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Me : Righteous !
May not be religious.
Yet I am free to feel
Supreme Power
in my soul.
That’s the way, I feel God
or how can I choose
the ways of Providence.
My perception of God
lies in core of my heart
in self confidence
on journey of life,
obeying Universal Moral Values.
Being Analytic and Rational,
I believe in Theory of Evolution
established by Robert Charles Darwin.
I know well :
‘ God is neither the Creator
nor the administrator
of the world.'
I am guided by
Truth, Honesty, Compassion
to carry my duties.
I try my best
to sow seeds of above qualities
to next Generation
for Human Progress.
Supreme Power
feels me as Righteous and Generous.
POEM OF THE DAY : 20.10.25
[Poet’s Note : Form : This poem combines Haibun with
Specular Fugue, giving a straightforward descriptive journaling type Haibun more analytical depth, making for a more interesting & informative experience for reader, overlaying description with analytic style. ]
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With intense curiosity five kinky haired
African women watched her. Her hair sleek, her skin caramel,
wearing lilac pyjamas. Nobody instructed her to change into
hospital gear. She did not understand Tswana. They understood
English. Her Cuban surgeon was gentle as a lamb.
Their surgeon was a tough Afrikaner.
Afrikaners were toughened by trekking,
lambs skipping across conquered land.
Tswana was not an easy language to learn.
They starched hospital gear to last longer.
Lilac her favourite colour, opp-arting her caramel skin,
mottled by disease. Her hair from Malaysian and Indian genes,
mixed stew genetics, like all from the human race.
Dark eyes observed her struggle onto high hospital bed,
hip broken, with cartilage in tatters. Noisy Tswana cackles,
like hens on heat, bombarded her smile. She kept it on, an emoji.
Slowly the chicken run morphine disco calmed.
She could not endure morphine chokes or
polite falsehood steady. Hens were her evening friends,
feeding them a favourite chore. Their eggshell membranes
she swallowed for cartilage, her eyes flickering gratitude.
Gratitude is an abc lesson.
It is broken eggshells today.
Teen friends were loyal comrades,
their feedback raw honest. Being polite
strengthens boundaries, sometimes.
Morphine is gold during war.
Cheerily she remarked : “I know you are gossiping about me.”
All five women burst into raucous laughter, forging new friendships.
Friendships forged through pain and laughter.
Some humans learn via gossip.
Be cheerful about others not knowing.
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hospital wards full
patients support one another ~
laughter kills the pain
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If (I / you) were to observe (myself / yourself),
Would (I / You) really know (myself / yourself)?
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We prosper but we also strain -
This "Game of Life" is that refrain.
It carries on from day-to-day
And we stay steadfast in the fray
Playing our roles up to the hilt,
Life's psycho-social endless tilt -
Casting our lots on roulette's wheel,
Love's psycho-analytic deal.
Gazing into the mirror's face
It's who we are in that embrace.
It's what and why we can't explain -
Our Egos whitewash loss and gain.
We strive to find identity
And picture what we'd hope to be.
At times we feel it's all for naught
When falling short from what we've sought.
Stagnating in complacency
We hold on most tenaciously
To limits of expectancy
For what we'll suffer change to be.
Our portraits in the attic wait
To frame the essence of our fate.
The chronicle of life is great
And Truth, through time, applies the paint.
Most will be shown with minor flaws -
Some, as affronts to norms and laws
But all, one day, will be displayed;
How will your likeness be portrayed?
The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs raised by static.
The simple leans in to catch butterflies. One is cynical.
The other sensuous. One slaps your hand away.
One squeezes it. Personality
like the word itself broken in pieces, a flotilla.
In the storm the words like jigsaw waves.
In placidity, the sun’s too hot or doldrum’s ebb and flow.
We will make it!
Still, even in this exchange, coarse sand,
a castle with a moat. Your motives sought - there I go again
“Y O U R…”
Sisterly size-up. Am I trying to win? I didn’t know
we were preparing to arm wrestle. I’m unshaped,
neither the flat piece of a puzzle or linked.
The dreamy sky from the beach. Salt in the air,
eyes on the horizon, lap of the waves —
the same lift I feel when swinging high and higher.
The excitement of adventure, no one’s judging
my every word. I’m breathless…it’s breathtaking
when my feet float above the ground.
There I’m in the arms of love. There I point
and God answers with his digit reaching out, touching mine.
I am reborn by the finger of God.
We will make it!
12/19/2020
A scientist tired of research
left science one night in the lab
to let it sleep for a while
in a test tube on the rack,
went happily home relieved,
inspired by the spring air spray
started writing poems next day.
The poems took geometric shapes
with stack of words arranged
as symbols of complex molecules
emanating like DNA strings
through a fissure of the mind
profoundly analytic and precise
methodically trained by science.
The words balanced sentences perfectly
and expressed the notion rationally
like the chemical reactions formulating
the idea poems wanted to prove
which surprised the poet in distress
because he thought he had left
science in the lab to sleep and rest.
Science had sleep-walked un-sighted
to his new work-place the poetry lab
poured chemicals on the deranged words
broke the displaced sentences to shards
and put the poems in acid soup,
returned to the test tube un-noticed
it dissolved in sleep and vanished.
The scientist lost his science in an instant
and the new poet his poetry nascent.
July 20, 2017.
MY FLIGHT
Wish to fly free on frolic fervent flight
spreading flapping pair of wings, mind and brain.
Trouble to navigate as wings do fight.
Soul in confusion facing stress and strain.
Mind offering dormant desires to drink.
Wish to fly free on frolic fervent flight.
Analytic brain trying to judge and to link.
Soul unable to decide wrong or right.
Mind and brain in conflict: Relation tight.
Stubborn soul wobbles which wing to pamper!
Wish to fly free on frolic fervent flight.
Can’t propel proper, flight getting hampered.
Two wings agree to choose same path hardly.
Which direction to exhibit bright light!
Brain and mind are opponents, not friendly.
Wish to fly free on frolic fervent flight.
07/11/22
Second place
Flight Three
Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Angel’s songbirds awoke and flung the deal
Anisette chirps, sounds of reels
On that day my soul grew lyric
My heart couldn’t see it
Angels songbirds sing with me
And the harmonies never waiting
The sound singer souls singing
The song craft smiled
Ah, distinctly I was lullabying
And the hand claps never hymning yet rhyming
Death shall bring bass riffs
The sonic songwriting singsong smiths
Angels songbirds sing with me
I crave the lyrical, lyric leaf
From off my chest, my breath
Expressivity - expressivity - expressivity!
Somewhat louder than my debrief
I am shore of my golden voiced leaf
you warned me about the high relief
I crave the song-like, songful soundtrack
I feel my spirit leaving my back
Angels songbirds sing with me
That moment my soul grew analytic
The musical smiled
To warn me about the vibrato
And so you came gently jingling
Of duets that are bungling
Chirping metals yawn iron robins
My passion is the cuckoo lullaby, laugh angel laugh
Once I sat engaged and dancing, fly angel fly
Angels songbirds sing with me
When I thought of the song, sing angel sing
Deep into that darkness scoring, fly angel fly
In a kingdom full of shields, shield angel shield
On that day my soul grew lyric, fly angel fly
I awoke and flung the tenorist, high up to the skies
Much I marveled this overload alto, high angel high
Much I marveled the atonal hymn, sing angel sing
I have dreamed of the tempos, Hallelujah
Angels songbirds sing with me
Deep into that darkness interviewing, Hallelujah
That moment my soul grew singable, come sing with me
overloud alto, high angel high
Marveled the atonal hymn praises above all men, sing angel sing
Angels songbirds sing with me
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Platos dualism…
Laertius' "magi”
The most noble say we are an extraordinary event
And I agree with their logic and sentiment
An opportunity occurrence heaven sent
We are an awesome manifestation
We clearly embody an abstract incarnation
In His image complete systems of software emulation
The source energy, burning light, heat, oxygen
A flame ignites testosterone in the equation, estrogen
Essence sparks imagination, particles in circuits charging
Our sensors switched on, physical phenomenon's
Immanuel Kant contrasted it with noumenon's
A thing that is in itself sensed by humans
That which cannot be a direct observation
A world with what might be a spatial dimension
Möbius noted it rotates onto its mirror-image realization
Ruling that it is a universal mind bend
Something unseen to us and a god send
A conscience is alive and will transcend
Grasp the form of order among us, become analytic
These the concepts of the transcendental aesthetic
Leaving what’s not genuine or natural, synthetic
From experience discussions well-reasoned
Born with a formula programed and seasoned
Encrypted to crack codes to play roles in treason
We very well maintain the skeptic stance
Jesus a glitch to some who have no acceptance
But when focused and in a meditative trance
We embrace what is a peaceful coexistence
Bursting when the cosmos quest exploded
Interrelated tech terms, intelligence encoded
Beliefs of the understanding Empiricus’s philosophy noted
Martin Luther's theses, religious revolution then toted
Over conclusions that are only opinion
A servile dependent or a minion
The results will send us into oblivion
Has shown us that by suspending judgment
And by refusing speculative argument
Estimating the quality of worth and engagement
One achieves the state of ataraxia
Good conduct and the practice of eupraxia
Generating good health and euphoria
And through research and great finds
What philosophers teach and is best for mankind
Suspend judgment and attain tranquility of mind
Transcend Fear and Anxiety
FEAR and ANXIETY
enter mind endangering efficiency
acting awfully against analytic approach
Try to transcend with tact and competence.
Oblivious solution lies in dependence on self-confidence.
Out of fear, don’t lose your gear.
Value your skill driving out anxiety.
Chase fear challenging nervousness causing anxiety
More you are anxious, more you will miss.
Anxiety all around far or near, known or unknown.
Fear may attack severe or mild, off and on.
Overpower anxiety through your smartness.
Break claws of paws of awe : You are awesome fearless.
MORAL VALUES
You Require TRUTHFULNESS and HONESTY
No need to act strictly religious
Not to be rude but run on MODESTY.
And always stick to be RIGHTEOUS.
Have feelings for needy and the distressed.
Don’t be selfish trying to flinch or to funk.
Treat earnest with your COURAGE and KINDNESS.
Offer your LOVE and HELP ! Don’t let them sunk.
Act analytic being RATIONAL.
Never give up, remain OPTIMISTIC.
SELF -CONFIDENCE is your basic moral.
Don’t allow stagnancy, go DYNAMIC.
Respect Universal Moral Values.
Implement in your life : Patent’s views.
02/09/2023
The 12 things you’ll teach your child
Contest by Matt Caliri