WRINKLES
in
vivid
transformation
& corroborated
shifts of tone
reminiscent
stimulus
plays of light
powerfully alive
in split
second feelings
interspersed
by
suggestions
in
entrenched
dynamic events
yet
unhurried style
with
lightness of
pushing
momentary
situations
encountered
Feel the Ephesus corroborated captivating arousals
Justice prevails
Take on the caramelizing prejudice captivating jeers
Justice prevails
All the rantings misgivings and evils conjuring shears
Have no fears
Justice is here
8/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
The search for truth is what you’ll see
To piece the facts together so easily
What they perceive will be individual
And what they’ll remember will be residual
Put it all together and some will be corroborated
Even though it might be overstated
So test their story front and back
Make sure it stands up in examination for fact
For in the end the suspect should be convicted
And the court will have your evidence accepted.
© Paul Warren Poetry
-His Wife and Mother I would Be-
I would love being a sheep like a mother
Whose thrust is for the betterment
Of her husband and her children
Than being an arrogant goat of a wife
Who’d keep scolding and nagging at her spouse
I would rather be that humble and patient lady
In my husband house where he yells out and murmurs
Than being a tough and thug wife and mother
Who’s in every neighbor’s black book and bombshell.
I would rather be a virgin holding up with my stands
But if not corroborated and acceptable at home
Would sacrifice it all
For the sake of my love and my brood.
For there is nothing worth having and giving out for
Than a devoted husband, a family and a good home
I’d love being one of those wives who trade no word
With their men and who take them as to their hearts.
Would pierce not, greed not and humble all through my life
And would await that heavenly reward in the eternal life.
A.O
19/02/2014
Water
i whispered
droplets pellucid
means so much
releasing fret
embracing soul
carib of earth
preserve humankind
without you
we all died dry
gurgling your song
drains body
corroborated intention
keep you
clear
clean
fresh
not silenced shall all tongues
want you to remain
dont keep silent
sing out loud
its beauty
water
hear my calls
my intimate
is all yours
~ ( c ) sukmawati komala ~
25 february 2013
There's been a murmur
of a murder in the scrub
the tree is bare
und der Baum ist kaal
the leaves, all the leaves,
everyone of them
has had their throat cut
revenge will come
smoking in the wind
there is no way out
from under the
corroborated tree.
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