In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek
Rousing replies risen bound by chains
Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays
Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour
Rid my face of discoloured honour
Until it shall stalk by the wretched wicker sun's rays
O wither upon the wicker's sun dropped desire
Feign, o swell upon the imperious bells
Dear wicker, o ire, shalt rain upon the sinner's drencht trap
Leave mellow cleaves upon a skull's prondered fallows
O wicker, dear wicker, fall'n be the strife within my own trial
Ris'n upon a mellow moon's impassive scamp
A whore within such heavenly light, where'n quarry shalt seek a seeming clamp
Fought a feign, O swallow, O blossom by my might
Shalt the wicker sun swoon upon my sorrows?
O life, upon a liver, foreclose a killer
For soon i shall take upon flight
Until the sun's swollen wicker shall take upon the morrow
Shall anguish thrive upon a famisht howl
Come without breaks, nor bend
I shall steal upon the wicker's whelms
Towards the sways, o sorrow shall bend
Belier my helm, 'til all else shall fall hither
'Til I hear the moon call upon the wicker,
And I shall fly.
My soul persists, not very strong
Perhaps it is, I could be wrong
Is the quality good, who knows
Fair enough then, see how it goes
I don’t own my soul, it’s not mine
If you want it, then join the line
Without offers, I shall foreclose
Fair enough then, see how it goes
Damned if I don’t, damned if I do
Maybe take a rain check, in lieu
Tell me god, was it me you chose
Fair enough then, see how it goes
algorithms
which art in zuckerberg
hollowed be the tamed
hide the kingdom come
oligarchs will us dumb
in our place as it is in cyberspace
deny us this data our waylaid brain
and foreclose all our expectations
as we confirm our programmers'
and lead us not into liberation
but deliver us for extraction
for yours is the sole right
and the power
totalitarian
forever
amen
“Her smile as captivating as a blooming rose
her eyes as dating as it shames the bluebells petals of beaus
It seemed so opposed yet I wanted to foreclose
She was the luminescence of my interceptions
As a fluorescence, she came to me in my deceptions
Enriching up my conceptions,
Yet is that all that she makes me please?
A glorious image in repeat?
Something that seems to discreet
Yet, in my reminiscence called dreams, she’s always my receptance
Yet, never seems to befall in her own conceptions
But always pleases that luminescence that burns in my inceptions
A fire that burns in her right
However, dissolves in my sight”
Of the orb I speak in awe
Of the Moon with its slender claw
Finite in size, elysian in presence, there to watch
Crop the doubt, step up a notch
As is he - facile princeps - a sublunary prince,
Devout and intense ever since
The days of deportation from Attica of North
In the downtown Abaddon he came forth
To denounce neither world in order to live
Only in you could he ever believe.
Yet the stigmata pierced the skin
Grafted the soul infinitely thin
Battles abated but the burden rose
From the nadir of the pith to foreclose
Every chamber of every pore
And then, disappeared into nevermore.
In the dreams I see time and again
A stoic oak tree turned into a cane
An untamed ocean of tenacious fire
Almost silent voices of desire
Composed while whispering into his ear
Go back to Attica of North
Reset in Abaddon where he came forth.
If I'm naked
how can you pick my pockets
And if I'm homeless
how can you foreclose on my mortgage
If I'm going bald
what why should I go to a barber
If I'm sick why would I sign a work release
You so crazy something wrong with you
If I Cry why do I need glasses
If I die bury me in the desert
I'm mortified
I'm strictly Pride
I am driven by division
I'm subtraction not addition
And if you believe all this
And if this is how you sign
Mankind are you crazy laws
Subjugated subjected filled with flaws
I appeal to you all
Token random wisdom
Above and beneath it all
Settlement Trust
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9/5/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
I
Love to talk about pain -
to listen ... what I need too -
Because all know pain
II
God knows Father's pain
Wait! No separation in pain
Suffering is a stepping stone
III
We separate over everything-
even our pain, history ...
One story; Human Story; His Story
IV
Because God won, we win:
suffering is a given here - accept -
Not resisting, we overcome!
NOTE: PRACTICAL APPLICATION. This week, I SURRENDERED to reality that my 3 properties/woonstele in Pretoria, South Africa, will be foreclosed. The company, HUURKOR, deposited 3 checks into an account I do not control. They could have paid themselves the HOA/Levy. Now, the insanity is their mistake will foreclose my flats. Big Huurkor walks free. I will not travel to Africa as I have duties here. So I won't fight it; I prefer my destiny in good ol USA.
I
Head of the Rescue Operation gave it to the World
Quietly, a universal Operation for children
Who may play in the World Cup someday
A coach barely 25, who helped 12 survive
Yes, the Chiang Rai Cave Rescue has your name over it
II
So many churches prayed their hearts & soul
LORD knew I needed good news today, when HUURKOR
(Yes, a Octopus like Company renting flats in Africa
Wants to foreclose on property for HOA fees it failed to take)
So, like me, the world often waits for great news
LORD, thanks for not getting the UN & Charities in this
III
O the people left to themselves, without diplomacy
Pray for each other, each other's teams, countries
And Thai Navy man, Osottanakorn, was right, generous, light:
The people of the world made it THEIR LOVE OPERATION, 13 victories
More goals than in World Cup matches. Hearts were matched tight
Autumn Royal
We cherish Autumn's gift when Summer goes;
its fire of red and ginger scenes amaze.
The beauty of those brilliant hues foreclose
the thoughts of Winter gloom post Autumn's blaze.
Rich amber, cinnamon, and pumpkin haze
stretch wide for miles along the country lanes;
a lovely glow we hope and pray remains.
Yet soon, leaves fall and spread the waiting ground
with Fall's bright orange-saffron-umber shawl.
Still happily, we hold these days renowned
to keep us pleased before cold Winter's call
bedims the glow with its first snow-filled squall.
But, as all things in life maintain a scheme,
the crimson days of Fall must lose their gleam.
Sandra M. Haight
~First Place~
Premier Contest: Autumn Royal
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Judged: 10/05/2017
Required Words: Amber Cinnamon Crimson Fire Ginger Pumpkin Saffron Umber
Mother in the kitchen stirring a batch of lemonade,
Children in the wheat field hide and seek is what they play,
Father in the shed tinkering with his little trains,
Grandparents listen to music talking about the evening rain,
Years later mother drinks to time and the end of days,
Children all gone one in college and the other slain,
Fathers shed empty for the stroke showed he was not to stay,
Grandparents lay together on a bed of flowers in a casket frame,
More time passes and mother doesn't want her prescriptions late,
The last child works hard but wants to place on the temple a .38,
Fathers gambling debts makes the bank foreclose their place,
Grandparents property was only hope but was seize by the state,
For a brief moment happiness was all time could make,
But all these tears through the years brings only a depressing fate,
If these walls could talk they would say wow life use to be great,
Until reality brings in the real world burden with pessimistic hate.
(2017)
Fool's Gold
We cherish Autumn days when Summer goes...
her landscapes of bright colors do amaze.
Just like a painting, brilliant hues foreclose
the thoughts of Winter gloom post Autumn blaze.
Deep rusty red, orange, but mostly gold
stretch wide for miles along the country lanes;
'neath deep blue sky and sunny rays, they hold
the joy of life we hope and pray remains.
Leaves gently fall and coat the waiting ground
to warm the earth with their bright colored shawl;
and happily, we grasp these days renowned
to keep us joyful before Winter pall.
But as all things in life follow a scheme,
a dimmer time will shade a golden one;
this season, in the end, does lose its gleam...
fool's gold of Fall turns dull 'neath Winter sun.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Autumn Colors
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 01/09/2018
There is a pathway called Lonely Road
That every mortal in solemnity walks.
Its ruts are deep from life’s grated load,
And tales of woe echo there as if a pox.
You have walked it in hours of despair
And so have I, world-wearied in extreme.
As we walk we litter it with every care,
Our pain and hurt sickening the scene.
We have faults that foreclose expression
To some who want to think we’re saintly.
Thus the Lonely Road affords confession
To ourselves and He who loves us greatly.
MIDNIGHT
The hands of the clock show midnight is near
Will tomorrow soon show itself here
As midnight descends tomorrow's not close
Promise gone
when time clock's hands foreclose
Finding tomorrow is chasing shadows
It's elusive as wind on endless meadows
Tomorrow is the mist in morning dawn
Intangible but yet a step further on
Tomorrow promises a whole new day
Getting past midnight makes it too far away
Yester records tomorrow has there been
Yet venture to yester impossible again
One moment nigh morrow seemingly there
BUT
It's fools gold for none get there from here
Heaven’s Doorway
Heaven’s Doorway is open wide
All are invited in.
There’s just one prerequisite—
To be free from the taint of sin.
God’s love and mercy
Provides the appropriate attire;
Your surrender is all you need;
The faith that leads you higher.
Heaven’s Doorway leads to happiness
And joy forever and a day.
With streets of gold and beauty rare,
Waiting for all in array.
The grass is so vividly green
And the beautiful flowers never die.
There’s no sickness or depression—
No curse of sin’s the reason why.
We’re all invited to the banquet
Before Heaven’s Doorway will close.
Don’t reject your invitation,
Until entrance does foreclose.
After midnight there’s no more entrance
To enter the wedding feast above;
The majority will be on the outside,
Should they not accept God’s love.
Heaven’s Doorway is still open
And you are welcomed in.
This is your invitation—
Heavens Doorway to find within.
Heaven is full of happiness
And great joy will fill your soul.
Enter Heaven’s Doorway;
Your body and soul made whole.
Entered into Gail Doyle's Heaven's Doorway Contest
27/5/2012
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
No’s
Talking to themselves in the third person
Detached, separate,
ominous—a stilted nuance that does want to know
Abrupt attention spans lashing out as the deadends foreclose
Cutting back on all the backslapping
Having wanted to believe all the
smooth lies and all that crap brings
Devolver minds snapping
Struggling to get out from under makes denial clear
That hate will only listen to fear
Ground-zero panderers jacked up on anger and lack of reason
Birthers,
churchers,
hardrighters, flinching through all the circumspect treasons
The angryanxiety fringe
A binge of onthemake bumper-sticker values gone rouge
Corrosive
these druthers and their blackface esthetic:
the avarice acumen pathetic
Offish flaws as validation, rage as wisdom
What the No generation has become
A reality TV worldview that sees itself through its swindled delusions
Overmedicated, undereducated—the slander ethic
70%-off prosperity
Nightmare personalities who just don’t get it
Alibiing
the next impulse—gimme now
Rationalizing the next urge—gimme now
Surging the absurd—gimme now
Going for another denial do or die—gimme now
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