The Master is resource
Not me
I do my service for a fee
I am neither client
Nor workforce
I ain't the source
I am the Force
I'm Source
This faulty government of yours
Attempts my Navy to coerce
I'll use the force
I swear
I will use the Force
And I won't have any remorse
For this
As such the function is Defense
We bear not fall to offense
Contingent plan ruins prediction
I rather do prefer the fission
I want to change subject of the indiction
I wanna drop specific firms the box
Says Ox
Addressing the vocabulary
Of the Journalism
So what's your algorithm
VS complexity of Army
Your cyber isn't really way
To farming
I believe
Shall you be giving all to them
And feel yourself as modest servant
If church implant within your SERVICE
Determined as the diversant
contingent plans for evolving
without withdrawal . Steadfast
characters in play on all fronts
present and accommodated
by the resistance. Otherwise
thoughts lean through
one another's meaning.
Leading is heard of
Naught sheperded
Fistful butterflies sway along with the wind.
Ever frolicking through the vibrant desires.
Fistful sand slipping down in haste.
Unbothered about the delays and tussles around.
Fistful days flipping over.
Highlighting every single day.
Fistful memories binding themselves together.
Creating a most treasured treatise.
Fistful wishes probable, contingent or disguise.
Forever igniting the coal inside.
Fistful choices through the passable maze.
Attempt to escape but no respite.
Fistful thoughts sparkling out of palpitating chords.
Capable of entangling entire life.
Fistful learning running through the veins.
Enabling sturdy stature to prevent the derail.
Fistful steps towards the embarkation.
Creating a journey that travels through the stars.
Fistful smiles fluttering around in joy.
Contagiously sorting out the difficulties and sorrow.
Fistful opportunities that emanate from hard work.
Enough to be the cynosure through the rise.
Fistful always lets the phoenix rise.
Every creation is a conscious choice.
Fistful time .....may what....may I write!
3min Write' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Dated: 16.09.2024
Ebony darkness contingent sloth
I walk before the landscape I cross
I am beginning dawn flight
I stand erect tall under heaven sight
Horizontally I lie, asleep yet I shine
fully sleep dim not my light
Daylight risen brings more light
I shine wherever awake or sleep
My Father's light I always keep
I am Light
5/12/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Used to think that happiness
Was contingent upon striving
If only we can obtain ______
Then we’ll really start thriving
Leads us to chasing our tail
Continually stuck in high gear
Yet there's a path to clear the air
To make the grasping disappear
Take stock of what we have now
Notice the pieces are already in place
To invite happiness to our doorstep
If we embrace today and end the chase
Life happens
If your alive, this is an obvious truth
You will have successes and losses
Tramas, and sometimes dreams come true
People will let you down
Some will surpass your needs
Ultimately, we will all be defined by our actions
Because what we do, is what we truly believe
Life just is
Our perspective is contingent on what we choose to see
When we clarify our perspective
You see that what we find, is most often what we bring
Life is an opportunity
Filled with doubt, or striving for your dreams
Reach as high as the highest mountain top
Strive to fulfill your destiny
Our life is as evanescent as the
trumpet flower of the morning glory.
The merest chapter in the history
of mankind’s ever compelling story.
Various serendipitous ramblings
ultimately contingent ‘on quarry;
retold to captive audience in tones
melodious as silver-tongued lory.
Redolent of an evening-scented stock,
with a crown of wispy hair as hoary,
we insist to recount all endeavours
in its minute shocking details: gory.
An experience that's unsavoury –
remnants that cross river Styx in dory.
Poetic form: XAXA Sonnet. See my article, Introducing Three New Sonnet Forms, here on PS for more details. Also, a 'Summary of Metres' is depicted.
All for your heart
if I could ask the Father
For just one thing
It would be those desires
Only you and Him know
Contingent, conjoined Holy Enjoyed
All for your heart
If I could ask our Father
For just one thing righteously, thought
For you I'd ask Our Father for...
Joy, Longevity of Life on this side of the Earth
Love Peace Sweet release a covering from the Father
Until you His daughter be blessed beyond all measure
ALL for your heart
To be ushered in part
That your soul would rest upon His embrace
That our Father will grant your every wish
Your hearts wants your heart's desires
All that you need shall be fulfilled within Him
As you rest in Him, Hallelujah
Peace be still in His will
All for your heart
12/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Life is full of ambiguities
Nothing under the sun is for certain in this life
In this world, humanity struggles
We’re all searching for meaning, certitudes, and what it means to do right
It's traumatic to ponder our impermanence
Some say our days are written in stone
They tell us there's only one thing to do
Get things right, and to pray for our decrepit soul
For our species, ambiguities need closure
Fantastic stories begin to unfold
We’re promised a savior is coming
Therefore no fear in growing old
The ambiguities in life are crippling
Certitudes we so desperately need
The quality of our life will be contingent
On managing the uncertainty, not creating our own reality
one calm, reposeful day, the wind chimes
played a rhapsody of serenity and peace.
each zephyr girdled by the ocean's air
layered the saltiness onto your skin.
a stroll on the esplanade rejuvenated
your dehydrated body and soul.
like a harbor for reflection, your mind
wandered about the limitless horizon,
swayed with the coconut trees'
branches and reached for the sun
against the silky, baby blue backdrop.
it was a perfect day to marvel at the world.
but, was the world enjoying it's view too?
in a contingent episode, nature showed
it's demeanor; it's fury ignited by infamy.
the unrestrained waters were beckoning,
tides were rising and waves caused
a raucous that solicited danger.
the quiet ambience was redacted,
chaos and madness in close vantage.
like that, life becomes at risk of desolation,
the untainted, crystalline sea waters that
created an idyll of a scene shifted to
a frame of terror and disturbance.
how absurd of nature to decoy a monster
from a then- tamed body of water.
a phenomenon of a tsunami
that can threatened the mere
spans of your homeland; an island,
a minute dot holding your little world.
you prayed that this day never comes.
those who deny that some being is contingent
should be exposed to torments until they concede
that it is possible for them not to be tormented
"John Duns Scotus"
In reading about this man, I found an intellectual spirit
whereas it is far better to know, than not know
to be subject to change, then not be subject to change
that reason be first when seeking that wisdom is there to find
and not to create
for what is, has already been
whether it's found or not, whether it's understood or not
if you know then you have found reason to know
if you don't know then you have found reason to not know
whether you know it or not doesn't mean it doesn't exist
it means it may be out of reach, yet still exists
"Frederic"
3/27/22
contest John Duns Scotus
(To suppose that something is true without having evidence to confirm it)
She fought courageously
Her battle was arduous; potentially leading to her demise
The only impediment to her success
Was flawed thoughts, she surmised
She obsessively tried to predict the future
She desperately tried to avoid all of life's pain
The inability to quiet her mind
Left her filled with doubt and self shame
They say that all of our experiences
Are contingent on the world we choose to view
If we don't have the experience - the perspective
All of our problems accrue
You see the strength of our battle
Is determined by the strength of one's mind
When we clarify and evaluate
It's like changing water into wine
So, let’s fight the battle courageously
Discern the emotions inside
The only impediment to our success
Is flawed thoughts, don't surmise
Mystical ghost of night
Of pale death’s milky glow
On sun’s life, contingent
Neon-gray you sketch black
Soothe the belligerent
Mystical ghost of night
How you shine subterfuge!
As the captious eye sees,
dead dreams behoove none
Opal wanes on jet seas...
Mystical ghost of night
Wax with light-avarice!
Mock shadowed reflections,
oft morphing as your form,
on nightshade convictions...
Mystical ghost of night
New moon’s temerity
Sacrosanct nothingness
How you foreshadow Earth
as fried out emptiness
(9/17/2021: '85 Bluewater 51 Willow Berm. Was titled Mystical for M contest by Constance la France)
The path may be rocky
The mountains may be high
But what stands in our way
Is strength of our I
The I is our image
The I is our esteem
The I is contingent
On the thoughts that make me
If my thoughts are inline
With the words I say
Peace can occur
The I works that way
If my thoughts and my words
Conflict in my mind
The strength of the I
Makes me weaker over time
The best way to live
Is to be what you say
To do what you love
And to help others along the way
The path will be rocky
The mountains will be high
The only thing standing in our way
Is the strength of the I
DILAPIDATED GLOBE
A weary pneuma bleeds
Tears of the miserable
The poverty-stricken tumbledown
The opulence shows gusto.
At the sight of the indigent
But very penurious in helping...
They live in safety isle
But parade in the dilapidated globe.
Masses weep
Agony of the wretched man
Mercy he pleads
To mother earth and nature.
Under a thatched leaking roof
Muds fall at bewitching hours
Petite ice drops like contingent snow
If wishes were horses...
If the night could give way to day...
Friendly enemies of the night parading
What a tragic horror for the cynical
In a dilapidated globe.
An Ijeoma Ikonne's poem © 2021
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