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Duno Brown, you brought orange and purple into my life
I did not realize until I met you how exciting old agers can be.
You taught me to get rid of things I don’t care about,
And to cherish the things I do
My polka dotted stuffed frog in oranges and greens,
My favorite red Mickey Mouse T-shirt where his grin is ridiculous
I am glad I met you in 2021, you made Zoom okay;
Better than okay, you made it exciting and joyful.
I looked forward to it; because you were dazzlingly fun.
You glorify the loveliness that old agers can bring to the carpet.
I felt like we were on a magic carpet ride.
You could have kicked me off in Kalamazoo or New York City.
I would not have cared, I might have loved rolling onto a stranger.
Meeting you and spending just a few days was enough.
It's the game of the year
A contest for the ages
In attendance are celebrities
Government officials and sages
Ceremony, pageantry and pomp
As the gladiators get ready to stomp
Onto the field of battle, to contend
While we mortal onlookers pretend
That what all this tawdry tinsel signifies
Is that the combatants we so lionize
Will be worthy recipients of the grand prize
An impressive silver trophy the size
Of an altar, rests on the sidelines
As warriors position themselves on chalk-lines
To damage each other on a field of deep green
Each man prepared to rupture his opponent's spleen...
We say that teen-agers' flings and romances
Are half-baked, immature, risky flash-dances
Yet considering our game-time circumstances
It's we adults who canonize risky chances
Stranger things beacon
these young teen agers
when a bald-headed
professor
saw them individually-telekelically
a girl a Marvel girl
she could perform miracles
can read minds nothing can be hidden
from this red head beauty
next,...
a cool tween miss guided a little mean
pick on lonely so he spend his youth
frozen, he couldn't be nice
so he was iced, a Iceman
next...
kinda athletic
sort of pathetic
funny somewhat elongated big hands
big feet
Hank the hairy Beast
next...
a hot head or should I say
He has an EYE
for destruction he had better not look at ya
Cyclops
next last but not endangered
Rich boy at least his parents are
His name he goes by is Angel
The wings on his back, shedding sometimes feathers in his lap
These teens are strange yes
Gathered together being trained in the DANGER ROOM by
Professor X
mutants in kind
Beyond humans my oh my
Together teen mesh
these are
the
XMEN
11/04/17
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr. POETMAN -->X MAN
HOLDING BACK TEARS
Being a single mother is rarely appreciated,
when it is a very demanding, challenging, complex
responsibility to take on and carry on for years.
Who wants to be a single mother? I chose to.
Couples marry to be together and start a family
and do not think, want divorce or separation.
Yet, couples grow apart, change, unable to adapt
to situations, problems arising in having a family.
So, some ends up being a single mother like me
instead of staying married to a problematic
spouse or in a troublesome, exasperating, taxing
relationship, not a good example for the children.
Single parenting is very difficult for it is physically,
emotionally, mentally draining, exhausting. Tough!
You just bite the bullet and keep on going, doing the
best you can as the breadwinner and the homemaker.
You are on your own to face whatever comes your way
in maintaining the house, putting food on the table,
the children’s education, teen-agers rebellions or
defiance on top of your own emotional roller coaster.
Yet, you show a poker face and you hold back tears
for you want the children to know you are strong,
resilient, cannot be broken, being there for them
and will always be there to support and console.
The reality is you are breaking down, falling apart
inside, feeling all alone and holding back tears,
when all you wanted is somebody, someone to hold
you tight and whisper “Everything will be all right”.
I look back on those years of being a single mother,
years of holding back tears that turned my heart
into a stone for when my daughter calls on Father’s
Day telling me “Happy Father’s Day”, I cannot cry.
I cannot even shed a tear of happiness knowing
she regards me as a mother and a father. Charming!
How I wish I could. What happened to my diminutive
heart? Why is it still holding back tears? Don’t know!
8/18/21 This Or That, Vol 5 Poetry
Edward Ibeh
Chose: Holding Back Tears
Have you seen the poor, giving, putting others first?
Anyone who choose to give, learns to live
Perhaps you see so many gifts in life
Priceless gifts exist for you to pose with
I say compassion, kindness, and gratitude are features of gifts
New Agers know, one and all own gifts bestowed
Even your wealth, is with features other than dollars
Smile! canopy of sky holds time set candid cameras
Sleep, eat, pray, and play in smartest of ways.
I shall hold to the belief, that forgiveness, too, is key
Smell the very air you breathe; isn't it friendly?
You and I can climb to see of life's opulent amenities
Out of many, one color called love
Upstairs is cleared of cobwebs, lottery is shared, happiness is you.
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my chair was in the path of totality
a thin ribbon about seventy miles wide
moving West to East
it does this because of at the equator
Moon's shadow moves eastward
at a greater velocity than Earth's
rotational velocity causing travel
from East to West across the surface
the moon fully covers the sun
surrounding me on the beach
were scientists and New Agers
gravity bending light was discovered
in 1919 proving Einstein was on target
Isaac Newton discovered gravity
which philosophers and scientists
had been ruminating on for centuries
science was here to witness and confirm
my confirmation as the moon's shadow
raced ashore and the birds at sea
turned suddenly inland, that was amazing
the New Agers were hoping to witness
a promise, the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius
where Harmony, Understanding, No Lies
Mystic Cristal Relations, Golden Days of Living
the Minds Total Liberation
and as the light and sun disappeared
one on mushrooms declared
she had seen the face of God
confirming black and a woman
my wry comment brought glaring looks
does she look annoyed, perchance piqued
they would not miss my observations
a few days passed before all left
i had my beach and pueblo back
the mercado had toilet paper
i had breakfast in peace at last
Conchita's taco stand normal
men discussing fishing, politics
children at play purchasing churros
here it is 32 Years later
and the Age of Aquarius
is pretty much the same old crap
humans are cute and predictable
to be avoided, why i so relate
to Ferdinand the Bull, loved that cartoon
i am watching a movie
Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking a lane
once they were upon opposite shores
they have finally come to terms on marriage
this is a mystery to me
why did God so love us
he blessed us with the ability to love
why it is the greatest of them all
why it does not require mushrooms
to see God, if one cares to look
only the Blind in the Heart cannot see
He is the metronome dancing in the trees
only those Deaf in Spirit
cannot hear Him speak in the wind
wandering thru the meadow
and in all of the senses
love is the sweetest taste of all
OKC 8/12
get in the mood at Youtube:
The 5th Dimension Age of Aquarius 1969
My horse's haunches sway,
Saunter up hillocks and down a valley path,
Above a ridge off and on: a village where some people fish,
Phosphorescent flotsam washed ashore.
Green embers breathe as if through shriveled lungs.
Wax in contrast to the gloaming dark that's coming on.
Shrubbery shadows lengthen, enlarging blacknesses.
Crickets ratchet down their temperatures.
The earth cools in wan mirage.
Time lapsed, the stars make
A slow, quiet carousel of lights.
It circles far above us disengaged.
Wings of crows scoop pools of air,
Then dive down open maws
On tiny, furred crawlers shocked stock still.
Crows chalk their caws across the night.
A copse will grow into a stand of oaks.
The vintage children like to climb.
Gnarled limbs reminding them of fiction sailing ships.
Hand over fist to where the topmost rigging is.
For now, people and trees are bottled tiny on a shelf.
At dry dock like some whittled models are.
Until the oak is christened keel and frame
And of agers live lives and make their livelihoods at sea. (9/18/22)
MY FREEDOM, MY SANITY
Spending ample time with my younger son and
youngest daughter brought memories; sweet,
delightful ones and sad, painful, troubled times.
Here I am catching myself pondering, looking back
when they were teen agers, when I was caught in
the dark side of my life trying to HOLD on to my sanity.
Living with an alcoholic was difficult for there was
no stability, it was living a vicious cycle all the time.
I was in the point of losing my mind as it was against
my principle to enable this vice to be with my family.
The effects of alcoholism were like VINES, creeping in,
invading my house, my mind, clouding my dispositions.
I felt trapped, suffocated, could not fully INHALE the air
that I breathed; it was more like, I could only GASP for air.
And I could not GRASP the idea of continuing to live with
their father, although I wanted to keep the marriage.
I felt the CLASP holding us together was loosening for me.
I could not CLUTCH tightly anymore, I needed to let go.
I felt like a restless bird trapped in the cage that could
not fly and all I could think of was to be freed from the
situation I was in, free like a bird free to fly and SOAR.
Free from the darkness for all I could see was dark HUED.
Free to reestablish myself and have my sanity intact,
free to be back to a colorful world and see the light.
Like being out in the park or beach watching kites
GLIDE in the sky and seeing bright colors with delight.
7/6/21 Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry
Constance La France
Highlight Used: #3 - CAPITALIZATION
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Sometimes it seems like God doesn’t care,
We pray and pray and nothing happens,
The pain and sorrow get worse and worse and we wonder?
Does God have any concern at all for me?
But see, God’s timing is a wondrous and complex thing,
And if we could see her heart,
We would see the Holy Spirit moving heaven and earth to prepare a joyful rest that we can’t forget,
A joyful rest that sits in our consciousness and reverberates joy through our being in an endless, eternal reckoning,
You see it is the will of the Holy Spirit as she works through Hindus, Jews, Muslims, New Agers, Christians, atheists, and agnostics to not lose one soul to despair.
An in the short run this sometimes seems like a quixotic daydream with no merit,
But in the long run the Holy Ghost always gets her way. The Queen of Heaven will not be denied,
Your soul will know peace whether it be in this lifetime or the next,
It will happen,
For Jesus’ love is truly invincible,
And even Satan will one day succumb to it,
God’s heart is to reach you and convince you of how much he loves by all means necessary.
And trust me, what God wants, God eventually gets, and that’s a fact.
Society seems hellbent to chuck,
the moral codes that hold it fast
so why are we so thunderstruck,
when cruel crimes the tube broadcast?
Once Adam sinned, man’s heart turned bad.
Cain killed Abel for being good.
Sin displeased God and made him sad,
and ruined Eden’s neighborhood.
New Agers teach that man is good
the god in him he can evoke.
If he would try, he surely could
transform himself, cast off sin’s yoke.
God declares that man at his core
a sinner is, and wicked too
the depraved deeds that from him pour
confirm that what God says is true.
The shrinks tell us there is no sin
they blame the space that man lives in.
Move him to a more favored place
and good deeds will the bad erase.
Improve the ways we educate
our children’s minds, and over time
they will improve, their wild ways shed,
and up the social ladder climb.
Man’s heart is so full of deceit
he knows not of its true extent.
Reprobate, with evil replete,
to wickedness and wildness bent.
New laws cannot man’s nature tame
laws make men blush, then find new ways
to break the rules, dispense with shame.
Men hate what’s right, the wrong they praise.
All human schemes to reform men
are doomed to fail if we refuse
to heed God’s Word but follow Zen
and hold on to our foolish views.
God has a plan to rescue man
from Satan’s grip, to set him free.
He told us from the very start
sin is a problem of the heart.
So, heed God’s word and to him turn
His righteous will, no longer spurn.
Ask Him to free you from sin’s strife
and give to you eternal life.