When that cold winter comes
and the chilly wind does blow
best stay indoors
as it's freezing down below
but enquiring minds need to know
who ploughs the roads
so the snowplough man can drive to work
and plough the snow?
—A Sonnet of Departing Eyes—
When thou wert gone, the populous world rang,
yet all its clamour fell beyond my ear;
the brazen noon beneath its burden sang,
while silence gathered where thou wert not near.
When I praised thy laughter, flowers raised their flame
And bent towards the wind, enquiring of thy name;
their petals searched the road thy footsteps crossed,
as though each bloom could read the shape of loss.
Then once thou turnedst back, and from my breast
my breath withdrew before thy departing eyes;
again thou lookedst—and the earth, possessed,
seemed tinder strewn beneath the waiting skies.
I would have burned the world to make thee stay—
but it remained the world, and thou wert away.
*ENABLE
Have I ever called you lately;
Have I since initiation called you baby;
In my silents, ever so quiet
May I enable
I am available
In an act of beginning something
I’m formally enquiring
Your hand, your body, soul and mind
You’re fine, just all mine
Accept this your role in God state of being
We’re being
Subside, let’s ride provide
The authority means opportunity
Make it possible, practical agree
Come away acknowledge savor me
Give your heart, mind, spirit, body to behold
Forward, forth with, turn on
The choice, voiced thought process,
You know you want this
May I enable, I am available
In an act of beginning something
I’m formally enquiring
Your hand, your body, soul and mind
You’re fine, just all mine
You’re not a story, nor fable
You’re a special treasure, allow me our pleasure
Let me support you
Shielding you from
Consequences of you negate actions
Make it easy to continue
I empower you allow me too
Enable you
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
If a fly on the wall I could be,
some celebrities I'd want to see -
like the ones that got missed
from Sean Diddy's guest list.
I'd get buzzed on a fact-finding spree.
Bugging homes in each fine neighborhood,
I would spy like a covert fly should.
My enquiring mind
would some cover-ups find
as I flew around all Hollywood.
Bored with wicked rich stars, I'd fly to
where the schemes of elitists I'd view.
Just beware. Flies like me
are as sly as can be,
and right now I am looking at you!
I have often wondered if they blundered
or if there's any truth to the advertising
within the words written on me
a simple clothing label advising
a promise a guarantee
100% Cotton
but does it refer to the garment or myself
merely the material it is printed on
a paradox perhaps
all of which goes to show
it's a dilemma the answer to which
this enquiring mind needs to know
Whatever happened to the telephone book
enquiring minds need to know
there hasn't been one here for years
so wherever did it go
and what about the telephone box
or the answer machine
I haven't seen either near it's clear
they're few and far between
they went the way of the dodo
long before their time
as not everyone I know owns a mobile phone
and no you may not use mine
we used to flip the pages
let our fingers do the walking
but now with not a lot to say
there's way too far much talking
Spirit, spirit that gave me life.
Why did you leave without speaking?
Not enquiring with me?
Or let us reach an understanding.
When your time came,
You left quietly.
You left your precious abode void and lifeless.
Abandoning it where you chose
Did you not hear me say, 'I want to live forever,' or when I prayed, 'I'd rather go like Elijah?'
Oh spirit, spirit that gave me life.
I ought to have appreciated life more.
Then think about those who left scars.
Failing to truly love those who did not.
I should have counted my every breath.
Behind the grave, how can I express my gratitude?
Just a passerby who wrote some books of wisdom
Enquiring into the Way towards heaven's bright kingdom
Reading ancient steles in a moden day light
Even using Zen as a reading stone for clear insight
Molding a mind and heart union to birth gnosis
You, Puma, showed how Christ and wisdom can guide hypnosis
Poured a river for my mind to be baptised in
Unfolded the Way grounded on earth for us to begin
Made a ladder for me to climb in heaven's light
A wanderer in this iron caged prison deep in night
Imagine a Wall
Hidden away from plain sight
Somewhere down a side back alley
An aspiring art student one day
Choose upon this to paint
As in a dream a this vision he had seen
The previous night time before sleep came
A mosaic of pink beatles
Which spelled out the word
PEACE
With 1 red balloon string attached
And a single white dove
On each opposing side above
And in time come to pass the word got out
And people came to see it
Unfortunately though when enquiring minds
Duly asked what it's actual true meaning was
He had to admit he himself didn't have
The faintest idea or clue either
It was merely a vision from his dream
Now pink is just a color
Beatles are bugs
And both balloons and doves fly away
And Peace in itself is merely a word
Just a dream and a vision of death perhaps
And sneak preview of the after life
R . I . P
Reading books of all kinds,
Broadens minds,
Thought binds.
Reading books of all kinds,
Strengthens minds,
Friendship binds.
Reading books of all kinds,
Heroes bought to minds,
Hope binds.
Reading books of all kinds,
Gifts bought to minds,
Talent binds.
Reading books of all kinds,
Fresh minds,
Moral judgment binds.
Reading books of all kinds,
Kind minds,
Empathy binds.
Reading books of all kinds,
Enquiring minds,
Reason to care binds.
Reading books of all kinds,
Alerts minds,
To dangerous binds.
Dear God, I tried communicating and it seems you no longer near
All pains I go through day and night you don't seem to care
I've been left out here no real friend only you dear God
Just hear me out I pray, lest I go odd
Just tell me God, why is life very uncertain?
I struggle all day still come back home with total nothing
Can I know dear God, why the world you created so cold?
They said we were created in your image still suffering hold
I lost hope the first time but I was told to have faith
If I continue poor, I guess my friends will have no choice than hate
I'm now short of word, so I shout dear God
Help me now, hence my sins I can't afford
( A conversation with God enquiring about world uncertainties, why human are left to face what we are facing, the curiosity to know why there's suffering in my world)
Is it easy to find a 'good friend' nowadays?
The pseudo-living teddies are the loyal ones always...
You shout, you lie...
They will listen, but can't deny...
"Why did you scream?", they will never ask...
They just hear; enquiring is not their task...
The good old days remain sadly quiet...
Our present life has fixed nothing right...
Believing was not a great deal at that time;
when words used to find their perfect pairs to rhyme...
However
Picture
Postcard
Perfect
Paradise Island
May initially seem
Without a certain other Soul
To share it's plentitude and bounty with
Must be be like the final tree in a wood
being felled
Enquiring to themselves I wonder if
anybody else heard that
And is coming to my rescue
In
The past
Moons ago
Zest was my friend
Living with vigor
Where did energy go?
Whittled away living life
Regrets and pleasure intertwined
Former self gone I am a shadow
Sustained by poetic, enquiring mind.
Image by geralt pixabay
dread weight portends a churning belly-ache
the day sinking ......
relentless countdown to the frowning hours
before the night of fitful sleep awakes disturbed
that day is now here ...... too soon the unwelcome light
numb propulsion, impending imminent
door opening ......
pounding heart, cold palms sweat and muscles tense
room full of others with turning eyes, closing ranks
see inside myself ...... projected back, enquiring looks
I am they, all watching and they are right
feedback feeding ......
clenched fist focus on self-fulfilling fool
someone speaks to me! to me! I feel the blood surge
as flushed cheeks inflame ...... and amplify my distress
slight surprise, recoil, rebuffed dismissal
stranded squirming ......
cornered, hurried walk to any doorway
blunder into the venue hall, seats at the back
anonymity ...... breathe once more, escape route planned
steal away, out of sight, try to regroup
reprocessing ......
unravelled depressing disappointment
sucker punched, floored again, selfish whimper
referee above...... whispers " get over yourself "
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