Yaa la la la ahh
Beloved bye by by
ya heart sees, eyes
i long be for ya arms
engulf for ya arms, arms arms
Jump to due beloved I love you
This B soul true, jump to due
for di mixed stir, a grate,
no mistakes shake to bake.
you fry mai bean cake
mummm! baby taste great
baby, jump to due
i'm for love wit you
jump to due
mai heart sees you
Jump to due beloved I love you
This B
~
Beloved bye by by
Your heart sees eyes
I long to be in your arms
Engulf in your arms, arms arms
Jump to due beloved I love you
This B soul true, jump to due
In the mixed stir, a grate,
No mistakes shake to bake.
You fry my bean cake
Mummm! baby taste great
Baby, jump to due
I'm in love with you
Jump to due
My heart sees you
Jump to due beloved I love you
This B soul true, jump to due
8/7/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
Is the UK a democracy.? Or has it slid to an
Un-sound autocracy.? Where a sucession
Is handed down.' And this not soley of the
Crown.?
When did due proven process, and the peoples voice? Become trampled down.?
Along with freedom of the electorates choice.' How can any such rumoured move be
Sound, what former precedent be found.?
A patantly decent Christaian soul, from what i read of Anne on the whole, if she
Got a thing wrong..To make amends she
Took not long.' A decent and a caring soul
From what i know? On the whole, such a bad.? No terrible event, i will caution not to vent.' Was it done to tip the scales into
Mayhem? Anger; rage.' I think that such she would not want.? Yet actions and answers are needed and how.' Thirty years of mis-handling, must be ended and
Starting now.' Make no milage Nigel of her
Demise' yet let this be the moment of Britains reprise.' Support your indigenous
Who are such as she, redraw your prioritys, end the sleaze, fly the flags at
Half mast and see, respect is offered to
Anne; right living, and her home country.'
We traverse life seeking coloured feathers
desire silk gowns like fools dancing around
sand grains become ashes spoiling heather
stand we sapped witnesses to contexts found
Halfway we perceive abundant date palms
recall that we are here to live as whole
Almighty requesting kindness and alms
pass infernos with ignorant blind moles
Banish states of limbo lust and deceit
masses of souls circling as if in traps
immoderate are actions though seem neat
wade not in oblivion, find due maps
piano frequencies in harmonies
you will perceive, rejoicing amid ease
Whatever was begun without due heed
And all that was not properly conceived,
Although a promise and a pledge were given,
It is right to hesitate — to press on or draw back.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
JFK, MLK, RFK all shot dead
Rabin and Sadat both shot dead
Nasrallah and the Ayatollah slain
Reagan, Trump, so many others shot at
Who aspires to international leadership
Death the price of membership
Born at 5:55,
It's the time I came alive,
I strive everyday to change,
Rearrange the way I see,
Each day is new to me,
Spiraling through eternity,
I was born to transform reality,
555 means change was meant to be,
Reminding me daily to strive,
Thrive within the unknown,
I've grown into what you see,
A tree of possibility,
Setting you free from the guilt,
Built into the program,
I am the change I want to see,
Living truthfully,
Fully embracing,
Each day I am facing,
Racing the clock,
Blocked by my old beliefs,
Relief is coming,
While you're becoming chief,
No thief can steal,
What you believe to be real,
Feel your way through,
You don't need to survive,
You were born to be alive,
Let 555 remind you,
You're the one who drives.
So the world without borders was a foolish idea
Poor authorities suffered from disrespect
Our sovereignty we have violated, my dear
Without taking notice we did that
The military industrial complex
Is being revived to standing ovation
Hard times have come, and it’ll be worse
Good job we’re free from further frustration
What a blessed fate, love, to go in due time
Free from their peasant nationalisms
From inane competitions, controlled decline
From taxation of the air we breathe
Back to the garden, as it has been sung
Back to our room with vase on the table
We’re remembered by trees, as forever young
Resting in peace within our fable.
Periodically Due
Josey is found infrequently awaiting his own mind near a dilapidated industrial building.
Showing up to the meeting with John means the spit balls need refilling.
"Attaching history in pieces?"
"Rights become an older days week returning learning from a folded press again."
"Thanks John, you old stable "
I sat next the guy who sat to that"ole Gal"
that night that they talked it over.
Over and Over again
they talked about it.
I heard words of love
and endearing concerns.
They talked about everything
from frustations to ferns
they spoke of the need to understand
and a bneed to know more
one things for sure
they talked it out.
See what is worth mentioning
in all this constant tentioning
were it needed explaination
it turned up straightened
they talked it over
they talked it over
so that all could understand
hold on Mister
the lady has a point
stand up for
yourself
get out in front
don't hide behind your woman
her needs have been addressed
you got the first part
now lt's finsh this rest
the contract is negocated
so to all concerned
we have one signuture
it's the other parties turn
there it
we should all stand and appluad
thank you all for your
pateince
now lets thank the LOrd!
When things start getting tough
Everything start getting rough
Many will say, you're lazy
Some will say, you ain't working hard
Like it's by power or myth
Only few will understand, due to their awareness.
When the night starts coming
The sun start going
Time always make the difference.
When everything starts crumbling
You start stumbling and fading
Everything becomes very crazy and heavy
People start neglecting or ignoring you.
Sometimes we get tired in life
But we somehow find a way to survive
People who've experienced tough times
Knows, it doesn't last eternal but a moment
So; they support without seizing
No matter the season
They never leave you, even if there's a reason.
It's due...
So what am I going to do?
The funds have gotten low
And the flow has been slow
And I just don't know...
But I got to keep the lights on
I got to keep the water running
Nothing in the fridge or the cupboards, c'mon
Lord, please keep me from jumping
This darn phone keeps ringing
But no good news its bringing
It's due...
And I just don't know what to do.
My darling, why did you go
You won’t tell me under the moon
You won’t tell in the morning glow
And in the dim afternoon
Why must we deal with the time
Why can’t it leave us alone
I want us to live, but we die
There was a time, but its gone
Our space is reduced to an archive
Your garden is touched with decay
What do I know except still I’m alive
And you can’t be here today
So into dust we return
This perpetual law of the dust
Beckons our flesh to be burned
To feed the insatiable past
Memory serves but it fails
Time takes it back from a man
The wind fell asleep in my sails
I want to see you again
Silence is one stern reply
There'll be one more in due time
You know the answer, either do I
Together again we'll entwine.
Your energized words
nourish and heal my spirit
with uplifting joy...
Your wisdom's cistern
fills the dry cup of my soul
with inspiring hope...
Your enlightenment
dispels dark negativeness
airing hopefulness...
My saucer of mind
is filled with sips for others
likewise seeking light...
May your vibing waves
continue frothing my mind's
shores with peace and love:-
Green, gold, gray, old, from thence they pass away.
And from the dawn, the night is cast,
What's due to mortals falls at last.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.