It is ongiing..Its in the spiritual places, its
On the living of a viable life, its on your freedom.? Its on your thought pattern, on
Your movement, its always been so' yet now its more visible, all is being revealed.'
Leading to a push to cut back regular
access, the Bible once was under lock and key, its always been like this, information control by some.? Do we
Wish to enlist? And fight our indivudual self.' Also do we recognise the scenery.?
Shooting Star...
Twinkle
Sprinkle
Limited Technobility...
I'm not
Tech bot
Florescent Headlights...
White light
Too bright
False Teeth...
Denture
Venture
Two Sides Of The Coin...
Heads sails
Sinks Tails
On A Waiting List?...
Patient
Patient
Gaining Confidence...
Rejoice
Sound voice
Quick Temper...
Fire red
Hot head
Love In The Air...
Souls dance
Romance
Not What You Expected?...
Enlist
Tale twist
If Homer knew Rose, then she'd be the face,
that launched a thousand ships. And the walls of Troy,
which the Greeks tore down, would not fall from grace
if kings and the gods weren't pawns to destroy.
If Rose were Helen, her face would launch ten-
thousand ships—and enlist ten kingdoms more.
For Homer never knew, nor could imagine,
how fairer Rose makes Helen's beauty poor.
But, unlike Homer, I've gazed upon Rose:
her everlasting beauty is greater. Time
can never erase her feature or her pose,
so long as this poem endures as my rhyme!
And so, if Homer knew Rose (like I know her),
Troy would still stand: and have lasted forever!
"Every enigmatic environment enlists enlightened emotions" Quote by The Poet
Spectacular silvery spangled, star studded sky, so serene.
Under universal utterances uniquely unabashed, unseen.
Wildest wind wails when weakened, was welcomed warm weather.
Trees towering, trying to triumphantly touch together.
Serendipitous splendor soothes soulful scenes.
Gracefully groomed, growing greens.
Lustrous light looms, lasting like lingering lanterns.
Youthful yellowing, yet yesterday yearns.
Moonbeams meander, mesmerized midst melting moments.
Extraterrestrial elements enlist exponents.
Frenzied fireflies flutter, fulfilling fanciful florescent flashes.
Sparkling, swishing splashes.
Sycamores sway sweetly, so subdued, sounds softly sweep.
Calm clarity closely causes comfort, combinations creep.
Sporadically straying, sadly sets sorrow so steep.
Daily duties done to suit the King.
His benevolence soothes over everything.
We serve with joy but He calls us Friends
Adopted to be a daughter or son,
Our hearts, minds and wills He has won.
Jesus, Son of God shows The Way
In His family forever to stay.
They are preparing a New Earth and a home.
Soon they will manifest, we no longer roam.
Now, in faith, we settle there
In peace and blessing fair
For Guardian Angels really do exist
As with them into God's army we enlist.
Gift cards, can it be stopped
How the swindlers begin a nice letter understand
The problem you have because of the pension that does not allow you to hire a person to help
Yes, they are so helpful, they can help if you send
Them gift cards instead of cash, they will help
It starts with a sum of cards at a value of 1000 euros, so you send the cards and, not wait they need more gift cards to cover the cost. Ok, so you send them the card and they promise to send you a packet with money
So you wait, but then they want more gift cards at a value of hundred euros, by now even a dick head understands he has been swindled
The next step is to alert the law, but the swindlers have flown away leaving no trace. They even enlist your own family to rob you of your savings
Money set aside to pay for doctors and home help
And so on
In the maze of commerce, a tale unfolds,
A deal both juicy and complex, as the story is told.
A buyer steps forth, with hope and trepidation,
Wondering if this purchase will bring jubilation.
Was it the allure of a bargain, too good to resist?
Or the pressure of a deadline, a contract to enlist?
Perhaps the buyer, is stuck in a rut, sought a change,
A rollercoaster ride?, through a market so strange.
With status on the line, and decisions start to shatter,
The buyer pondered deeply, what truly would matter.
Would this be a a calamity in disguise?
As the purchase came to fruition, under watchful eyes.
Yet, through the plummet of doubt, and the rise of belief,
The buyer found solace, and a sense of relief.
For in the dance of deals, both ruinous and grand,
The heart of the buyer, held steady in hand.
What is this love we seek to find and hold?
It twists and contorts, resistant to enfold.
A surprising elusive shadow, that pops up from the mist?
When we least expect it, to enlist when kissed.
This love actually, defies logic and common sense!
For whom we love, truly deeply is beyond any pretense,
Any hope that its stickiness can be shed,
With a flick, a kick, a denial, once, twice said.
Love is persistent, won't go away, or fade.
Its inception is the exception that once made,
Is burned or carved into a tree trunk or rock,
As an emblem, a shout, broadcast around the clock.
For love is a joy, a delightful happenstance!
A meeting by chance, then with poise, to prance and dance.
For one, I am small and increase the body of reverse
As love and hate enter space and time without poles
The largeness of sleep and dimensional reality
Going into a law of consistent inconsistencies
Raw the cost never leaves into laughter
By his own facts which enlist varied gods
Sex is the validation unto which is declaration
To make intent stronger and mind no speak into the certainty
Twisting and turning where skills are refused
War seems skill
War seems knowledge
Also fight
Yet experience makes cry and far as you run
The earth makes sure of variation
To watch through the glass
By expectancy and obliterate
It has been the patriot to call love
So the squeeze will leave as rendered outside of the king
Available as throwing the towel in
Because the lights among us would offer rationale
As tossing in self sacrifice is the magnified gain
Old friends make more dinner in adverse
Guessing without a train nails part
Mission would herald the boarding bite so clear
I'm Glinda, the Starman Fairy,
or, if you want, I can be the Blue Fairy from Pinocchio.
I'll be whatever you want me to be,
You paid your consulting fee, so
I'll show up as someone you know.
You've got a pretty nice planet here,
better than my home planet - the nicest one I've ever seen.
I would sure hate for it to disappear.
Oh, the grape, the apple, the tangerine,
fields of wheat, seas of aquamarine.
You're facing an existential threat.
Don't take it from corporations or politicians they enlist,
climate change will get much worse yet.
Check the aliens on my client list.
They say, ask independent scientists.
Your people have created wonderful things -
the Great Pyramids, Taj Mahal, Shakespeare, and Machu Picchu -
and you, too, have nature, from which man springs.
Well, I must depart, and I'll miss it so -
would you be sad to see it go?
(This poem may also be read backward, from the bottom up)
In a world where I do not exist
There's a place where I'm yet to enlist
Where my yearning cannot be dismissed
And my soul reaches out to be kissed
One day there, where I will re-exist
After crossing that bridge in the mist
(If life's demons I chose to resist)
Lifted high through that Heavenly midst
There, my loved ones hold hands and subsist
On that day, I will join them, assist
In rejoicing the peace we had missed
To this new world, my efforts persist
I am circulating my anticipating
Foot ached fever broke bout' ta step out
Not out of my vessel, yet my voice is in session
My lungs, frontal lobe, feet and legs wanna dance
FOOT LOOSE
CUTING UP, SHIFTING FROM SLIDE TO SIDE
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Step fast come on jazzy
Step up, step in, step out, come to come through
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Happen stance, I gotta dance
Step on, step off
I carry the thought
Of what's up
To the form of getting down
How long can I be found singing
just, just, just jazz
Fast step
What a trip
Must insist you enlist come bro, come on sis
when I sing, you gonna dance
When I move ya wanna dance
Faster
Faster
Faster
Fast step come on jazzy
Fast step come on jazzy
Fast step come on jazzy
FAST STEP come on JAZZY
8/24/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024
for SHASTA JAZZ DEDICATED VERSE FOR SHASTA SIMMS ANTHOLOGY #1
The world's biggest problem? It wasn't going away.
One fifteen year old girl would face it. That was just her way.
She didn't give us fantasy. She gave us action.
Demanding from leaders of the world, satisfaction.
Politicians insulted her, saying, "naivete",
stating she oversimplified, that's how they'd portray
her. Whether she was popular - that she did not care,
as she laid bare their smoke screens with clarity so rare.
She had things to deal with - Asbergers and depression.
The brave way she handled them teaches us a lesson.
She turned depression into action. her courage to enlist,
making a few enemies, but none were scientists.
Climate awareness was not this girl's only impact.
Backing the campaign to fly less changed the world in fact.
Sweden dropped four percent in domestic travel by air.
Pretty good work for a young girl with the grit to care.
Greta Thunberg, just a girl, also influenced me.
I keep my carbon footprint small, I don't go on a spree.
I vote. My money's in a fund with a low MSCI,
inspired by the young girl who won't let the planet die.
Just woven wooly natural woman silky hair
My eyes are open yet I do not stare
There's no lust but there's a prominent site
God adorned Beauty it's magnificent
So as she stands before me
My eyes envision yet and still
My eyes are celibate as the miles win
Traveling soul sprase three heavens
Cooling breeze blows
My ears hear the whispering of the flow
My ears are celibate
I hear her soft voice yet still
Gazing I enlist my heartbeats in unison with hers
My hands and arms are celibate
I do not want to touch nor hold her embracing I must not For she's not mine to touch
~
I stand before her celibate and with each and every breath and Walking forthward each and every step
I draw myself
Closer to her she is a Child of God
~
Of age to praise
I stand before her and into my next breath I inhale
And exhale and even in that I'm celebrating
And constellation for the duration I surmise
~
That my physical body as well as spiritual side
Remain celibate for she is not mine
She Belongs to the Father God
And in that all is purposeful
6/2/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
There’s no film set
There’s no Tom Cruise
Everyone dies
In front of you
And that is war
They give you a gun
Sent off with the meat
Shoot you in the back
Cos we never retreat
And that is war
When you enlist
They tell you it’s great
The army’s job is
Teach you to hate
And that is war
You’re free to kill
You’re free to rape
Do what you like
Coz there’s no escape
And that is war
There’s lots of booze
And a line of coke
Everyone will lose
And that’s the joke
And that is war
David Cox 21/05/24
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