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CHAMPIONS
I'm a teen ager
awesome member of group of others
like a light bearer ambience
flexing my muscle full of calcium
saving the world cause I'm a Champion
of a team of teenage superheroes who became disillusioned
with their predecessors split off from the Avengers
earth mightiest superheros
saving the world cause I'm a Champion
not a gambler
even though we take chances to save the world
we're Champions superteens
Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan) a Muslim superhero body change-shifting morphing contender
Spider-Man Miles Morales a Black/Hispanic teenager his uncle a super villain
Nova (Sam Alexander) alien teen from another dimension helmet contains the origin of his powers
Hulk (Amadeus Cho) teen Asian genus gamma radiated hero, teen friend of Dr. Bruce Banner
Viv, daughter of the Vision she herself is robotic a synthezoid
Iron-Heart now new member of group MIT 15 year-old genius created her own Ironman suit
Cyclops one eyed teen X man hero from another earth now the leader of the group
we're Champions
saving the world cause we're all Champion
not a gambler
even though we take chances to save the world
we're Champions
even though we're mere mortals even we can..
We are all heroes...
We're THE CHAMPIONS
BECUASE THE WORLD STILL NEEDS
CHAMPIONS
4/27/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
Your heart was all I wished to possess
Leaving you whole in my arms, giving you rest.
Hurt to be something far from your mind.
The best life I can give for someone one of a kind.
Most foolish of me to not see how your heart was aligned.
Some would say time allows all wounds heal
Healing though is something you did steal
Away from me, when you chose to fade
To nothing, when I wish you’d have stayed
To everyone else you wish to have laid.
Eager abandonment of me, though I never strayed.
Remember when you were my world, all about which I would boast?
Every memory haunting now, you the specter, the ghost.
Decimating me completely. Because your leaving..hurt the most…
Aboard a barque, across cerulean seas,
Beneath boundless skies, chasing destiny's pleas,
Came courageous colonists, yearning to be free.
Dreams danced delicately in the salty breeze,
Eager eyes seeking sanctuary.
Founding fathers forged a future fair,
Guiding principles etched in granite grand.
Hope hummed, hearts held with fervent prayer,
Igniting liberty throughout the land.
Justice juggled scales, ensuring each had say,
Kindness kindled compassion's gentle flame.
Love labored tirelessly, lighting the way,
Mending wounds woven into history's frame.
Nature nurtured, nourishing spirits bold.
Opportunities opened like sunlit streams,
Paths paved with perseverance, stories untold.
Quilts of cultures coalesced with care,
Respect resonated, reaching every shore.
Sacrifices sung in the starlit air,
Tributes tendered to those who went before.
United under a banner bright and bold,
Victories vanquished shadows of despair.
Weaving wisdom into stories old,
Xenophobia's whispers found no space to share.
Yearning yearns for a world where all can thrive,
Zooming toward a future where dreams survive.
Vanished are the bygone days
Illusive feelings of bittersweet nostalgia
Opulence oozes over golden dreams
Luxuriant the gifts of time
Ethereal such are the memories of love
That tantalize as youth fades
Scattering glitter of past sunny carefree days
Adorned reminiscings too good to be true
Roses are red goes the children's rhyme
Echoes of their happy chants and giggles
Beauty as the sun sets on yesteryear
Lavishes tenderness on sleepy thoughts
Uplifting hearts that still feel somewhat youthful
Eager to drink this most exquisite elixir
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
H azily, as nightfall glides ,I unlock the front-gate
O verwrought from drills of a riddled job,
M y toes stumble on scented violet buds
E nhancing gripped thoughts to drip-drop away.
S omehow, Mom’s roast chicken trails along
W here piano notes soften the blues… and there,
E merging through a hall; Oh Granpa appears
E ager to spend a ritual of my life’s rhapsody;
T urning my drones into an abode’s breezy song.
H eartfelt jousts ring to nourish time’s warmth,
O ften soothing an outer world, restless… yet this
M erriment flames brightly in this safe refuge,
E ver precious as restful chants of heaven’s lyre.
2/3/2016
Contest: Home Sweet Home Acrostic
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Waking pigment from deep slumber,
Accidents by chance do happen:
Tableaus waiting to suddenly appear,
Eager brushstrokes like a wand revealing hues,
Random musing concept to concrete.
Cathartic childlike pleasure of creating,
Optimizing thoughts outside the box.
Leisure becomes a fun experience
Of captivating imaginings out of thin air,
Unleashing wild and latent dreams:
Reverie’s gateway to our world.
Morning imagery born of night’s celestial visions,
Artistic inclinations smooth the way.
Graceful graphics give voice to our dreams
Intensely improvising when words do not suffice,
Celebrating expression in all its lavish ways.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Chugging away in the distant is mountain rail,
On and on its way to the town at the foothills,
Mind is set to get it tomorrow without fail,
I am returning home sweet, my heart with joy thrills!
Night is all I have to wait before journey home,
Glad to see the sunset as evening lights appear,
Boys are boisterous and loud as jugs of beer foam,
All dreaming of their beloved as day draws near,
Close to my heart I clasp a picture of my love,
Keen, keen to hold my darling in warm flesh and blood,
Her perfume I can smell her skin as smooth as dove,
Offerings of her juicy lips that match cheeks red,
My darling is soon to be mother of my son,
Eager am to go home as fast as I can run!
Written 19/02/2021
2nd placement
Coming back home acrostic contest
John Hamilton sponsored
12 syllables each line!
"I heard an angel speak last night and he said 'write'" Elizabeth Barrett Browning
T here was a cemetery across from the street where I lived when I was young.
H ot summer days could find us there strolling down its winding shady pathways,
E ven racing bikes or playing Hide ’n Seek among trees and ornate granite stones.
B eyond the wide middle part of that graveyard, way in the very back,
L ay a secluded area set apart for the deceased of a prestigious family.
U ltimately my siblings and I ended up at the mausoleum in the center of that spot.
E ager to view its main attraction, we would stand on tiptoes before its window. . . .
A ll kinds of angels were scattered throughout that cemetery's sprawling lawn, but
N ot one outdid the angel appearing violet blue through that stained glass window.
G uarding the tomb of a small child, she knelt gracefully, her true hue pure white.
E ventually after years of showing her to friends, I left home forever; on my mind
L ingers this memory; on tiptoes, I'm marveling, face pressed against blue glass.
Two boys in their 'tweens
Around the time of 1915
Had jobs and chores at home
Couldn't just run and roam
One Saturday when in town
Saw an ad the circus
Was coming around
Saved their pennies
Did some work
Couldn't wait to see
What was possible quirks
Thrilled with excitement
When the time came around
Wanted to go all day to town
Around lunch dad said could go
They ran to all the way to show
Longingly waited in the line
Wondering what on the inside
They would finally find
Inside the huge tent
Found seats prefectly fixed
Comfortable in there place
Never knew would have to race
Outside in a heated pace
To be saved from terrible harm
The show had started excitement
Built, someone in the bleachers
Some liquor spilled
Another person who just as careless
Threw down a match that was what set it
Someone yelled fire as the tent went
Up in flames and the 'tweens
Went jumping, running
Saving their skin
Looking back over their
Shoulder as they ran
Both hit the brick wall
Of the local dry good store
Knocked flat out pulled
Away from the fire
By some passerby
Lived to tell about it
On another day
I was glad they were alive that I say
(This is based on a true story that my father told me of this happening to him and his
brother in Concord around 1912 up to 1915. They were both just before being a teen ager
or very early teens.)
Form:
God be praised and thanked for Sis. Vita de Leon's testimony.
Vitality of life everlasting, verily vibrant
Indeed God's gift freely received and imparted
Thankful to optimize gladly, sharing with triumph
Affirming assurance of the Lord, praise-filled always.
Devoted servant* of Christ, trusting Him Daily
Eager to fulfill the Master's will by His enabling
Loving wife, mother, sister, teacher...virtuous lady
Enthusiastic through the Holy Spirit's empowerment
Obedient to the Almighty midst stewardship opportunities
Nurturing along faith-ministry roles, Scripturally nourished.
*Only fear the Lord, and serve him in truth with all your heart: for consider how great things he hath done for you.
Dear Ate Vita,
A very blessed birthday to you. We thank the Lord for your life.
June 15, 2022