("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustics digitally collaged by Stephen Langer)
What Will You Do
When the aliens come
What will you do?
Will you go dragged kicking and screaming
Only to remember nothing,
Or will you go willingly
With the curiosity of a child?
What’s there after all
In the Great Mother ship,
A portal, a station, theatre of the mind
In multidimensional surround sound
Revealing a multiverse of limitless potential
Or a black hole of limited impossibility?
I don’t know, but it bears considering.
In my experience such things happen without choice,
Like a moth to a flame
Or sonambulator in the dark,
But why not be prepared
With your choice already made?
“Beam me up Scotty”
It’s gotten too crazy down here,
And what I took for an intelligent lifeform
Has turned out to be a mirage.
Ah, much better in multidimensional surround,
Thanks Ma.
(7/9/24)
Sweetest love of best care
comes from Mother dearest
greeting with morning glow
midst prayer that’s fervent
for the Lord’s blessing flow.
Sweetest love of best care
is exposed along grace
by Mother’s cheerful ray
as her embrace so warm
wraps my soul every day.
Sweetest love of best care
exudes tender mercy
oozing from Mother’s heart
while nursing woe and pain
smiting grief to depart.
Sweetest love of best care
marked by peace and kindness
props my triumphant drive
as great Mother* lives on
with legacy to thrive.
*2 Kings 4:30 - And the mother of the child said, As the LORD liveth, and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee. And he arose, and followed her.
February 28, 2024
1st place, "Mamma" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 3/10/2024
Quietly true... You’re good in God reasoning
You have a gift of innocent youthful passion
On a unabridged Again minus your dislikes (apathy)
I don't want to do it, boredoms. Boredom...
You're a great mother hence a great day care co-provider
A great nurse your strongest gift is caring; helping, nurturing,
Spiritually/physically,
Your heart, your mind that order.
God's humanity His children. People are your,
Some people in GOD through Him are your co- blessings
You just need four things for your hearts desires, your business dreams.
Father Elohim Abba Father God His Son Jesus His Holy spirit 3 in
1 1 +3 is 4 love you are the next number of His creation/equation.
8/2/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Oh, how I doo love a didge..
Toned like one of many voices of our great Mother Earth; entrancing and slightly shamanic.
It's how I imagine She hums to Herself, deep in Her rhythmic, rumbling ground.
There's something about the way that humble, all consuming sound
resonates right through my whole body and mind -
I cannot help but find it both soothing and simulating at the same time..
There's nothing quite like how, when one is played really well,
I feel like its vibration is emancipating my soul from every cell.
Give me a long, hollow piece of wood any day.
And someone to breathe down it in that special, circular way.
Put a good rhythm on their tongue,
and let The Love inflate their lungs,
and I'd more than happily spend from dawn 'til dusk
laid flat,
heart open, eyes closed,
being didgeridoo'd at.
Today is Mother's Day of 2022.
But I can not spend it with you.
You died over nine years ago.
Love was what you once showed.
Many people celebrate this day.
But in 2013, you passed away.
Mother's Day is what I tolerate.
It's a day that I can't celebrate.
I can't celebrate but I wish I could.
You died and you're gone for good.
You were a great mother and that's true.
If I could, I would tell you that I love you.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]
Why can the world not rid itself
Of this wart on the world body politic?
A man who thinks too highly of himself
Making the entire free world heartsick
Why must we have these Hitler-types
Who disrupt the growth of democracy?
They are, frankly, satanic prototypes
Who thrive on their narcissistic vanity.
Does he not realize the folly of his ways
That all dictators come to a sad finality,
Why does he choose to spend his days
Flaunting vicious international illegality?
The great Mother Russia needs no Putin
She will be greater without this rodent,
Seems we are dealing with a Rasputin
To Siberia this tyrant needs to be sent!
written March 14, 2022
The Young man travels
Surrounded by the Great Sprit
Be one with nature
Feels the energy
0f rocks, trees, mountains, animals…
Be one with nature
Adventure - Wonder
Respect - Freedom - Bravery
Be one with nature
Of the Great Mother
Humble Knows is a small part
Be one with nature
I thought of her smile, her love, her life,
many lovely moments in the past,
a great mother and devoted wife,
when she breathed her last.
many a purpose her life avail,
many a role and many a cast,
her feats in life had carved a long trail,
when she breathed her last.
Never a moment to stop or rest,
Never her life zeal would fly half mast,
she gave family her very best,
till she breathed her last.
what praise or glory can one bestow,
on a mother’s kingdom timeless vast,
we bow in her honour as tears flow,
she has breathed her last!
2nd placement
Mother poetry contest
Constance La France
Written 08/Feb /2021
In honour of my mother who will live on in hearts.
9,9,9,5 syllables
Sponsor Constance La France
Mother poetry contest old or new poems
Roberta lived on this earth for so many years!
Was a great mother, wife, and grandmother, too.
A long and fulfilling life with joy, completion and no fears.
I was a bridesmaid, when she married my first cousin.
A match truly designed in heaven!
Their life filled with fun,music boating and events by the dozens!
God called Roberta home, this cold wintry day!
She was gravely ill and had to go.
Roberta! So very lucky to see your God, without delay..
Farewell and hugs, your life was one loving awesome show!
To my Cousin Dennis~compassionate husband and so sweet a soul!
12/15/2020
Condolences and Tribute
As her loving caregiver, Dennis, I know you are shedding tears.
We were all raised to know that we all will be in heaven.
For that we do know, that is the prized, golden, final goal!
~Peace and love, Cousin Dennis~
Love, Cousin P.
All In A Day
All in a day I can feel all types of ways.
Never feeling happy, looking forward to better days.
All in a day I go from one mood to another
Praying to God I’ll always be a great mother
How can this be when he’s taking me down?
Never does he want to fix my frown.
Usually the cause, it’s his words that cut
All in a day many doors open and shut.
William Kekaula
9/2/2020
All In A Day
Micro Burst
I live in Old Town
Up on the tenth floor
my windows face west
And when I look out
My eyes are blessed
With a mountain view
But this evening the
Skies are midnight dark
Two hours before sunset
Winds from the north
Have sent the treetops
Swaying back and forth
In a frenetic bugaloo
Of bend don’t break
As the great mother
Throws her hissy fit
Unknowable anger driving
Her emotions down streets
Alleyways and canyons
No cars no people
Below my rattling windows
Just invisible wind bursts
Blowing trash and fallen
Leaves south with attitude
Driven by brute strength
And my thoughts drift
Toward bed and pillows
Hoping that tomorrow morning
Will be sunny and warm...
This universe
Beyond that
Great,God
This planet
Below that
Great,mother
God,mother after
Heaven,home after
At heaven sits God
At home mother!
Knowing that I am a child of God that Jesus Christ died for me so I could have life that I am saved knowing that I am going to spend eternity with him and that one day I will be Living abundant life knowing I have within me the ability to motivate and inspire others through being a witness for Christ through sharing my life and love with others what I have overcame and is still overcoming helping others learn what it's like to live for Christ being a leader being a wonderful friend and mentor great mother being mentally emotionally and spiritually Happy being successful at whatever I try to achieve and lastly having my soulmate in my life him loving and caring unconditionally for me and our relationship we share
It’s cold winter nights like this that I miss you the most,
When you would keep me so warm underneath the covers.
You would lie at the foot of the bed and lick my toes.
The love I felt for you, I’ve not felt for another.
Our walks on the beach were the best times for me.
You were always there to protect me from strangers.
With you in the house, I never had to worry.
You were my angel, warning me of any danger.
I’m thankful for the times that we got to spend together.
You were a wonderful companion, so loyal and kind.
I have no doubt that you would have been a great mother.
I will keep your watch over your pups; I hope you don’t mind.
My friend passed away ??
Her visitation was today
I had only tears
Tomorrow will be sadden.more
Cancer took her away
All i can think of
Is about her now widowed husband
An two daughters without a mother
Her father is fatherless
Her mother is motherless
What about me?
Now im feeling full of sadness
Not like everyone else
Friendless is the word.
She was such a great person
Great daughter
Great mother
Great wife
Most of all great friend.
If you all could of met her you could see these things
That im writing are so true! Cancer took her from us! This past sunday
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