The morning light spills gold across the floor,
Yet shadows linger where your laughter stayed.
The clock ticks on, but I can’t close the door,
For time can’t heal the shape your absence made
The moon-controlled tide continues to kiss sand
It can recall the voice that I can no longer hear
Though thousands of stars still glow above the land
Their beauty falls dim at thoughts of you, my dear
Yet, I adjust my life to live without your voice
We discussed days happenings, nature, God's love
Now life has to be lived, continued, there's no choice
I think of you each time I see those wonderful doves
Grief floods my heart, and mind so many times
I never know when something will of you remind
Me, as flowers you planted without reason or chime
All spring more appeared for all of us to find
Did you know death was near and wanted us to see
You in every place on these acres, which used to grow
Crops; just like you to start planting not stop; just be
Well, I want you to know that your spirit still does flow
"River is just ready to flow,
may be fast or may be slow :
Normal water flow to carry
aims to reach an estuary.
"Natural to meet the sea
We are accustomed to see.
Non -stop runs ! Then and then ?
Otherwise, what to happen ?"
"River runs, rushes at ease
not forever as it seems.
"Okay ! That's right, whatever !
Then, what's it's behaviour? "
‘" It mixes with the ocean.
after unique unison."
" May I ask , then and then ?"
"You are asking just in vain . "
" There's no end in endeavour !
It tries to run forever."
Non-stop ceaseless river goes
Continuous as it flows."
" So ! River is too clever.
Great wonder for a river ."
" River may flow in bluster
or dry up on disaster."
" Yet, Question : Forevermore ?"
" River has got highest score.
Forever none can exist.
Always fair chance to extinct. "
FLOWS FROM MY HEART THROUGH MY SPIRIT MY SOUL
LA AHH LA LA LA WAAH AH AH AHHH!
Flowing, ever moving
Down softly cascading
Moving effortlessly
Flowing like a stream
A river
Up and down stream
Just being a wet moist path
A path way to the oceans, seas
I just can’t believe it yet
Ever so blessedness
Water flows from my heart through my spirit my soul
Currently embellished
Riches hard golden heaven
More than masses
Overflows the wealth
A mountain
Higher than the space, from ground
Even up past heaven, soars
A path way to the spaces, universe
I just received the gift, gifts from God overflow
Overflowing, Hallelujah
Mountain highs, Water flows from my heart,
Through my spirit to my soul
3/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
“Do not stir up or awaken love until it pleases.” (Song of Solomon 2:7)
A monetary love token.
For my beautiful love
View who are chosen golden
Love flows
A beautiful song note flowing
I embrace heart ever knowing
The spiritual part
Our Father's breath
Our Father's kiss
Though. I can't give the world
I love you so
Love flows
I can give you a gentle Man
Pray you understand
Learning to love as God does
Is Agape Beautiful
As God do
I Love you
Love flows
2/28/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The day awakens grey today
Life will continue, water still flows
plants will grow, preparing for the spring
Life will continue, blood in the veins
Hearts will still beat.
Tomorrow’s future is not known
Life will continue, water still flows
though we know not how
They tell me, “be kind”,
“be gentle with yourself”
Other hearts still beat.
It is hard , as the days move on,
Life will continue, water still flows
The moon will follow her predestined path
Leaves will paint the trees with green
Flowers will bring your smile to mind
and you will live forever
in my heart
blood in the veins
hearts will still beat. water still flows:
(“Kailash Kora”, 2011, original oil)
An endless river flows in these emotions
Each thoughtfeeling bouncing along
The rocky bed
Somewhere up ahead, a lake or at last
An ocean awaits
And then the river will be released
And I will no longer be the me
I always thought I was
Or wanted to become.
(1/19/26)
Come and get me flows of energy
Sporadic movement complexities
Near the breach of powers flow
Electrified contingencies grow
Be it tolerable life is plentiful
~
Who am I and what am I meant to be
Lo, it is I who is Flows of energy
1/4/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
it's g
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when we l*o*v*e with our h*e*a*rt*s
love lives in h*e*a*r*t*s
l*o*v*e becomes a j—o—k—e
when it f~~l~~o~~w~~s one w—a—y ~
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R-iver
I-n
S-ilent
H-orizons
T-reads
A-cross
Y-our
A-bstract
S-ea.
©bfa052925
Monocrostic (Birthday of Irish B. Tayas)
Progress flows like a river of light through time,
transforming the old man into a shadow of smoke,
a titan of sinew fading into the mist of memory,
replaced by an avatar of contemporary gentleness.
This one, sculpted from new desires and norms,
carries the days like a dream of vegan colors,
where meat is just a myth told by extinguished fires,
and wine, a relic of victories from long ago.
He, who neither smokes nor drinks, yet infuses his soul
with essences that seduce his senses in a dance of change,
in a world where ecology becomes a green religion,
and dogs are companions through the gardens of eternity.
Progress sings to a society that hides its shadows
beneath the mask of the blue light of vibrating screens,
sublimating evil into electric-hearted benefits,
where civilization is born from glandular dreams.
In this world, every person is an island of dreams,
a pawn on the board of a game with changing rules,
where progress is a new garment for old desires,
and the flow of consciousness is a wave of carried melancholy.
Written: May 22, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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Spring Hiku 9
spring sun sets down
sleepy wrens dream in their n e t s
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The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel
as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day.
The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel
in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray.
In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright,
silver dust disperses sequined shimmer on the shadow of sorrow.
The rhythmic rustle of dead leaves makes the melody of delight,
tear drops turning to pearls of dew sparkle on barren meadow.
Carved deep in the vale of woe the stream of discontent flows,
where the ecstasy of resurgence cascades with happy memory.
If despair finds a niche of empathy as the wrecking storm blows,
despondency morphs into halcyon heart’s beguiling beauty.
Life goes on
flows and changes
no matter what.
Day replaces night
spring comes after winter.
We all want to live happily:
quietly and peacefully
joyfully and brightly.
We all want to love
raise children
work with pleasure
and earn money.
As you see, as you dream
a life full of meaning.
In the deep silence of my thoughts, a river of dreams flows through forgotten forests,
Shadows dance with memories while the heart races through labyrinths of emotions,
The wind whispers secrets of falling stars, time overturning upon us,
Rain of light reveals untold stories, deep longings from quiet souls.
Sky and earth embrace at the horizon, guardians of dreams lost in time,
Silent mountains watch with wisdom the eternal dance of pure and serene existence,
Wind embraces leaves and stones, whispering to them the tale of hidden eternity,
Universe of endless questions, we seek answers in gazes like in mirrors of water.
In the depths of night, silence sings a lullaby for souls weary under stars,
We lose ourselves in thoughts, navigating among desires, falling stars of darkness,
In the grace of the moment, everything dissolves under moonlight, travelers through the universe of dreams,
World of dreams and hopes, each heartbeat a step towards eternity.
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