The rhythmic waves roll,
Barely foaming as they gently sweep up the shore
And lightly brush my toes
Before retreating as another wave approaches.
Distant swallows chatter like a choir out of tune,
Tossing a scattered melody — yet strangely harmonious.
The coconut leaves above me whisper
As the soft breeze drifts past.
The cold of the damp sand where I sit, legs outstretched,
Has crept up into my chest.
I scoop the damp sand at my side
And press it slowly between my fingers.
My chest tightens as a chorus of voices shriek in my skull.
Kristina Lim
August 17, 2025
Daanbantayan, Cebu, Philippines
Lady Disharmony
Twas! once a lady-damsel name Disharmony
Her ways were quite alarming, constantly
While she never say
she often kept suitors at bay
Opportunities to spread discord and animosity
10/15/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
The successor of the world woman,
The fighter of the world woman,
The carer of the world woman,
So why cruelity upon woman?
The champion of the world,
The career of the world,
So why disregards to a woman?
The woman who came front in many fields,
fighting agianst the people who made her feel,
military, sports the woman on the top,
So why disharmony upon?
The person who cares about her famliy,
The person who cares about her job,
The person who cares about her country,
IS A WOMAN!!
Contention has sold me a used psyche swallowing my pride pricy;
Problem with this is disputation disharmony discords hot and spicy;
5/3/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
A fair and democratic society
renders the good fruits of Liberty
without distinction of upper and lower class;
where's that one who can change this chaotic mess?
Many are the victims of abuse: their cry is unheard;
the rich don't clothe and feed the vagrants,
the lawless spread terror with their guns
while terrorized pedestrians hear the blasting sound.
A peaceful evening of summer turns into a death trap:
on dark sidewalks mothers mourn children in their lap.
Written on 9/21/2016
It is crystal clear now
I being more dense at a cooler you -
I have come to this understanding
Communication though anxious to make us more the same
Make us more different
And yet the wand of words
Make over and over again the magician
So that the magic
Is now the magician of the man
Suddenly I cannot trust the wand
I inherited
There are too many conditions
That limit the power of its use
For liberation
We are trapped like flies in it, all of us
And you and I, were we not made by hands
Might have a better chance to dissolve to it
If the rule holds still for all solution
And we too were merely the solute of the Word.
The solvent of your voice
Must never forget
My solubility takes a higher temperature
That may evaporate you.
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