When sparrows chirp, they sing for peace.
They fly and paint a masterpiece.
What lovely sounds, what a lovely scene!
No words can say what these could mean.
The rhymes they sing they touch the heart.
The sounds they make perform an art.
Who can’t enjoy? Who can’t ignore?
These tiny birds with a lofty soar.
They like our homes but love the sky
With wings and songs so loud and high.
I can’t see life with no such birds.
They give us joy beyond all words.
17/9/2026
Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
On this day we often think,
Why we were taken to life’s brink,
Unable to say our final goodbye,
Our souls ache, as we question why.
Though in memories we find solace and peace,
The gaps that remain will never cease.
Though we couldn’t see you in action one last time,
Your being lingers on – ever so sublime!
The presence of your absence - it oft cuts deep,
Your quirky ways, into our lives does creep -
So very often, and in every place,
Our trend of thought - such memories displace!
Cherishing in our dreams where time dissolves,
Your presence, and spirit forever evolves.
And as we travel around and journey afar,
Every word unspoken becomes a shooting star!
In the canvas of memories colours blend –
A symphony of emotions without an end,
In the depths of the unknown we find true solace –
A bond unbreakable, etched in God’s abiding grace.
Copyright © 2022 by Crystal David John
11.12.2022
wrote this poem after losing my husband suddenly in 2019
Using religious piety,
To spread hate in society,
Cancer masquerades, to destroy
Using every malignant ploy,
Spreading spite - feigning honesty,
Thriving well as a fallacy -
A wolf with warm deceptive eyes,
Charms one and all with its disguise.
Its rule is avid bigotry,
Feasting on the minority,
Spreading uncontrolled all-around,
All of compassion’s voice is drowned.
Breaking walls; tearing hearts apart;
Hateful seeds sown in every heart.
Muzzling dissent, playing a perilous game,
Fascism is this cancer’s treacherous name.
Copyright © by Crystal David John
Break the wall -
question all,
resist fear,
but be clear.
Watch a wild flower -
with little power,
blooms all day,
making its way,
with its little big might,
it puts up a good fight
casting every doubt
out!
forging on.
The sun it gazes upon -
without a helping hand
it emerges so grand
beyond the wall,
abiding by its call
pursuing its vision
finishing its mission!
Copyright © 2020 by Crystal David John
Published in my book titled 'Trails of Thought,' which is available on Amazon
Be the wind in someone’s sail,
be the calm in someone’s gale,
be the spark today,
in someone’s dark day.
Be the joy that’s found,
turning another’s day around.
Be the hope in someone’s gloom,
The sunshine - helping flowers bloom.
Be the light in someone’s night,
and their breastplate in a fight,
and your kindness, always share
in what you do, and how you care.
Be the reason to make them smile,
even if it is for a little while.
In a world that is so tough,
with a whole lot of toxic stuff -
be the balm - soothing the strife
in someone’s stress filled life!
Copyright © 2026 by Crystal David John
Distant do spot, future warrior
Time traveler. Controling his fruition
Lucas BISHOP
Captain Commander leader of glory
This be his story
Time traveler, dystopian
Professor X guardian
Mutant Warrior
Marauder
War College leader
X-S-E. XAVIER SECURITY ENFORCER
Sister Shard may the past be not forgotten
Time traveler mutant...
BISHOP
7/7/26
written by James Edward Lee Sr
They ask the tool and take the answer fast,
With no uncertain doubts they ever cast.
The words look good, the lines are smooth and neat,
But funny faults lie low in the sheet.
They skip the work that builds a curious mind,
And leave their deeper thoughts way behind.
Their borrowed lines will fade and fall away,
Like morning dews that vanish in the day.
So, learn to think, to doubt, to test and see,
Or lose your voice and your personality.
7/5/2026
Meaningful girl redheaded.
Daughter of John and Elaine Grey.
Mind situated
Thoughts, tensions. Mind breaks
Revelations
Tell a communications.
Kinesis
Mind reeling reading
Telekinesis
Student of Charles Xavier
Original X man.
Red headed Marvel Girl
Member of Uncanny X-MEN
Reading your mind
Powerful, Psych blasts
Showcasing immense omega-level
Telepathic and telekinetic abilities
Powerhouse mutant capable of flight,
Energy manipulation, and mental control
Psionic abilities to protect mutant kind associated
With the cosmic "Phoenix Force".
Spirit of the Phoenix
Jean Grey MARVEL GIRL Phoenix
4/19/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The day will sooner come
When I no longer am.
For time is swift and short.
And life is such a sport.
We come and go so fast
Nothing will ever last!
They say that deeds outlive.
Which I for sure believe.
The things we do remain
To speak of what we gain.
12/1/2026
Memory of a great pistol cager
Assists, drives and shoots without a pager
Five Flashes of Crimson
In Agricola, where the late sun lies,
And October's gold is fading from the skies,
A fence post holds a simple, wooden line,
And hosts a sight both crimson and divine.
Not one, not two, but five bright feathered vests,
Have paused their chatter and settled on the crests.
The Northern Cardinals, with coats of fire,
Are drawn by hunger to a sweet desire.
They dip and peck at berries dark and round,
A quiet feasting, without any sound.
The male's sharp scarlet, a defiant gleam,
The female's blush, like an ember in a dream.
They come in kinship, a brief, familiar flock,
To gather fuel before the sudden clock
Of dusk arrives and chills the Mississippi air,
A vivid portrait, painted right there.
A messenger of hope, that flash of red,
A loving soul, the stories have been said.
But in that moment, nothing quite so grand,
Just five bright lives, eating from the land.
Story of a man in many faces
History of sweat and blood in pieces
Realist of hope and soul of great charms
Anarchist of philosophical arms
If we can say what we can feel,
The mind will shine; the heart will heal.
We meet by chance or so we feel.
There is no chance, there is no deal.
It is an act of God for real.
It was no chance I met him there.
We smiled and talked as we would care.
He dropped a hint I soon embraced.
It was a spark I picked in haste,
It came in time to ring a bell,
And speak of tales so few can tell,
When things remain the same for long,
Some come and say where we belong.
It's not in vain when they show up.
It sends a spark we should get up.
23/11/2025
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