The social committee came to me in the form of Mrs. Breast Pump.
Mrs. BP has been taking advantage of many of us for months now.
She is supposed to have two twenty-to-thirty minute pumping breaks.
It is the law.
But she is gone an hour to an hour and a half twice a day.
I do not blame her. Her class is out-of-control, off the chain, and mean.
A minute seems like forty. I watch her stop and talk to six people when she is supposed to return.
I want to yell “get in here Missy!”
Anyway, Mrs. BP came toward me one day and said this
“We are having a retirement party for Mitzy. We don’t know what to do with you.”
Mitzy and I are retiring the same day – June 1st.
I know why she said this. Mrs. A, her mean girl friend and I got into it a week ago.
Mrs. A. yelled at me in such a way, I was afraid she was going to hit me.
I said “Pretend that I am dead. You would not have a party for a dead person right?”
This is how fond I am of this school staff.
“Really?” she asked, in an up-lilting way.
Like she was delighted.
Believe it or not, this is exactly what they did.
Eternal friendship
(A walk in a cemetery)
Realm of the dead, cemetery, everyone here is the same, one.
I look at the dates, years, and names on the tablets of stones
This is the place where centuries meet, friends are here, and lost souls are.
Realm of the Living When I walk through the cemetery, I feel
I feel I feel the souls, the hearts beating underground.
I feel the buried lives, all of them, together and with me, although
This place is the Walking Dead. I'm dead too. I will not give up, never soon
That's why I won't give up. After all, who and what can be done against a dead person?
... unapprehen...
Although some people kick the corpses, they squirm with joy,
... the furnace is death to them also
I walk in the realm of the dead and their common life, it's already my world.
My world, that's why I have no death after death, already has arrived in my new world.
This is eternal friendship here, the dance of the dead surrounds me, and frozen hands hug me...
... I'm alive again...
... on the new old world
Don’t death threat me,
I’m already a gonner,
I am passed myself,
I left years ago,
I got no drama now.
Death has wormed itself
into your words.
Tell me,
just who is alive
in that brain of yours?
Does your heart dance
or are you still loitering
in that coffin you built
for other’s?
I’m the person that came out
of a dead person
death is daily,
it’s moment to moment.
Don’t dare death -
come out of it.
Move to your own
place;
I no longer rent mine,
I own it.
I opened my own door
why do you keep banging on yours?
~There ain't no dead person here, be quiet, look up, be still. Look yonder there they are with God~
2/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I dreamt I walked this earth
Walked this earth as a ghost
Not as a dead person
But as a ghost
Just observing
I dreamt I walked this earth
Not able to right wrongs
Not able to change
Change anything
Just observing
I dreamt I walked this earth
Observing history happening
Observing history being written
Not being able to change it
Just observing
I dreamt a dream I knew
I walked up four steps made of stone
I opened two doors, walked inside
I sat down in the corner of the pub
Just observing
I dreamt I saw two persons
Two persons sitting in front of me
One of them were me; a young me
I knew what was in the small box on the table
I knew what the answer would be
I dreamt I walked this earth
Walked this earth as a ghost
I am glad I asked
Even though I now know
Know how the history ends
Aphorisms or EPIGRAMS on God and Human FREEDOM (?)
1. God is hiding in plain sight: God is the background, the very canvas, without which the foreground, the ART, cannot be!
The renowned Missionary-Apostle, Paul, told the Athenian philosophers, even your poets say that "in Him we live and move and have our being." The reference is BOOK of ACTS 17:28. The intelligentsia of Greece had erected statues to their many gods, goddesses, and one "To the Unknown God," to cover their bases. Paul told them the UNKNOWN GOD to you, is well known to us!
2. Why can't you see your own eyes, or hear your own ears, or beat your own heart? Why can't we return the living breath in a person that dies? Who gave the newborn its first breath?
The one or FORCE that gives newborn babies their very first breath of life ... who or what is IT? Why can't we get the same FORCE to restore the breath in a dying or dead person? So, we are not independent after all, even to the point of not controlling our heart beats, or managing the function of internal organs!
DEAD Ghosthunter or Spiritualist
Spiritualist realm can or can not be our friend
One thing for curtain there nothing to play with
Spiritual realms careful they are real and
Seal no deals with the devil's beware kiss
"Paranormal Investigators" think ghost hunters
Are nothing more than casual hobbyists
You the pubic of free will can choose to
Either Scientifically or sp speaking dis or believe
The supernatural nothing to play with
It can or could be as something to fear
But God hasn't given us the spirit of fear
Apparition dead person believed to appear
Ghost hunter in front, beside or in back around in your foot tracks
Spiritualist events phenomena such as telekinesis Spirits intact
Clairvoyance they're beyond the scope of normally be not a soothsayer
Don't PLAY with Let the dead bury the dead beware of this behavior
10/04/18
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
Local Memorial Service
Outside the funeral agency two employees
dressed for their job, stood smoking, by the pavement
a hearse with coffin inside stood waiting.
finally, they threw the butts in the gutter started
The car to take to the church where the casket would
be decorated with flowers and then with a cortège
of mourners followed behind led by the local padre.
There were no many men among the marchers, they
thronged the bar on the way and only joined
in the last minutes.
The padre did the rituals and packed up and left
the mourners cried and there were many handshakes
among the people and talk about the dead person
who apparently had been a bit of a bastard cheating
in cards and not to be trusted.
Of course, nothing of this was uttered at the cemetery
it was later in the bar the person of ill-repute was mentioned
If you want to paint a panel
This is not impossible
Put two beaches
And their mold
Formation of the Palm
Falling from leaves
Like in a fight with the wind
In other side
Houses look smaller
Obscure the mountain
And camps
Clouds Above
And aircraft
You can dip a another brush
Thrown on the ground, where dead person...
Or as you like from the dead
You can paint the barriers
Like a city under siege
Back to us imagine that your
And fly peace pools
With Restricted wings
On bare Girl **** chest
At channels
Never turn channel
For see Russian aircraft
And Exterminate the Syrian people.
Where is the peace
Hey humanity
I am being thrown from the depths of centuries
Carrying all my grandmothers’ wounds
Combat boots marked my head with terror
my back bruised with the lashes of my man’s old belt
I am being thrown from the depths of centuries
With infants hanging from each side
Sucking on my milkless breasts
Their urine unkoshers my religious purity
inherited from my grandmother’s time
I am being thrown from the depths of centuries
To throw hateful words at my own children
It avenges my life of a dead person
It comforts my purposeless time
I am being thrown from the depths of centuries
To live the life they have destined for me
The men who are not even from Persia
Those bearded strangers who stress their “Zaad” at the time of worship
I am being thrown from the depths of centuries
To be weak so my man can call himself strong
And to be a mother to my many unwanted children
So he could brag about his fertile manhood to you all
And for his God to reward me at the end a paradise
To watch him making out with the good-looking cherubs
I am being thrown from the depths of centuries!
Dead
Dead person does not harm
Or love any one
Why people scare of them!
After death
Surgeon knows dead person
Does not oppose
While dissects corpse
Difference between the dead
And slept is
One can speak
Another cannot.
All know this irony fact
Even cannot trust in that
Like in cinema role remains apart
People in life perform vast
With a fact along belief of act
Thus the life rolls on rolls on
Until fate defaces task
So in time keep with tact of nature
And forget to fear with dying act
Surgeon knows dead person
Does not oppose
While he dissects corpse.
when i love her
when is see her
when i feel her
i feel it
i know that im surrounded with love
it's great
ucontrolable
undeniable
it's unbeliveable
but when i don't there is a no in my heart just sitting there
a worry
that never again will i speak to her
i know it's not true
but it's there
it sitts like a dead person in wood
but just, when i love her it's great
If loving you is wrong
I don't ever want to right.
If loving you is a sin
I outrightly reject righteousness.
If loving you is disobedience
I give in to mutiny.
If loving you is folly
I swear I detest Solomon.
If loving you is madness
I deny not my state of lunacy.
If loving you is an error
I want to keep this mistake.
If loving you is death
I am a living dead person.
But if loving you is life,means life
Believe me...
The state of my heart,
This outpour of my emotions,
The lovely looks in your eyes
And this ranging fire in our hearts
Was written in the stars... .
I shall kill you,
If you don’t return,
My money back.
That you borrowed from me.
When I heard a quarrel,
I stopped and smiled on a person,
Who was coming back to threat him?
He was promising him to pay back, when he has.
Do you want a drink? I offered,
No sorry, I am very busy,
And late for my next appointment.
Come to see me tonight in a Pub.
I knocked my neighbour’s door,
And asked for a time.
He understands that I want to talk to him.
His condition was bad, he lost his job.
We went together to the Pub,
And met again to a moneylender.
I paid his debt and requested,
Don’t come back in my street.
.
My neighbour paid me back,
Within six months and asked,
Why I paid his debt. I told,
I don’t like to disturb children’s peace.
Nobody can take this money,
Every dead person didn’t took with them,
Money is a source for development, who knows,
Today it is in my pocket,tomorrow in yours.