Beauty in the eye of the beholder
and such as it is I behold myself
and I am beautiful for all things,
that God has granted and created
So be it is as Himself
He too is beautiful and I am of I am
in all things that my eyes Sees In Front of Me
disguise the universe the lands the seas
all the waters even the rain in the trees
all things are beautiful
because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
as I am of he fine
Behold the beauty in me
All things are expedient
All Things Are righteous
All things are encouragable
All are things pleasantries
I am one of these
I am beautiful indeed
For I am of I am and in Him I am
because I behold I am
The eye to Beholder
And to beholder use me beautiful
Sometimes its okay to feel low,
it’s an ordinance of life
to make you acquainted of rife
that it is inevitably strident to grow.
It’s his expedient to steer you
to see the life’s chronicle view.
See the vivid blue-sky,
be stance budding warrior it’s time to fly.
The magnet web beneath my feet with predefined knowledge of this purgatory. The king who is a glabrous mole says to me grab the phone it's for you. As I lunge it is in my hand placed near my ear to hear my mother's words that I love you. Tears slide below my cheek down to my chin. I then fly away saying goodbye but I cannot stay. expedient I enter the door that was meant to be locked. I then egress the mouth of a croc. I now surround myself in a land of paper and puppets made of socks and I say hello to Mother as she waits with a missing mouth standing at the docks.
Placeholder
By Michelle Morris
07/04/2023
Did you ever feel like a placeholder
In someone else's story?
That you were expedient
And not worthy of true effort?
It can be disheartening
When you are used in love
It can cause trauma
But you can still be whole
Put yourself first
In a kind and decent way
Know your limitations
And create boundaries that stay
Life is for the living
Your best authentic path
Not being a placeholder
For someone else's heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023
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~ "And everything you do some shall succeed some shall fail to show to you I'm expressing expedient happiness rebuke the doubt get out of regress and in these troubling times I hope you find that the love of God has entered Vine the original sin nature recluse from you has now come into full frontal view be well be safe be blessed my friend this is not just the beginning nor is it the end you are blessed beyond all of this and I shall not digress in all sincerity I confess you're a beautiful soul you're solid not whole you're blessed you're not your mess be sure be secure God's got this and you're on the winning list be inspired be not of the fire you're the flood you are a loving gifted child of God"~
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
1/20/22
People are separated from good food,
Babies delayed reunion with mother’s breasts;
The innocent begin to ape the crude,
Killer attacks a fresh retest of previous bomb tests.
Gravediggers maximize their income,
Mortuary services twenty-four hours;
The solders keep working the atrocious sum,
The chief sponsors of graveyard flowers.
War is their job in camouflage
In branches clad and leafy things;
All battles are a business of sabotage:
The flapping of deception like wings
Soldier faces, a garden of tattoos,
The identical twins of Yoruba masquerades;
Their arms asserting what paints do:
Very expedient things during raids
CIA’s involvement is reasonable guessed,
KGB’s quota remains frightening;
Some kind of godforsaken race is stressed,
God forsaken shows of might heightening
Is time we sang it like a song:
Peacemakers have never been wrong;
A war mongers with journalists moving his jaw
Only talk about the breaking of the law.
I saw dreary rain today
Awake a dormant thought,
That rain empowers growth-
Something which cannot be bought.
Watch it cleanse a sinful sky,
And wash away all fears,
Bringing with it new hope
After shedding countless tears.
Rain 'tis not so popular
With those of us today,
Who wallow in our pride,
Or buy an expedient way.
Why keep out the rain, I thought,
The everlasting power?
Umbrellas of possession
Have caused us all to cower.
And now the rain is falling,
Yet few are getting wet;
Umbrellas shield the words
Of a Son He once beget.
Exotic elephants excitedly
Enclose Eastern entertainers
Entering exclusive environment;
Expeditiously excluding entry
Every evening except Easter,
Exceptionally expedient exposure
Ensures elephant’s environs.
March 23, 2021
Where once the mighty timid
Flanders soldier shook
Bathed in foriegn mud underfoot
All but one and two a man
Hard fought and pressed with bayonets clenched in hand abreast
expedient beating pumping chest
Side by side shoulder deep
To breach to cross go over top
To run and face a hail of rapid bullets
And fall beside my brethren brother's
called selflessly to arms
For to return name unknown
With all and but medal to hang
and place my life and times upon
Heroic not in death and historic
battles rolled out come
rememberance day for poppy
sales
But rather in the blood of gallant
resplendent regimental fellow
soldiers saved
Who regail the the tales and
uphold the memories and names
of those solent brave
To whom they owe their own
salvation and lives to this day to
To them we say
We kneel
We bow
We must
We shall salute
Lest we forget
Unless forget we lest
The debt of gratitude yet still not paid
Is the price of peace
Is death and war
The DNA in our mothers cells
gloriously connects us all,
though injudiciously denied,
the demonstrated evidence ignored.
But that denial serves no one well,
brings only bitter tears,
allows absolution for avarice,
leaves all in troubled houses.
Mothers must have the will to persevere,
hearts that protest wrongs,
the wit to know lies,
and speak clear their hidden realities.
But still we hold to the half-truths
of expedient jealous traditions,
raise soaring barricades to simple reason,
perjure even our future world.
Mothers Day comes when we stop,
question the tales making us worthy,
and the foreigner less than human,
THAT will be our Mothers Day.
Have you—the uncounted colorless—truly crowned on us?
You seem to grin triumphantly from your fake castle.
But wait!
We won’t count on your temporary winning.
Life has trained us to befriend enemies:
Cancer, Chicken Fox, Small Fox, Chikungunya, Ebola,
Influenza, Malaria, Rubella, Roseola, SARS, HIV,
You name it…and Corona is of no difference!
Playing with fright, you’re so contagious, but have forgotten
that fears are so contingent, and reliantly expedient,
when tamed with patience and intelligence
to befriend you with diligence:
And you, the new paralyzed friend,
are never now making us threatened.
So, stop there, and let’s just be friends.
(Andreas Akun, 19 August 2020)
Should greed or ignorance wear blame?
That Africa once sold her kin
Years ago she traded huge pots
For the satisfaction of a plate of food
Her gems she gave for painted steel
Sacrificing her bed for a one night stand
I heard she pulled her tortoise from it's shell
And drank the thought of a better home
Her green serpent preferred the mud
And bore a grudge against green grass
Her coconut craved a mango tree
And her sun called for the sky at night
She killed her hen to seek more eggs
And collected milk in exchange for cattle.
She slept with many borrowed beliefs
Betraying her husband and her ways
She spread her legs for convincing men
And each dug deeply to make her weak
She opened her bosom to greedy men
Who sucked them dry and left them sagged
Crown her the promiscuous Mistress expedient
For she sold tomorrow to buy yesterday
By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
Lizdiamond Poetry World
The time glass
The morning takes a longer time awakening
the sun is hesitant hides in the east before showing its might.
The wind is blowing low at the entrance
it tires me out breathing becomes laborious.
I made dinner myself my wife has gone to the hospital to see
if her brother is well enough to live with us, if not we have
to send him to a place for those chronically ill.
I remember when my mother was no longer able to cope
we sent her to a home, she hated it, and in despair stopped eating.
We thought we were doing good, but we only did what was expedient for us.
I regret this she could live longer at her own home with
with a helper coming in once a day, my mother was not that
helpless she could make her coffee in the morning
and boil an egg, it was her untidiness people reacted against
books and magazines were cluttering up the home.
She liked her self rolled cigarettes and brandy which offended
the righteous.
My sin was I should have spoken up but sided with the many
who thought what was best for her.
A Pocket Full of Dreams
What do you do at the end of the day,
When you come to the end of the road?
When you lay down your burdens and enter the rest.
When you lay down life’s heavy load.
What do you do when you walk though the door.
And find all is not what it seems?
For there in your pocket as you walk through that gate.
Is a parcel of unfinished dreams.
Life is so busy with expedient things,
And attend to it all we must.
Voices cry out for attention it seems.
The turmoil makes quite a fuss.
But what do you do at the end of the road.
When your life is finished and spent?
When you’ve not taken time for the dreams that you had,
Or used the gifts you were lent?
Won’t you be sad at the end of the road?
To find it’s not all that it seems
When you reach in your pocket and find waiting there.
A parcel of unfinished dreams.
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