There's something
Special about May and me.
As we approach the end of May,
And as June at our doorsteps lay,
There's a thing or two I'd like to say.
From time to time along the line of life,
May has been a springboard,
A diving board,
A starting point,
A launching pad,
A gateway,
To a life of work and purpose,
Disconnecting me from childhood play.
May contains the dismay I felt on the day
of my dad's demise when I was 13.
May houses my graduations
From elementary, high school, and college.
May documents my final preparations for
My upcoming June wedding day.
May records the day I left home at 17
To start a life of my very own.
May reveals the priceless snapshot
Of mom, grandma, and my 8 younger
Siiblings waving goodbye to me.
As I think and muse about the month of May,
I am permiated by things that were sometime grey.
But I also see a key unlocking a host of precious memories. I tell you, There's really something special between May and me.
Some penalty comes with calamity
Making you panic
Nemesis comes like crisis
Making you uncomfortable
You can't run from it
Because it's like shadow
That follows you everywhere.
It's like a fever, it makes you shiver
Making you want to run away
But you can never escape reality
The only antidote or antibiotics
Is facing it until you eliminate it
So you can regain your sanity and serenity.
All games have their rules and guidance
When you break those rules
You gonna face the penalty
Every act or action has a repercussion
You gonna face the nemesis when it's time
Be careful of the choices you make
Because you can't make them twice.
Holding a butterfly in your own fist
Is the bottom line of life and freedom
Squeeze harder the butterfly would die
Letting the butterfly fly is his right
Not turn cemetery of beautiful moments
Letting go a person is not fall in love
Letting go a person is not kind of loss
It's an act of love, act of recognition
Letting go isn't a weakness, but a power
Letting go isn't the end, but a beginning
A new chapter to learn love without setup
Without assurance, without fear of losing
It's a way to yourself, to your own freedom
Learning to love the world and people around
Not as you want them to be, or use them for
Love without control is freedom, not tyranny
Love is without a path. Dream without a limit
Self - without guilt for someone else's choice.
I think I am nineteen some days, twelve others.
Seventy is no biggie, but if I had my druthers…
I would not have arthritis in both of my knees.
I tell my daughters to grab everything that they sees.
With gusto and enthusiasm for they may fall apart.
They think I am kidding, but being seventy is an art.
Keep your positivity and do something fun every day.
Who knows how long you have to be merry and gay.
The trick is to live ever moment with pizzazz.
dance in the chorus line of life with razz-a-ma-tazz.
In this line of life a parallel listed standing in realities trying to breathe
Enclosed in a circle surrounded by people who are broken
Corralled in perplexities trying to find my due fond memories
My misgivings are taken being toyed with spiritually broken
I was just a token just standing here hopin
I'm such a mess tattered torn yet I am bless
1/7/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
in a thick milk bottle
a dark green one
which grandfather found on the beach after the war
having inside a shriveled yellow paper
without any drawing
without any inscription
the grandmother's ashes stayed for a while
grandmother being skinny
the bottle was almost empty
so the grandfather put the paper back in place
when he missed her
he took the bottle
put it on his chest
and spoked to her
and when my grandmother had to answer him
he was turning it like an hourglass
and so he did for two years
until he crouched too
(although it was harder
because he was hefty)
in the milk bottle
then
to make room for him
I finally took that sheet
and I stuck it on the window
when it rains on the sea and it`s lightning
on both sides of the paper
two overlapping palms can be seen
one of a woman
and the other of a man
crossed in filigree
by a single line of life
nothing else
As it rains down and conducting a very small sound.
Also cleansing off what ever it come’s to land apoun .
As it pours down apoun the city rinseing nothing but the dirty sinning.
As all comes clean life begins to seem like at dream.
With no disperse in my line of life from now till my ending day.
I come to pray to the man above don’t stop the the rain drops
Antarctica (Ernest Shackleton tribute)
To your shores came as a pilgrim
Knowing that I wasn’t welcome
All I wanted was to walk
Across your land of ice and rock
But you trapped my ship in ice
Blew cold winds into my eyes
Wanted me to pay the price
Hardship’n’ pain did not suffice
I won’t give up! No, I won’t stop!
On the wings of faith and hope
Between sky and endless depth
I’ll walk the line of life and death
My chances aren’t of greatest height
To save the lives you tried to smite
You’ve gotta know I’m gonna fight
As it’s my duty and it's my right!
On the edge of the void, that's where we must be.
Somewhere between the thrill of taking your life into your own hands and the cold
realisation that you are finally in control of your own destiny is where you learn to
really live.
It is not the same for you and I, each of us must find our own void and peer
carefully over the edge, for we are human and we must look, or wither away, but to
carelessly leap into the void would surely mean destruction.
So we tread the fine line of life and hope that one day we shall learn to fly and bask
in the glory of that we can only watch from a distance.
Let me walk the palm of your
hand, over the mount of Venus
down the line of life and along
the line of love.
Let our heart lines entwine and
mingle with the lines of fate.
Let our futures be each others
and the stars be radiant.
For in the heavens our love is
written, its glory for all to see,
it falls as stardust, in honour of
you and me.
So let us walk hand in hand and
let the lines entwine, live our
life in paradise, and taste of love
sublime.
And at break of day let love
change its cloak and come in
the form of rays, to provoke
desire and passion throughout
our given days.
Sorry probs with PC can't comment
or soupmail at moment will catch up
Our shared and separate memories.
Our love for one another.
Secure in mind and heart.
Long remembered joys.
Never forgotten dreams.
Hurts,hopes,smiles and tears.
We took them to extremes.
I love you now and then.
For the elder child that resides with-in.
The wonderous and marvelous you.
Inviolate and sacred our bond will ever be.
The line of life that runs through you.
Will come running straight back to me.
Wrote by Lisa
My baby sister wrote these loving words
and sent them to me in a poem I will cherish this.
My soul walks in a straight line of life.
I might have a few holes in me.
As I walk this path.
One day you will though me away.
Then I will waist away while you walk in a new soul.
Then new soul will turn out like me.
In the garbarg not wanted.
Then just maybe someone can't get shoe will come and find me.
I will help them for while.
Unilt I can't walk no more.
Any way my soul was made to walk on this ground for a while.
Tangle daisies,
Laundry line of life,
Left suspended animated pursuing.
Introspection inner wayfarer,
Sketch figured,
Thoughtless toying mind;
"Never seem to be finished art,"
Feeling captive every needle pain.
Black & white,
Bringing matter grey,
Swaying woes,
Colors fade with the drifting days.
Veil cast black,
Eclipsing the blue azure.
Pointing eyes cleared my own soul,
Viewing beyond the window heart,
Seeing,
Only keeping the silent in I.
Dangling for a drink,
Visioning companions,
Reaching for the cup of answer quest,
In emotional moment imperceptibly tears.
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