Against those throes of untimely demises that Hormel chili should usher in surprises, or so the weapon goes to the kiln where kilts affray melt ire still, but beside the moon, that heavenly crest shan't ring new tones, the silent rest, whereupon one green stamp made this here, reap and commala like times past my dear, where one thing never finds Ms. Garland and another may leave her, is it simply constructed or beaten and beleaguered? I beat the metal hot and strong, but saintly serpents proved them wrong, the energies aglow like fires unkempt, the hearth and mantel heavens lent them and showered the earthly with cures galore a poor poet's boy, Aurora's demure.
Mid the darkness shallows
Pit across the deepen sights
Blackness circumference barrows
The devise of light
Brilliants though shines
Every bright for you see
The light ever always firms dines
Demises the darkness flees
Light always sparks
As every sparks turns to light
Light ever always shine out bright
Light darkness is over shun
3/18/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Tartaric acid rain of the lost calligraphy
Peels to melt the running emotions
Drains clog beneath dynasties
Commerce to no one in seas
Pourtant je vois ceasefire
See a spark of defiance
Harlequin of belle dame misery
Catatonic brutality ends within me
Phantom of these nigh-mares
Shriek away stares orbs no retinas
Telltale sen em bras lambent
Am I dying nevermore
Mourning my own demises gavotte masquerade
Is that a shimmer of light on my finale
A body demises,
not the essence..
Die our death,
not our life...
Only a stage evanishes,
we lives for the eternal...!
Murkier the world goes every day,
Dark clouds cloaking every Sun Ray,
Wetting the grounds with blood and tears,
Thunders follow, of pain and fears.
Voyage towards a better place,
Looking for a trace of solace,
Poor souls resign the worldly greed,
From anguish and grief, to be freed.
Someone rejoiced these demises,
For the vessels held some prizes,
Worth much more than the souls inside,
Won only when the angels died.
Meaningless paste of feelings in this artificial path
No sympathetic moon journey to the mute heart
Your shocking tears wraps the demises in classic flu
Gluttonous earth ground now in the happiest foods flow
There comes death obituary as well as birth anniversary
But in the falcon ridge the lute stops to read in frightful prey
No great or small, no rich or poor in this whirlwind of door
Equally lose in gravitational maze of time by man made sore
For long life last evening had no prayer
But this morning healthy sun greets nature
For the shining life still safe walking in four walls
In human hands the greetings must come as hull
08.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
Meaningless paste of feelings in this artificial path
No sympathetic moon journey to the mute heart
Your shocking tears wraps the demises in classic flu
Gluttonous earth ground now in the happiest foods flow
There comes death obituary as well as birth anniversary
But in the falcon ridge the lute stops to read in frightful prey
No great or small, no rich or poor in this whirlwind of door
Equally lose in gravitational maze of time by man made sore
For long life last evening had no prayer
But this morning healthy sun greets nature
For the shining life still safe walking in four walls
In human hands the greetings must come as hull
08.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
With each swing of the swing the sea level rises
each lump of coal burned defrosts the ice shelf
each squeeze on the accelerator Earth's future demises
But its too late, or almost too late to assert oneself
The deed is done; we shall reap what we have sown
Gaia will call us to account, our Earth is not our own.
Loving
Generously I give love, lovingly I receive love, I'm am honest and I am loyal
Daughter, son, grandson, daddy loves you all...so so much!
Your smiles, happiness, and love bring great joy to me
Your downfalls, demises, and deaths...I weep
I fear the devil does not grasp hold, I fear his voice, I fear his evil
In the name of the father, the son, and the holy ghost
My children of heaven...may your days be filled with sunshine
Father
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1/27/2019
I rely on my unflinching courage
and on my unyielding strength
fighting for virtues that instill knowledge...
until understanding dispels rage
without leaving bitterness on the breath,
or the horrible feeling of revenge!
Will the vast unknown increase fear,
will this journey be hindered by storms
and frighten me by what lies ahead?
Be it bliss, be it wonder, or be it a dread:
they'll be revealed by fate that conforms
to the measure of faith in the believer!
God sets the limit of my demises,
the perfidious path I trod on is awfully dark
and without moonlight, I stumble upon a rock
and kneeling before Him: I accept my trials!
Where wicked things grow,
She waits to be found,
Down a dark and dusty road,
Eve, a Pumpkin, dying on the ground,
Ravens pick away her eyes,
She now sees,
Her grin carved with back stabbing knives,
Revealing her unborn seeds,
Slicing her orange flesh,
She feels no pain,
Her grin releases no breath,
As she drinks in frozen rain,
Tonight she'll be warmed by their candle's flickering flame,
Transformed,
She'll perform,
In their evil game,
As they walk by her,
In their scary disguises,
Hoping to fit in,
To be saved from their demises,
It's her turn to play,
Her last chance before she dies,
On this her best performance yet,
All Hallow Eve's Night.
~Vickie Thayer~
I live so far oceans away
can’t get up and visit when I want
just hear about all the joys and sorrows
weddings, births and demises
successes and failures
how I wish to live those moments
to lock forever in my sight
the day his baby girl was born
my brother’s face fill with delight
to help soak her tears
I wasn’t there for my sister
when her husband died
kept on calling she couldn’t talk
the time was to hug and hold
Written on 08/12/2016
Contest :It takes four by Broken Wings
Into the distance travels the sound of the weeping willows,
It is a problem whose solution no one knows.
The helpless man implores for relief,
On the branches of trees remains not a single leaf.
Drained of water are the reaches of the earth,
Drought is a situation where human life is of no worth.
Upon the whole of mankind suffering is inflicted,
Through a number of demises their fate is depicted.
Turning barren are the large masses of fertile land,
For help of people in distraught appears not a single hand.
In man and animals prevalent is the thirst for relief,
People are not able to appreciate life even for a minute brief.
Drenching the land are the mortal’s tears,
This dearth has extended throughout the years.
Drained of water the saplings turn dry,
Each failed crop is accompanied by a farmer’s cry.
Sporting a grey coat the sky brings hope,
Hanging on are the countrymen to the end of a rope.
Everlasting is their aspiration for a better tomorrow,
It will be the rains that will wash away all their sorrows.
Oh how I crave you so deeply in my very being
Ive yet to know who you are yet but in awaiting our joyous meeting
Im still holding on to my faint belief that you May really exist.
That your far out there somewhere thinking about our future first kiss.
Oh how I fear this other path my mind has divised in my possible future demises
One future where your just a fantasy
a thought I held onto countlessly with every sign that you might JUST not BE
awaiting numerous long lonely days with the idea of your EXISTENCE turned haze
Turn into a transparent cloud
and find your way to Heaven;
take a voyage into the unknown
with an excitement never allowed.
Glance at the vast cosmos without perplexity,
they are the gifts that God meant for Humanity;
more earths and moons not visible to human eyes...
await us tomorrow, boldness can overcome demises.
New awesome universes that Galileo and others never saw;
wonders revealed by images appearing from dots that glow,
and with your gaze up: be inspired, be charmed, be vowed
by the gleaming galaxies that nobody until now has named.
Is it only your ultimate dream to venture and conquer all?
No, that's everybody's dream to own planets and more!
Anxiety can incite, but expectancy to find life is minimal;
will you find rivers that flow, beaches with a tidal bore?
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