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Details | I do not know? |

This Just Used To Be Unrequited Love

Do you despise me?
Every-time you look at me do you taste dirt in your mouth?
Do you fill yourself with rage at the mention of my name?
Or maybe it's just pity?
Because to you I am nothing more than an animal,
And you're the poacher.


Details | Free verse |

The First Day I Put Clothes On

The First Day I Put Clothes On

I was in the garden just me and my wife
This shortly after been given life
Was no rain, no weather then
All we had was just our skin
But alas this creature maybe that I've named
Came and told my spouse everything
So he seduced her and told her everything
On how we knew as much and maybe more than the creator
In advance we were told not to eat
None of the tree of the forbidden fruit
Ahh! but again we were beguiled
As the creature said you won't surely die
So first my naked wife took the fruit
Placed it in her mouth she bit of it
Then offered it up to me she said
Go on, it's O K
Now the winds came upon me
And the power of God was walking
And He spoke to me, and said...
 "Now I see did you bite of the tree I told you not to eat"
I got cold in quilt and shame
I called on His name
I said to His looked Him in the eyes
And said this woman YOU gave me say it's ALL RIGHT
God said WHY WERE YOU HIDING
I said I was scared and afraid and naked
God said WHO TOLD YOU WERE NAKED
Ahh! I guess this man the serpent
Ahh! but again we were beguiled
Now the winds came upon me
So you see the real first pair of clothing was not animal skins
But the shredded articles of my first SINS
All we had was just physical eternal life on this earth in our skins
I was wrong...............
This is the first day I put clothes on

10/11/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Details | Couplet |

Marjan - the Pearl of Afghanistan

MARJAN - THE PEARL OF AFGHANISTAN . . . 
 
MERA JAAN MARJAN . . .

Given as a gift from Germany to Kabul zoo in Afghanistan 
No fields to run in - just a miserable enclosed barren land
 
You were blessed with a beautiful lioness partner - Chucha
She must have made you feel no less than a majestic Shah 
 
You survived against all the invasions and the bloody wars
Behind those dark miserably cramped closed barring doors
  
You were a survivor that against - all the cruelly made odds
Was even threaten to be killed by the - unholy Taliban sods

But your loyal keeper fought for your life - using the Quran
With the prophet Muhammad helping you to all understand

That an animal is to be respected - he also had his own pets
To kill you Marjan would in the end only have its own regrets

But you were brought down by an - egotistical Mujahedeen
Who you killed for mauling your Chucha - for fun it seemed

In turn the killed brother gave you three grenades as a gift
The damage it caused you was more than deserved - swift

You lost your sight in one eye and near all of it in the other
Because of a under deserving revenge of a grieved brother

You lost all of your teeth - with the blast all of your hearing
Yet you survived - to Afghans you became more endearing 

That they took it upon themselves to then kill this very man
For the ignorance of the situation as he did not understand

You had thought this man was a threat to your lioness pride
As it was in the end his own fault he was attacked then died

As the wars in Afghanistan raged so did the famine drought
When it came to food I was afraid there was little of it about

But the Afghan people gathered in force to see you were fed
No one wanted the Shah Marjan from hunger be found dead

You came through all of this - skin sagging on a frame so lean
But for it all never did once made you ferocious or seen mean

As your beloved keeper walked with you within your enclosure  
For all of your injuries you always maintained your composure

Your name traveled worldwide - and they all come to do their best
But after a quarter of a century you had then laid yourself to rest

This tribute is to you mera jaan Marjan – the pearl of Afghanistan
May you always with Chucha  - fly free high above this desert land

Higher and higher with the longed for eternal peace may you soar  
As the winds carry along with it your once mighty and proud roar

Marjan - 1976 - 2002 - The Pearl of Afghanistan . . .

Indiana Shaw . . . -_-

Book: Shattered Sighs