Sturdy Will
On rocky grounds, a cactus sprouts
In midst of torrid sun and drought,
Shielded by thorns, it lifts its head,
With its blooms, it graces the land:
With sturdy will and silent strength,
In life, man can surmount hurdles.
ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze—
you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache.
The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days;
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake.
But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings—
just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns,
chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings
while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to thorny grounds.
O RUBY TUESDAY, ghost in sequin sheen,
your laugh a roulette wheel’s bright, spinning sound.
The jukebox plays what might-have-been,
where every win was loss, and lost was found.
Stones still roll… but honey, in the end,
the house takes all. Even diamonds bend.
Where have all the bison gone
shot by Sharps shooters nearly every one
where have all the shooters gone
done away by Indians more than some
the red man revered the buffalo
of Manitou's abundance living proof
to the white who sent them
to the not-so-happy-hunting grounds
a gold mine on the hoof
the paleface ways in olden days long gone
were somewhat less than perfect
and should be frowned upon
to soldiers bison were target practice
indigenous people to quell
while hunters killed for the hides
by 1884 the Black Hills buffalo death knell
lies were spoken treaties broken
but revenge was none too soon at hand
Sioux Cheyenne Arapaho attacked
and briefly turned the tide
on what was their rightful land
beside the Little Bighorn
one frightful day at Custer's last stand
I stand on the grounds once treaded by my
Ancestors
I represent countless generations gone
Before me
The soils are bathed with their tears and blood
My fore father's once once stood on these
Hallowed grounds
But their spirits urges us on to carry on the
Torch
(Written 10th March, 2024)
delicious coffee
grown in columbia
served in the us
O' my love so the soles of our feet naked
We walk unto the dirt
Earthen flesh match we touch we live we march we walk
wholly steps we cross
on holy grounds we walk naked uncovered
Always
We are children of Our Father
Who told you you were naked
Always
O' my love so the soles of our feet naked
We walk unto the dirt
Earthen flesh match we touch we live we march we walk
wholly steps we cross
on holy grounds we walk naked uncovered
Always
Walk we on our soles naked as our spirit, hearts and vessel soul naked as well
O' to the Glory and Honor of God
Always
12/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
"Oh, look, my little Johnny is the only one in step".
Crying is good for the Heart it breaks up the follow ground
8/23/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2023
When you ask many rich Congolese
of the East of DRCongo about the reasons
of keeping their millions US dollars
under the grounds.
Majority of them will point the Wars
And some Rebellions
Which are pushing
And supporting
by some Westerners
And Americans of evil hearts.
Rivers and lakes in Congo have more fish
But industrial fishing is not developed
due to few modern fishing boats.
Congolese engineers are the first black
African engineers who made some marine airoplanes
And more luxuries ship of international standards
on lake Kivu and Tanganyika.
Why these Congolese riches don't expand
on industrial fishing for more fish products
And export some raw and cooked
fish worldwide?
June 25/2023
Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating
I lay atop of the earth interment pleasuries;
Beautiful the fruited mounds on her;
Golden tanned brown coverings, energies
Valley’s deep core holds the seeds bore;
Nourish the crevice that holds the trees;
Inserted seeds grow out of the terrain, now full grown trees;
I’ve laid on top of the barren grounds;
I’ve sown the seeds
While in the valley of the new birth;
Now the once barren grounds grown out of me;
For not valid reason but Love from God whom I trust;
From the browned grounds God’s tapestry;
Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating
Browns, hair colored greens, Browns;
Textured sweet smelling’s grounds;
Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating
5/08/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
A man took his neighbor to court,
though he did what he asked, in short.
For he gave him leave
to try and conceive:
a surrogate daddy, of sorts.
Suspicions began to arise;
it seemed he’d been tricked, he surmised.
For no child was bred
though they’d shared a bed
in more than seventy tries.
Seems the neighbor’s shots were all blank;
discussions then got rather frank.
Now he’s in a tiz;
their kids were not his -
their marriage was now in the tank.
—————
Can’t make this stuff up!
These frail and weary wings,
They can't launch me over these things,
I move about like a bob that swings,
Each day bites and stings,
I'm tied to gloom’s apron strings,
Turbulence like a bell rings,
I wear hope slings,
Looking beyond all dreary things,
Listening to the song that faith sings.
October 6, 2022.
Single Stanza Monorhyme Poetry Contest,
L. Milton Hankins.
Steep
In deep
Taking that leap
Faith
Lasting forever
Gatherings
A test abroad
A shout-out loud
Higher grounds
surrounds.
To get to the new
You must manage the old
The old prepare you for the new
It may seem to be difficult
But it prepare you for what’s ahead.
The enemies of life
Always try to stop you
At every corner of life
Just remember, around
The corner is new life.
We must learn to trust God
In every situation
Putting away our self-righteousness
And taking up His righteousness.
Putting on the whole armory of God
So that when trouble comes
We maybe able to stand firm
So that we maybe able to extinguish
All of the fiery arrows ahead.
Now that we have done all we can
The new may begin
Rendering success in the end.
there's a green space on
-the grounds covered in shopping
bags burns trash in air
1/28/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
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