We used eggroll wrappers
to make the best
taco beef
with fried cheese
and three cheese
cassorole
delisious
topped with crush doretos and shredded cheese.
tomato sauce dripping
teasing the hungriest persons imagineation
a dish for people
who like delious food!
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He lacked concern for
the people who wished to use the flute!
I sent my Giant Incain Monster
to deal with his foolishness
as he refused to wipe off
the mouthpiece!"
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written by: Professor Jerga de Feriantes
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2026.05.08
A year ago, in May 2025, I wrote:
"Recently, for the first time,
Some one approached me
Suggested to put my poems on Facebook,
Where there would be more viewers to read my poems.
He even promised to do all the work,
I just sit back and relax
Enjoy the rewards being a poet.
I thanked him but declining his offer.
He went further asking me to allow him,
To get all my poems to be printed in a book...."
Yes, he did indeed. Sometimes later on,
I also proudly wrote "I have everything,
And nothing was plenty enough for me"
Yes, JC. Do you still remember that?
What your kind and generous offer was?
Now, after nearly one year later,
Somehow, I have changed my mind and decided,
It was too good to be true,
But after serious thinking about it,
I have everything and willing to share them.
However, there is some terms and conditions.
A few variation and quite interesting request.
They will be yours if you like.
All of them and every piece of it.
Shall discuss the details when we meet.
That is if we meet. Will we?
You saw yourself fade
Stuck in the midst of it all
Yet you still continued
Got stabbed with a blade
Got played like a ball
On your knees you fell
You knew it was hell
Yet you still continued
You failed to say your weakest Goodbye
Because you were promised Dubai
Placed your bet on illusions
Instead of performing ablutions
And bidding farewell to all the pain, insults and being taken for granted
On 2025.04.04, in "Music and relationship".
I wrote
"The thing was, I supposed to find a song,
Not to be given from someone.
This was the first time,
It was strange and I wonder if it would happen again."
Well, it has not happened again,
And properly it would never be.
I had been playing Brahm lullaby
Ever since, but without singing it along,
And without JC heard the lyrics of the song.
Four months and four days later, 2025.08.08,
As requested, I was playing a song,
And as I played on, I felt the lyrics,
Suited for me to describe our relationship,
As I always do in the past to others,
I messaged JC about this,
Knowing him never received or read it.
"Hello, was it me you looking for?
I could see it in your eyes,
I could see it in your smiles.
You were all I ever wanted to help me,
To write my poems and sing my songs,
To travel around Victoria country towns,
Then Sydney icons' places,
And finally Australia and may be Overseas...
I know you never read this message.
Nevertheless, I write to confide
As I still remember you."
People die and reappear
The same year through rebirth
I have noticed very clear
The same people walk on earth
Face type, character and laughter
Are the same, suppose they dream
The same dreams, before and after
The same places they esteem
There’s one difference, however
They don’t know about revival
If they lived before or never
If it’s their first arrival
It's the mystery we hold
It’s encoded deep inside
Would be worth to crack that code
To unleash the other side
Sometimes very few are gifted
By the force of circumstance
Am I one of them, uplifted
Granted with another chance?
Will you recognize me, dear?
Shall we be the same again?
How about to reappear
Never knowing if we can?
.
As she raised her translucent, fairy’ish wing, allowing the moonbeams to pass through
the chiffon fluttered gleefully waving to the lightening bugs,
‘twas then the magic began;
To behold such elegance amidst the night
Caused me to ponder the fate of her, will you stay, dear sir?
Can a sight this luxurious continue to last I wondered while observing
the interchange ‘tween delicate nymph and luminous creatures,
there they played their silent game;
I cannot tell when they finally ended
Their most infectious conversation, but what elation!
[As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true ~Mystic Rose Rose]
Daylight fades over the glade, as the moon tenderly tucks in the sun,
replete with the fullness of fodder and the fatigue of a
day hard won
Our blue beauty finds a soft place for her weary soul and fragile wings to land,
she falls asleep to the melodies and music of the Moonlight Nature Band
Prancing in laughs the menagerie,
all the animals stop by a tree;
No longer in a cage
gone are masks full of rage;
They jump with balloons delightfully.
They say, it is love
It should be unconditional
In what way?
They say,it is honest
It should be the truth
In what?
Those are the questions that need to be asked,
It is the actions
That reveals the truth
Recomposing myself
It is the tongue
That says the words
Landing on it
Am I loved?,
They say ,it is loyal
It should be distinguished
In what way?
They say,it is the womb
It should be cultivated
Those are the answers to the questions
Chris,
Where have you been?
Why did you leave?
Did you find some?
You got anything?
You're flying and lying,
If you're lying you're flying huh?
You left your drivers license here,
Does that mean you're on a bike?
How much longer do you need to hit it?
I need some money.
I read these letters I've written,
One was to be continued,
I must have been dreaming,
It made no sense.
Dreaming.
No one has three dresses,
the couple are strangers.
I'll never find them anyway,
the list.
Dreaming no more.
You do,
I do.
Why didn't he say some words like we do?
All was there,
no dress,
no shiny shoes,
no list,
no dreaming.
All was good.
Me,
You,
This Preacher,
His witnesses.
Witness His counsel he said,
What counsel?
Dreaming.
I'm young again.
We're Counsel.
You,
Me,
A Preacher,
His Words.
His Counsel,
Our love on paper to witness.
Dreaming no more.
I'm dreaming no more.
"Hope is the thing with feathers—
That perches in my soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all— "
Prayer is the thing with crosses
That, stationed in the heart,
Brings the Gospel, in few words
A contemplative start
Even if we speak no more
My love for you I'll keep in store
On pause with much more room to grow
Invisible ink spells out, you know?
To look at me you wouldn't see
The love I hold inside of me
Expression that may take a while
I hide your kiss behind my smile
I choose to love you
I'll open myself up
Lay your hands against the saddle stitching of my spine
Find what's unwritten
Can you see me?
The words caught in between the lines
Moments of my life that lay wedged in the binding
my heart where its hiding
I want to feel your graceful fingers dance across my pages
To see your eyes delight as you take me in
Consume me
let me take you to places you've never been
And when it's time for you to rest lay me gently across your chest
Keep me close to your heart
I miss the night;
so waverly;
I am not promised,
breath lying here horizontally;
in my bed 3/4 there dead;
My consciousness is blurred;
my dream state a reality centered;
speak to me Father;
in my subconscious;
merrily in the blackness;
sometimes there's dreams and visions;
I am knighted the black and white scenes;
IN MINE DREAM SPEAK TO ME LORD GOD AS I DREAM
that are coming to me;
visions of God talking to me;
Communication and direction;
speaking unto me how;
So big am I how shall I be;
So warned yet is still;
I house His breath;
Dream on talk to me God;
Dream on give me vision;
MINE DREAM SPEAK TO ME LORD GOD AS I DREAM
Dream on give me songs;
How long shall I dream;
as you talk to me;
it's so seen that I just lie here;
dormant and in do revenant Dream On...
In me speak Lord Speak
11/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
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