God created universe for the love of Muhammad
Created sun and moon for the desire of Muhammad
Said be and was universe, written all from start to end
Recited Quran as a whole, for the glory of Muhammad
All saints had come, to mosque their faces daubed
Said word of testament, for the noor of Muhammad
Companions had conquered, next ones emulate
Eight heavens laid out, for the love of Muhammad
At skies birds flied, montanes and stones watered
Trees gave fruit, for the love of Muhammad
Infidels had come, from him they took faith
Prayed five times a day, for the love of Muhammad
Jonah praised cause him Quran praised
Remember and say Salawat, for the love of Muhammad
Written by Dervish Jonah
Translation Honor Su
women were curvy and applauded for it in the forties and fifties
In the sixties, they wore pillbox hats, and Jackie O tweed suits
Twiggy was introduced as the one we were to emulate soon after
she had measurements like my own twenty, twenty, twenty
she must have subsisted on a teaspoon of cereal a day
maybe two peanuts and a sprinkle of juice
I am sure she was not allowed a whole apple
this is when teens began trying to starve themselves
I know because I was one of them
thinking I was enormously fat at one hundred and eight pounds.
Pushing the envelope outside the box
if only here to accentuate
the many ways in which
emu may emulate
by delivering nutrients' benefits
and what's more
help repair with anti-aging hydrate
yet won't clog your pores
they herd the birds in a mob
not a troublesome job or task
with ladle fire pit pot and hob
'How is it collected?' I hear you ask
as allegedly good for the skin
anti-inflammatory emu oil
is scooped off the bubbling surface
when they're brought to the boil
I no longer need a man for me to be any happier.
I no longer need a man to emulate ex-lovers.
What I do need now is someone who reflects me as a partner.
The Lost Tribe
Holocaust, this tragic word, millions of lives lost in its
name, and it has not ended. This time,
it is the
Palestinians who are victims of a people
who have learned only one lesson to survive
one has to be
and able to tell lies and
cynically play on Europe’s common guilt.
Hitler wasn’t able to remove the Jews; we Christians
wouldn’t let him.
The people of Israel have taken it upon themselves to
emulate their former tormentors,
will not be able to eradicate the Palestinians
we, the despised and cowardly Christians,
will not let them.
The raw disregard the Israelites show against their Semitic Brothers borders to self-hate; it will corrupt them, and they will sink into nihilism.
Dust upon dust, the story could have been so different hadn’t
they decided that kindness
was a hindrance when creating their tribal paradise.
We live and die completely
In the material world
It would be rather fiddly
To emulate a Phoenix bird
Our ashes can’t be bothered
Inside their marble urns
No point in fire hazard
Cause we’re already burned
It sounds flat simplistic
Therefore it’s dull, I know
I’d love to be a mystic
To make of life a show
I’d love to talk with God
About my perspective
In somewhat better world
That doesn’t look deceptive
But frankly, it’s about respect
This afterlife concern
Respect to memories we had
Before the final burn.
The vibes emulate the soft blue light,
that soft-shoe dances in a moonstone.
Mellow and resonant, is the vibraphone.
The heart and soul of ethereal percussion blues.
The gentle sound reverberates vibrato,
floating and wafting its mesmerizing melodies
under the hard surface of the moonstone.
Shimmering spells that echo dreams,
and deja vu resonant fantastic fantasies.
Her smile alone, that ONE that radiates uniqueness
bores down plummeting shafts into Earth's deepest
Her beam travels light speed to pierce our blackness
Cupid simply aims, adds us to his lovestruck Harvest
For Men are marooned upon the coldest part of Mars
Like Moths we are drawn to the warmth of her Stars
We rush headlong driving to unknown reaches our cars
Martians all, we leap foreloin in the search of being "ours"
But we know the tempests of Venus emulate her namesake
She needs time to fall Earthbound as a swirling Snowflake
Venus needs to flutter above, then hoover, maybe to partake
Aphrodite, so fragile, so tender her heart, needs much debate
Here, Earthly bound, we can find our Middle Earth, our ground
Her Goldilocks bound in the correct balance of momentum found
Martians, all you crowd, wait patiently, hush desire's blunt Hound
Venusians, lift your shroud, allow your discretion to come around
From Genes to Brains to Books
Lap in words from these Brooks
Pan ideas heavy to swirl analysis
There, assimilate your anonymous
Fill your Mind to cast first Editions
Emulate Gutenberg's Impressions
Now, aspire to be
SET FREE
LEAVES
May each leaf that falls in faith
of something greater still
stand for the dead and suffering cries,
that echo eastern streets.
How vicious is genetic hate, whose memory retrieves
and causes youth to emulate atrocities once shared.
May each leaf that loses life to winds that separate its soul
stand for the wounded, homeless,
slain
that will know Spring's rebirth.
How merciless the memory
of grandma's tattooed limb,
that strips some of a caring heart
to justify the slaughter.
May each leaf the touches ground,
as dried and brown discard,
stand for a lifeless body wrapped
within a displaced home.
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves,
in lovely colors dying.
You suffer not from war torn winds
in treeless places bare.
How deep down will bruising be,
in leaves of autumn memories.
With a touch of tender and grace
profound image she portrays
Her kind words instilled in my mind
As she is a warrior who stands
strong on her ground
like a beaming light
shining through the
darkness of night
contain with a pure joy of love
She reigns with the supreme
of wisdom guidance
bring the truth of the testament evident
of life-learning lessons
She carries herself like the moonlight
exude in a brilliance trace
rise above the ocean tide
showing fearless of disastrous
Her presence provides a
sense of hope and solace
leading with endless and boundless
that no jewelry can compare
She gives without request
for a return with all the
unconditional sacrifices
Her smile sparks a radiant of hope
brighten up the sorrow of the day
Through each struggle
and triumph she inspires
to emulate
Her name claims
a legacy to remember
that remains in the heart
convey with an everlasting
of memory forever
She comes to know
as my loving mother
I swallowed the Little Book of Calm
to become a soothsayer,
a seeker, a crier, a prophet for peace and solemnity.
For only then could I calm and relieve my troubled black book soul
torn by regret, envy, greed and jealousy.
Once digested it imbued my inner being
to emulate and enunciate
the well pond of calm within and without.
It quelled the quiver, quake, swell, ratter and roll
of a troubled world, both inside and out,
to be still, quietly moored, satiated in peace.
'Twas midday in mid-Manhattan
I was with the lunch crowd
then a voice sounds like platinum
drove me to turn around
of course, the color of your threads
amongst the bland, spread out
poetry in motion were reds
well stitched, without a doubt
caught a glimpse amidst the passing
and lost you to a trance
searched high and low merely guessing
hoping for one more chance
you winked, the pleasure of your eyes
immortalize the trice
albeit I should plagiarize
poetic friends advice
on blank paper articulate
that very own image
transfer that which you emulate
for all eyes ... a blank page.
I WANT TO LOVE HER LIKE God does.
For she is special and worthy so
I desire to love
Someone that way God does
Wonderful soul aspirations
Worthy of love she soul is
Just as God loves us, collectively
Emulate God’s unconditional love, I must I shall I do
With a love that’s pure and strong and truelove that sees her worth,
Her heart, hear soul
And cherishes her, making her whole
7/22/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
We won't find a soul mate dished up on a plate,
We won't find a soul mate if we always complicate,
We won't find a soul mate if we over compensate,
We won't find a soul mate if we procrastinate,
We won't find a soul mate if we don't participate,
We won't find a soul mate if their importance we underestimate,
or over their existence speculate.
Our eldest daughter found her soul mate,
And did not hesitate,
An example for others to emulate.
As for her parents fate,
That is up for serious debate,
Now that I suspect I have a friend who to me does resonate,
To me all the aspects of soul mate,
When it is too late,
Yet I cannot help but speculate,
About a different fate,
Or a late change contemplate,
Even though it might complicate,
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