. Bing. Bee. Bing Bee Bing Bee Bing.
Tonight, I will be locating and tearing up
This toy, I refer to as His Light Up Thing.
Midnight silent
And as the sun burning
My flesh is redden and blacken
Pangs and pains
Bruise skin
Like a kingdom full of sunlamps
Brightly
Eyes blinded by the lights
Skin torrid pains
When I thought of the sunlight
Deep into that darkness waiting
Blinded by mid days sun a brazen
Brightly
I crave the darkness, lonely luminescence
When I thought of the sunlight
That lights, light basking
and the photosphere never congratulating
eagerly I looked for the andromeda galaxy
eagerly I looked for the ionosphere
Brightly
I threw my heat upon the cool breeze
in there stepped an agog 'zodiacal light'
only this and a golden glow brightly
Suddenly, I heard the sunshine some glowing
Brightly
the dayside brought such sorrow
somewhat louder than the Ferrero
My mind always strays to quasars
Rev up motors lights
as It threw its ghost against the atoms
Deep into that darkness shining
Shining ever so, so
Brightly
7/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I can feel us slipping away
Down deep into the emotional abyss
Instincts that have outgrown our consciousness
I say this with much remiss
There was an intellectual explosion
An awareness that remains a slave to the drives
We have the ability to use logic and reason
Yet its emotions controlling our lives
We sublimate, congratulating ourselves profusely
We profess dominion over this land
Self righteous and arrogant
"This is all part of God's plan”
As tribalism runs wild
The herd projects an image of strength
Ironically, it's a manifestation of fear
That makes them pathetically weak
If you cant face what you're afraid of
You’ll never find what you need
Cause it's in the middle of order and chaos
That lies your destiny
So don't let life slip away
Wake up, evolve, and grow
We have a great opportunity
Think deep, now let the emotions go
Still a novice,
pushed into world of avarice.
Hearts gilded with greed,
beautifully masked faces, so sweet indeed!
Faces elated under twinkling night,
welcoming your journey,
in the corner, plotting,
cruel indeed!
Smiling lips, Scintillating eyes,
feeding on your sorrows to survive.
Still a tyro,
struggling to thrive.
Anima ingrained with misdeed,
charmingly masked malice, sugary indeed!
Faces basking under scorching sun,
congratulating on your success,
in the neck of the woods, conspiring,
callous indeed!
Dancing body, singing voice,
waiting for your sorrow to arrive!
sristi
a vagabond
Pigtail girl was so adamant and indignant
That I had to draw her more than once.
I believe I have drawn and painted six versions of her.
She has landed in canvases all over my home
in different colors, a variety of backgrounds.
I have loved each version of Pigtail Girl.
Congratulating her on her exuberance and fun.
Wo Deserves a POTD
Your own answer, shows your own ego.
The biggest hearted poets don't question!
They just plain congratulate.
The smallest hearts hold back on congratulating.
Especially, if that Poet is not part of the big school of fish.
Or, the poet may be fairly new.
Let's talk turkey.
We all want the big prize, the POTD.
We blame PS if the poem is not to our standards.
I heard it said, " It is not an honor!"
Life is just a game, friends.
Sometimes we win and yes, sometimes we lose.
To that poet, it is an honor.
Be willing, be big of sterling soul.
Your heart shows when you congratulate!
February 23, 2020
8pm PST
Oh God! Please forgive me.
I blamed you for my fate.
None knows.
I was so scared.
But then, nothing is unknown to you.
You know how many sleepless nights I spent.
Shedding tears throughout the night.
Dreaded disease has taken shelter in me.
I was afraid.
Beauty of a girl will become dreadful.
Doctor said it should be amputated.
I refused to meet him.
How I would face him?
With onslaught of the doctor’s scissor,
I would no longer be attractive.
I blamed you, to take away my pride as a woman.
I misjudged you.
This morning when he took my hand
and whispered love does not see the outer beauty.
I am accepted to him in whatever form I am.
And then the attending physician suddenly entered my cabin
congratulating me as the biopsy report indicated
that the growth is not malignant.
I would be released today.
I cried loudly to wash out my anxieties, my fear.
He held me in his arms, till I sobbed.
Oh God! Please forgive me for loss of faith in you for a while.
~x~x~
Communicating and Relating With
Had thought about it and were contemplating,
Ways we can be communicating and relating,
And to say,
Every day,
Should always try thanking and congratulating.
Jim Horn
I usually spend my summer vacation outside, all day long,
Enjoying the flowers, the bushes, the trees, and the birds that I have planted and or fed.
I should be congratulating myself for cleaning out the garage,
But I am too worn out from the humidity to move. All I want is air conditioning, and the TV.
My school system does not have a mandatory retirement age.
Good thing, as I intend to go out at age 92, feet first, in a body bag.
This summer vacation junk is killing me.
It simply is not the kind of fun I am used to.
Not good enough for the likes of me.
Not likeable at all after the first
Two weeks, which means
I have six weeks of ugh.
When I was younger, I laughed when
I heard about the eighty-nine year old
Kindergarten teacher who got mad
And quit when they re-assigned her
To sixth grade. They had been trying
To get her to retire for twenty years.
She had taught kindergarten for
Sixty-seven years.
Now I get it.
I should be jumping up and down in delight
Congratulating myself profusely for
Getting rid of four truckloads of stuff
I was not using and probably would have never used.
But instead I am thinking of how
Much more there is to do. Yes, there is a lot.
I have accumulated this junk over eleven years.
Should I really be kicking myself that I have not
Gone through all of it in a week?
I am trying to reason with a self that is choosing
To not be reasonable. I want it all gone right now!
My unreasonable self is screaming. It felt so good
To see the closet door again!
We begin our daily tussle.
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