The kingdom of summer passes swiftly on the breeze,
Few golden days to mortal heads are bequeathed
Aye, there is beauty in the bronze upon the bough,
But swiftly it will fade to a dull and lifeless hue.
For the kiss of the sun fades with the dawn's biting chill,
The leaves cascade, without want or will.
If only outstretched hand and a voice heavy with command
Could cling to summer's mane and bid the season stand.
But one cannot hold back the turning tide of the season,
No matter the strength of desire or reason.
So we must retreat and stoke the fire,
And await the return of all we desire.
For green paradise shall return in due time,
And the kingdom of summer shall once again reign divine.
A stalled monsoon trough over central Nepal
caused continuous torrential heavy rainfall
Slopes pushed up moisture from the Bay of Bengal
The catastrophe was looming large to befall.
Sudden breach of a moraine dam
Triggered Glacial Lake outburst floods
A surge of water and debris devastates
downstream, catching communities off guard.
Landslides continued to collapse slopes,
forming temporary dams that later burst
Steep valleys amplified runoff swift and fast
Flood of fury of all time unleashed the worst.
A compound climate disaster of twin sciences
Meteorology and geology to decipher in depth
monsoon extremes, unstable glaciers, terrain hazards
Perished hundreds of lives and left many homeless.
Sparse sensors, lack of predictive models a curse
Warrant real time glacial monitoring at source
With closely spaced weather station networks
And cross border early warning systems
…….Narayan Gadagkar
each dawn, in the kingdom of skeletons,
bones knock together—
shins clatter,
ribs get a quick shine
as the kings rise with the sun.
the velvet robes
they've discarded moons ago.
their old souls
rest quietly in wooden beds.
no itching skin, no hair to comb
or run fingers through,
the steady clack of hollow heels
echo with each step.
the Duchess
gleefully spins around
all teeth and bone, barefoot.
they raise empty cups
and celebrate
breath that’s long gone,
dining on nothing but
the glow of moonlight.
you have to chuckle, right?
the afterlife has its own peculiar perks;
beauty be damned,
no one dresses to impress
since when do dead folks care about hair?
in this rattling land, joy endures.
the only thing broken?
funny bones, and truthfully,
no one cares to doctor them.
Dust gathers
on the sleeves of morning,
while sunlight hides
inside tired hands.
The city wakes slowly...
steel shutters,
factory smoke,
a kettle singing
in a worker's kitchen.
Someone walks toward another day,
carrying yesterday's exhaustion
like an invisible country
upon their back.
Yet dawn persists,
breaking through cracked pavements
and the stubborn courage
of ordinary people.
Flags rise like restless birds.
Voices gather
like rain before the storm.
Even silence
learns a different breath.
For every road,
every tower,
every window lit after dark
has passed through
the hands of someone unseen.
And somewhere
beneath the noise of the world,
a quiet truth endures:
No life is ever small.
Copyright@farukahmedroni
Prowling the estate
Seeking a mate
Thinking he was great
Royal Birkdale could not wait
For his date
When the lioness arrived
Honestly Royal Birkdale tried
Thinking the lioness was going to be his bride
Opening the door
Letting out a roar
Exclaiming, "Amor Amor"
She pranced
A dance
Making Royal Birkdale turn red
Many said
Time passed
Lioness tail swung fast
Letting a lot go
Wanting to know
Where things are
In their relationship, so far
Being a future King
He purchased an honorable ring
Shiny and bright
Just right
"You are my Queen
A dream"
Lioness pondered and peered
"I love you dear"
Allowing cubbies to magically appear
Giving Royal Birkdale much pride
That could never be denied
As the sun set
Royal Birkdale will never forget
What he has in life
A loving family and committed wife
Bare basalt bore no banner on its face,
Yet lichen kept the oldest song of rain;
The cliff received no chronicle of grace.
No cedar dreamt the patience born of stone;
A hidden fissure gathered gifts of rain,
Till silence made the heart of granite known.
No moss proclaimed dominion over shale;
It gentled hardness by the law of rain,
Till mountains learnt the meekness of the frail.
Then yesterday gave birth to one green leaf;
The hidden seasons kept their tryst with rain,
And time unveiled the provenance of leaf.
The fern arose where none had granted birth;
The dew restored the first bequest of rain,
Till forests claimed their ancient right on earth.
I left the valley poorer only thus:
The least beginnings outlive loud acclaim;
Stone learnt that quiet is the root of us.
Some say children should be seen not heard
But out of the mouth of babes poignant words
Kids are often innocent observers who play
Never really know just what they’ll say
Tact they haven’t mastered yet
They don’t mean to make you upset
They ask questions and state their view
Sometimes they bring forth a teal truth
Kids who witness trauma are always affected
Laws in society should help them be protected
So many foster kids need a forever home
Resources for them are needed it’s known
But the people who are supposedly pro life
Don’t often adopt or foster or even try
To make these kids feel loved not alone
It’s not their fault they have been wronged
Kids are little people with ideas and dreams
As they grow it’s important we meet kids needs
A Kingdom Built on Ash and Sin
For eighteen years, I was reared for the blade,
A lamb in a house where the monsters played.
They hid their sins in the floorboard cracks,
And led me home on my own bloody tracks.
A welcome-back trap, a dark, hollow room,
Where chants in the shadows sealed my doom.
They tore open hell and flung me right in,
Trading my flesh for a ledger of sin.
I woke to the cold, completely alone,
Stripped of my youth, my blood, and my bone.
Now they sit high on a mountain of gold
Built on the back of the child they sold.
Then came the husband, a beast of a man,
Who traded my flesh for a new wicked plan.
Deeply in debt to the legions below,
He threw me to hell for a cash-out show.
But the pit gave him nothing; his gamble fell through,
So he fled like a coward when the cold wind blew.
Now a collector from hell has crawled to the light,
Searching for souls in the dead of the night.
The ledgers are empty, the debtors have run,
But the hunt for their blood has only begun.
The demon is tracking the scent of their fear
To seal every fate as the reckoning draws near.
Ship wrecked
Hard tack
street maniac
Warrior
Son of God
Peace in Jesus
Lilac
Seven day Birth
Born again on the first
New year
New me
Tree grown
Branches bearing fruit
Time Traveler
Circus monkey
Abe son
Jesus child
Kingdom focused
Beloved love as a fire.
Your mind desire,
there's a stranger thing.
Such a love does bring
God holds us covenant.
Yet untouched, there is such such a thing as love covenant.
We affirm shall not be burned.We yearn love as a fire
I abreast affirm confess, I love you' are my King, a God, fearing man
worthy worth loving.
May we be spiritual intertwined, 3 chord tied. Spirit first combine worship
Unto our Lord God love is powerful as fire
God waters our hearts love as fire. Let us not burn in passion Until the appointed time.
I am yours.You are mine, love as a fire.
We won't get burned by fleshly desire.God is our Father
He's love as a fire
3/26/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
We live amongst ourselves in recognition
memorialized for our distinct deeds rendered
It is here that we witness ourselves flourish
as our aged reflections are kept pristine
Rehearsing our roles to absolute perfection
awaiting for this progressive saga to be told
As we are the revered immortals here...
never to be forgiven
I gaze into frosted panes.
Rose petals are tumbling
borne of hidden dimensions
where time is closed.
In scarlet gold murmurations
the starry air beams
with an iridescent delight
and choreographs holy felicitations
beyond a silver gate
of cedar pearl.
You handed me the black Excalibur~
not a sword, but the silence
that grew between our sentences,
heavy with everything we wouldn’t say.
I tried to pull it free,
but the hilt was welded to your ribs,
and my fingers slipped
on the oil of old apologies.
What we had was never meant to be~
not like this, not with edges
that drew blood when we reached
across the bed, not with a scabbard
made of unspoken vows.
I left it buried in the threshold,
where the door couldn’t close,
where the light split itself
trying to choose a side.
Now it rusts in the rain,
a monument to the kingdom
we never ruled.
Just one more, for congress to in-log.'
“Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and your dominion endures through all generations.” Psalm 145:13
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Copyright 2026
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