.
thuh cloak
'round mine
az my hunts
it's thick burly green
conceal'n theze
bulge'n
desperate
eyne
drool'n
mine
glister'n eye-teeth
drip
drip
mine tongue'z
drip
beg
Faith — a sudden Remedy —
Applied — without a Scar —
The Patient wonders — if it heals —
Or magnifies — the War —
The Candle — shows a narrow Room —
But darkens — all the Sky —
The Needle — points a certain North —
Yet trembles — if you try —
Belief — a timid Architect —
Constructs — without a Plan —
And when the Roof — collapses —
No Tenant — but the Man —
Faith is a fine Invention —
To satisfy the Blind —
But those — who seek a larger Proof —
Must frame a sterner Mind —
How are you doing?
You ask but quickly move on
not waiting for my answer ~
You ask not really wanting to know.
The truth being you don't expect
to hear how I am feeling.
You ask but are quite
satisfied not knowing
so you can resume your fantasy
that I am fine.
The reality is that I'm trying
to hold back the flood gates
long enough for you to manage
to get your act together.
How long are we going to avoid
the elephant in the room?
You're right to not get me started.
Don't go there.
Don’t... Just don’t.
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I say that I'm fine,
but really I'm not.
It doesn't seem to matter
so I don't say a lot.
There's no one I can talk to,
at least no one that cares;
and the one's that seem to
are just putting on airs.
So I just deal with it
the only way I know how.
So at least for the moment,
things are fine for now.
In younger days we booked a trip
And never gave a thought
To reasons we might cancel
And what refunds would be sought.
We rarely took insurance,
Health was not a big concern
And we never worried ‘bout the need
To suddenly return.
But age has made us cautious;
Carefree travel makes no sense
And by reading all the fine print,
Suddenly I’m on the fence.
Do we take a chance and go
Because our time is ticking fast
Or get stuck in the minutiae
‘Til the options have all passed?
Birdsong
And the leaves of grass
Make their own music
As the bubbling rill
Warbles it's way
Lawns hum their busy state
And butterflies add their flutter
~kcm
a cold fine mist drips
with east wind saturating all....
bed of zinnias pop
Are you unwilling or are you lame?
I don't get hung up on a name.
I ask only "do or don't".
Screw the line 'tween "can't and won't".
The result comes out the same.
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
a country that never was, that never had borders
He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
with Hamas in charge of ‘law and order’
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
whose people claim the land ‘from the river to the sea’
He somehow thinks that things will be fine
that such people will coexist with Israel peacefully
Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
though its Arabs came there to reap Jewish-Israel’s goldmine…*
Mr. Macron, it is the Jews who are indigenous to the land
No ‘recognition’ of yours can divvy up their sand
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*"Far from being an indigenous people, supplanted by Jewish
migrants, a close look at Palestinian origins and censuses
suggests most Arabs emigrated to Palestine alongside or
even after the Jewish immigration. ~ NSJ, National Secu-
rity Journal, 'Pandora's Box Opened,' July 25, 2025, MSN.
.
thuh touch
uv
hawaii
in
pennsyltucky
'neath thuh blue spruce
wily wear'n
whilst
wonderfully
hern nature
sweet hern reminder
"no matter where
no matter ware
no matter wear edvard"
Do not go gentle into that good night but rage,
rage against the dying of the light
—Dylan Thomas
sunny outside, not
cloudy inside; out
of my mind, mindless
wandering and wondering;
fine - fooling myself?
days tedious, no drums.
no inkling of a violin,
even to suffer with.
May be smoking hot,
but red skin is turning white.
falling up, failing to feel sorry
for oneself. calls limited
to a free for all. Fall
can’t come soon enough
with its brisk breeze,
booming colors, activities.
still, I will rest. I rest
in the curve
of the Almighty’s arm.
the arrow is set
in the string of the bow.
my smile longs
to jettison on the wind.
a windy day, to feel
the joy of friendship,
to fill my quiver
with euphoria.
still, we all must give up
a bit of ourselves,
not to be too full
of ourselves.
Time flies so fast, and so do I,
Never knowing what happiness is
Yet I search for eternal places—
Still, I am fine.
Those who nurse a grudge
And Inflict their pain on me.
Never knowing what beauty is
Yet I search for eternal places—
Still, I am fine.
But I pause to watch
The dance of flowers,
To hear the chirping of birds,
The murmuring of leaves.
I choose the path less discussed,
Less drastic, less adventurous,
So, I am destined to failure
Yet I search for eternal places—
Still, I am fine.
I’m Fine
Peel back the layers, it starts again
All of my life I've tried to pretend
That I'm fine, I'm fine
Pages are written, chapters are done
Many nights I've wanted to run
But I'm fine, I'm fine
Smokey white clouds fill most of my days
Memories linger in this gloomy haze
But i'm fine, I'm fine
I can remember everything
Songs, I have sung in violence, pierce as they sting
But I'm fine, I'm fine
Daggers and tarts shatter my heart
You said you loved me from the start
So I'm fine, just fine
Stuck in a circle, the wheels keep on spinning
I hear the laughter, they think their winning
But I'm fine, I'm fine
I only bend, i cannot break
Your presence guides me through all my mistakes
So, I'm fine, I'm fine
You draw the line into the sand
I have been rescued by more than mere man
So I'm fine, I'm fine
Fire that burns all my defenses
I can no longer hold on to pretenses
I’m fine, I’m fine
You can see through to the depths of me
I can see that you are setting me free
So, I'm fine, just fine!
By: Sabina Nicole
FINE WELL WELL I COM FOR YOU- BEAUTIFUL I COME FOR YOU
Beautiful I am coming for you
I am coming
I am coming
Wonderful Father's daughter
I am coming
Mine your my dream come truth
I thank you my Queen, my love
Fine i am come for you
I am come
I am come
Wonderful papa's pikin
i am come
Mine ya mai dream com true
I thank you mai queen, mai love
5/27/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
dedicated and written for Abilhail Adamilo Katarma-
we've built this house of cards
now that could tumble any moment
should you unilaterally decide
to change the game
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