REFLECTIONS OF A WATERED ELDER
IN AND OF WE GREENS ??
Like the bright green grass,
We continue onward growth:
God, fertilizing.
Our youth, moist and fresh,
Are in dire need of being dried and
Cured to withstand today's trying times.
Void of Rights of Passage–barely rooted
And anchored in the sustaining energy
Of ourstory, our youth have become like
Unchartered ships in aimless serpentine waters,
Whorlwinding in a socio-psycho, bigoted cesspool:-
In Proverbs and Psalms
It has been collectively written:
“Train a [child] in the way
[They should go…[and] that the Lord
Is [the] light in [their] salvation;
[Whom] should [they] fear?”
The resurrection of the Village waits,
And the youth too; come, fellow elders,
Let us mirror and reflect ourstory’s journey
In a way our youths may envision their
Present-day destination: Least we fail
In ourstory’s present journeying:-
??: Extended family name
I enter the interchamber
I closed the door to my mind
I my mind the enter's chamber.
I talk to you, my mind's eye.I see you, I hear you. Eye am talking to you.I call Yahweh
I call Yahweh Jireh Lord will provide
I call Yahweh Rapha-Lord who heals
I call Yahweh Nissi you're my banner
When we can't see which way to move
I choose you Yahweh Shalom my peace
I call you Yahweh Roi you know the path I"m on
I call you Yahweh Tsidkenu, you're the Lord of rightousness
I call you Yahweh Shama, Lord your there you're here
I call Yahweh Sabath the Lord of Host
I call El Elion God most High
I call El Roy you see me as God you see
I call ABBA FATHER most intiment my family name
I enter the interchamber
I closed the door to my mind
I my mind the enter's chamber.
I talk to you, my mind's eye.I see you, I hear you. Eye am talking to you.I call Yahweh
7/13/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026
He stands beside his child
the way a tree stands beside its shadow~
not owning it,
not shaping it,
but offering a place to grow
in the shelter of his presence.
The boy leans in,
trust quiet as breath,
as if he already knows
that the world is easier to face
when a father’s steadiness
is close enough to touch.
There is no need for words.
Love moves in the small distances~
the space between two hands,
the tilt of a shoulder,
the soft gravity that pulls
one life toward another.
On Father's Day
what matters most
is not the weight of legacy
or the echo of a family name,
but the simple truth
that a child stands taller~
when a father stands near.
Samsonette
Rock Of Gibraltar
Power and Strength
Might at great length
Following the legacy of her father Samson
Family name
Crushes rocks like small pebbles
Lifts heavy objects like they are a feather
Bends bars
Wonder Woman distinction
Samsonette with a body lean and curvy
No man should ever try to get fresh
Samsonette will prove her power
Any hour in endower
Samsonette strong in all accords
Muscles hard as steel
Samsonette knocked out a hefty Bull in one pounding blow
One punch with intensity
Samsonette is no ordinary woman
Abilities far greater than mortals
Towns people often mocked her saying she is nothing more than a myth
No woman on Earth could be that strong
The God’s say otherwise
Words having no limit
Samsonette being strong and Aesthetic.
Sad Fate
“Have you been in the graveyard?” Asked Master Satan
Yes, I've been there, and I visited the gravestone. You asked
I talked about this in an earlier poem. The Forgotten Heroes
Sad life, sad past. Hmm. Pain is this monument. These names
Hmm. One of them is Thomas. Royal Altirelly. Twenty-five years
Hmm. There is Lilian. Aged one hundred and five years.
The same family names
Can you read this information?
Oh, so sad this story. Hmm. History
And, there is a little board
The text is tear-jerking
Harrowing. Painful
“What is the text?
Please."
Hmm
Okay
In Proud Remembrance of
Willie
Died whilst a prisoner
of war in the far east
Hmm. The same family name
“So this is a short story of a family.”
Yes
Very sad
“It’s that
God bless them.”
Hmm
Fate
“Hmm
Life”
Not a
Tale
“Hmm"
Rest in Peace
Your father is Kazakh,
you are Kazakh,
Kazakh is in your family name,
You are in your native country.
Or tell me where are You came?
Tell me truth:
- Is your mother tongue so difficult?
Or the language of another country, so easy mean?
Please answer a simple question.
Don't you like your mother tongue?
Tell me truth:
- Is your mother tongue so weak?
Or is it so embarrassing to speak in the mother tongue?
I'm confused about these without an answer.
Tell me the reason for this question, which I do not know.
To this country that does not speak its own language these days,
Only the Kazakh language is not needed now.
If I recall names till father’s grand sire
And no farther save my family name
That goes back to centuries or higher,
Which, no one did find it fit to reframe.
Mayhap, my ancestors did choose to teach,
Or way back in old times did Vedas read,
To which we now bare but curiously reach,
And say: what’s in a name save psychic id.
I scarce even justify my first name—
An ancient man, in battles hard to win,
But no such rare prowess I aim to claim,
And love to just write--- if my pen stays green.
Whatever fount whence this name might have come,
Let me handsome hymns for that wellspring hum.
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Sonnet |06.06.2024| name
He knew all there was to know
About the frying game
Haddock, cod, skate and ling
All treated just the same.
A deft flick of the wrist to draw
Each piece through the batter
Then the basket lowered into
The hot oil’s spit and splatter.
A basket full chips
Placed alongside
For food of the gods
Quickly deep fried.
Well wrapped in clean paper
When the order was complete
Or the wrapping left open
To be eaten on the street.
Salt pepper vinegar
To add to the flavour
Giving a hot meal for
Any person to savour.
Sits well on top of pints
Calms a stomach down
Known to all and sundry as
The best chippie in town.
The third generation
Carrying on from his dad
A point he emphasised
When he ran his local ad.
Proudly above his shop was
Displayed his family name
And they knew all there was
To know about the frying game.
The whole world down, to our floaters of love,
be the Agrias Butterfly, from South
and Central America. In awe of
their mystique hues and mid-sized, word-of-mouth
spreads 'neath tropical forest canopies,
their delicacy is rather putrid,
from decaying fruits to rotting fishy.
Their family name is the 'Brush Footed
Butterfly's, because they have four hind legs
used for walking and two short, sort of front
legs slash brushes, hairy sensory pegs
that tastes and smells. A basic tool to hunt.
Beauty accentuates hidden splendors ...
tropical Impressionist ascenders.
Once a promising cruise
has become a curse
fare thee well
to a land I will never meet
as I become one with the ocean
my bones shall lie at the bottom
of its endless graveyard
taking my freedom for a new life
and my family name with it
all things must end
yet the tragic history
of the Titanic
will live on
Mrs Wordsworth had a new baby
William was his name
She was so proud of her little son
Not expecting his rise to fame
He was a famous poet
I think Poet Laureate of his time
His beautiful choice of words
And the way he made them rhyme
This made him very wealthy
And he knew what his words were worth
I do not think his family name
Was an accident of birth
William Wordsworth!
He just ran off the cliff.
The witnesses said something looked to have drove him wild.
A lady said that she saw a cloaked figure and then that figure just disappeared out of sight.
He had just been acquitted of that murder case, found not guilty at that trial.
Taken the land and the wealth of that family by some legal loopholes and lines.
The judge spoke of the past and how the case was similar to one of another time.
With the same names of people involved and the same motives and family ties.
Except one hundred years ago his ancestor walked free to a privileged life.
The other family disappeared into the destitution and poverty of that life.
Now a curse was brought upon the titled name of the demised. It’s said an invisible force would be forever watching through invisible eyes.
It’s said that if another of that family name was found innocent of their guilt by the legal powers that preside.
Justice would be served by a cloaked dagger that would strike from a distant time.
Chose forgiveness
Love upon our pillow
Showed us where to go
Blessed our sleep
Guided feet
God is with us
I AM trust
Pink shirt girl
Your love is out of this world
You always held out your hand
Lord's heart took care of his lamb
You made us twinkle
Even gave us sparkle
Birds of the sky
Will always have our Father's eye
Honor to our family name
Respected the Holy reign
True love does not fade
The silent star who he has made
Jesus Christ son of David
This crown they gave him
Wrote the words above his head
Just like it was said
New love of life
Jesus Christ
Remember
Bless each other
...Though in closing, it must be said
they did not remain there for long.
A damned Yankee wed to a Reb?
The locals all declared it wrong.
Like many others they went west,
and made Colorado there home,
the family lives there to his day,
‘Abner’ a family name well-known.
…and ‘April’ too.
Ushering forth from the womb
Born into this world with a
silver spoon awaiting
The burden of one's title responsibility
and family name
This became and turned into a
derivative of entitlement of grandeur
and selfish indulgence
Until such day as the bright lights and a
A-list Hollywood actress came stealing
him away
And so swept up in the desire and thought
of love
He lost his very way only to realize
1 fateful day to late
That what he had in fact sold his soul
out for
Was instead a ticket to the most superficial
disingenuous circus whirlwind show ever
witnessed on planet earth
That unfortunately for him never in his
wildest dreams ever have conceived
Sadly for you Harry though when all is said
and done
And I am sure over time you will
eventually realize
Megan is not and will never be on
a par or a substitute for Dianne
your mother
And you will only likewise ever have
1 Father and 1 Brother
Who I hazard a guess have your best
interests at heart
More than your new found friend's
such as talk show hosts
Oprah and James
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