Now that his math won’t work minus
India, Trump thinks of lost lotus
And bowed down by China,
Seems in need of India.
Well, we’re ready if you’re
Make up your mind, Partner,
Repair trust deficit
Now no more implicit,
Enough is so much futile fuss.
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Happenings | 28.05.2026 | American, political, humour, Limerick
Note: After his clearly under-whelming summit with Xi and failed Iran adventure, Trump seems to have got back his lost sense of focus—why his Secretary of State is in India. US sure is finding itself with fewer friends. Yet, it has not yet realized, Pakistan is that pro who can keep two adversary suitors happy at the same time. Yet, remember, buddy, we know to play our cards well, feels this ditty.
What else? I welcome you with raised eyebrows,
Crossed fingers, and a smile that better knows
Than pinning hopes on you
Without a god damn cue,
Greet you without reading fine prints of woes.
Now on your fateful course
I wish you tailwind force
And hope, what just as came, so sooner goes.
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Happenings | 07.01.2026 | hope, humour, New Year, limerick
Note: The world could been passing through best of times what with most countries looking forward to new growth. But it looks as if its Richie rich and a few mischief mongers do not want it so.
matchless
yet
remote
echos
simmering
facinating
inexplicable
in
faltering
emotion
the
seeming
impossible
ever diminishing
in
a changing
perspective
underneath
a
nostalgic
image
sensed
in
a sub-conscious
co- incidence
afternoon says bye
night announces its arrival
roses sway on branch
Since my partner passed away,
Life has not been good,
Maybe it's my state of mind,
To be misunderstood.
But many situations would be simply understood,
It's when you know it's where abouts,
What's the likelihood.
So many of my items have moved from where they were,
A lack of concentration,
Or a sneaky saboteur.
I don't find it funny as it happens all the more,
It really gets my blood to boil,
And causes big uproar.
Some I find weeks later,
But some don't reappear,
I also find that very strange,
If not a little *****.
Is my loving partner playing a little game,
And have a little giggle when someone else ide blame.
medium
of necessities
in
the compass
of
instinct
by
the contemplative
reminescence
of
coincidence
a stimulating
force
of
a solitary
sound
of
an intelligible
echo
becomes...
a birth
of ideas
in spontaneous
thought
in fortuitous
chains
of circumstance
an anticipation
in chance
atmospheric
aurora
enigmatic
yet prefigured
happenings
HAPPENINGS
Sometimes happens whereas wherewithall;
As is somethings matter;
HAPPENINGS
Matters naught;
Sorrow distance falling up in tall;
HAPPENINGS
12/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
This year first snowfall of the season starts to cover the ground
Gently being released from the sky above barely making a sound
The morning commute sure to be a motorist plight
Having to dodge vehicles spinning out of control is not a pretty sight
Arriving at work stepping into the frigid morning air
Greeted with a barrage of snowballs coming from everywhere
Trying to fight back I lose my footing and go flying to the ground
The only thing that would make this day better would be to be homeward-bound
As I open the office door a shovel awaits, apparently I draw the short straw
Even a flock of crows swoop down towards me and start to caw
Finally, this day has come and it's time to leave without delay
After what seemed to be an eternity I finally arrived home met by my kids who now wanted me to go out and play
HAPPENINGS
a time
of turbulencee
great moments
sparkle
reflect
&display
highlighted
in the
idealised images
of depicted
realities
underpinning
a layer
of history
in
the
spectacular
&apocalyptic
emerging
as the
thrilling
allowed art
to explore
in more spontaneous
ways
to capture
the volatility
of a
fleeting moment
by
inspiring
& responding
to the
immediate
sensation
If really getting high, is just your thing…..
Just get some white powder at the West Wing.
I mean, after all,why the heck not?
And one granddaughter of the POTUS may not come in?
Is disavowed his name as if she committed mortal sin.
At Christmas, when the White House is decorated,
Her presence as on ALL days is strictly forbidden.
But laws favoring Communist China will be written!
7/4/2023
I study the backyard song birds
watch them come and go.
The birds are a happenstance,
they flicker in and out, die and return
but they themselves stay the same.
I sip my tea silently
My father used to slurp tea from a saucer;
we were poor enough to be easy going.
People in these apartments
live cheek to cheek.
The flush of a toilet brings with it visuals
as if every wall were a T.V.
I close my eyes and daydream
conjure up the living and the dead.
There’s a cobweb in a corner
of the high ceiling.
I will need a short ladder
if I ever feel the need to brush it away,
but so far I let it be
it’s just another happenstance after all.
Forty days of joy
the Resurrected Jesus
this body He did deploy
to walk
to greet
to eat
to teach & evangelize
to converse
to commission
& to commune
an example for we His sheep so clear
as this day draws near
. Marana-tha -Come Lord Jesus soon
One has no more fuel left in tank,
One more dare not give army tank,
With little air in tyres
Bravado of West tires,
Cracks seem to show in NATO rank.
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Happenings |21.01.2023| limerick, humour
Poet’s note: New Zealand’s prime minister Jacinda Ardern has announced her resignation: ‘I’ve no more fuel in the tank’, she says. Germany, worried of Russian reprisal, is scared of supplying battle tanks to Ukraine. After 11 months of war that still rages, everyone seems to be tired of it mentally and materially. West seems to fight a proxy war at Ukraine’s cost, the latter literally left in lurch.
yon
moon yawns
hushed secrets
whispered by stars
shhh
Awesome armies
the kings very own
We came here despite singing over burgles
Dustmen under contract
Lilies lay bleeding in black bags
We are still whistling
Chickens languishing in street
Actresses older than thought
give commandeering comedies
Tis the talk of the town
cuckold husbands straddling
the saddle of despair
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