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oh, brother horizon, oh sister sky
a white-tail deer goes padding by
I feel protected by the Great Father today
away from the city, the bustle, the nonsense, the fray
oh, cousin beaver, and sister steer
you are sensed, so probably near
I turn and see a turtle making his way
down the slope of my front yard today
I am surrounded by totems who love me so
If it was night, I would see a raccoon, I know
the trickster fox turns and flips me his tail
I take a sip of my coffee and study my mail
I have had a fine rest, thanks to my sister dreamcatcher
She never lets me down, or my husband Bill Fletcher
We are blessed to be protected by spirits, orbs, and ancestors
Our ideas miraculously intact, no nightmares sequestered
Oh, brother horizon, oh sister sky
we feel so blessed, and thank you both on high
25th high school reunion
Big Beaver Restaurant 1997
You somehow found
the seat next to me.
Showed me a picture
of your husband
Doesn’t he look like you?
--No—well---maybe--No
Later, I wanted to talk to you
--all night--
Hands in my pockets
by the dance floor
Unrestrained, we might have
taken a room out on Rt. 18
But that’s only me.
The next morning
my wife at the time
said that you were
still in love with me
Fast forward to the coming
55th and I will not entertain
Attendance at your beckon.
Our virtual cyber reunion
in recent years has covered
the things we might have
uttered over those motel pillows
in Beaver Falls by the truck stops,
those reasons why our youth at the time
was such a mutually delicious flaw
You are in a good place, now,
with bad knees,
While I am palpably exposed
Out Here in the ether
on the dance floor,
where
we might attend
to our mysteries.
(ALLITERATION)
Cows milked: mitigated mooing in the meadows then
Weaving on the warp, some workaholic women
Harvest of hapless halibuts on hooks
Bookish book-worms buried in books
A palomino and a pony patter on the paving
Hucksters and hawkers hawking every housing.
Ravers out on the razzle raising a raucous razz-ma-tazz
Beavers busy building beaver-dams but about it quite blasé.
Doves cooing in divine chorus
Frogs frisking out of focus
Horoscopes are hocus pocus.
Tidal waves of tsunami treacherously tread
Sea-anemones scattered upon the sea-bed.
Geraniums genuflecting in jungle-like gardens
Hunters wary of wandering wild-life wardens.
All this when I ventured about videotaping
Nature's much nicer even with no landscaping
These are direly different scenes from different parts of the globe
Perhaps like a space probe's kaleidoscopic poetic probe
( this poem has every letter of the alphabet except x)
Like a sparrow my Father again so feeds me
Like the wind my Father again yet fills me
With His heavenly breath He fills life into me my lungs
The breath of Life.......He gives us all
Sings so exuberantly
The energy around me surrounds me so beautifully
I am so welcomed in HIM my Father, God feeds me
The ants on the ground gathering all they need
The birds in the trees have everything
And just like also those things we do share
Elohim father Creator God of everything, so exuberantly
Beautiful Hallelujah
Like a beaver builds a dam, my Father keeps me from falling He hold my hand
Like the maple tree waving in the sky my Father again walks on by
With His heavenly breath out of His mouth He speaks life
The breath of Life
Like a sparrow my father again so feeds me
Like the wind my Father again yet fills me
With His heavenly breath He fills life into me my lungs
The breath of Life
Sings so exuberantly
The energy around me surrounds me so beautifully
I am so welcomed in HIM my Father, God feeds me
The ants on the ground gathering all they need
The birds in the trees have everything
And just like also those things we do share
Elohim father Creator God of everything, so exuberantly
Beautiful Hallelujah
Sings so exuberantly
The energy around me surrounds me so beautifully
I am so welcomed in HIM my Father, God feeds me
Out of my Father's mouth He speaks life
Out of my Father's mouth He feeds me
Like a tree hovers o'ver me Our God my God covers me
Like a tree hovers o'ver me Our God my God covers me
Like a sparrow my father again so feeds me
Like the wind my Father again yet fills me
With His heavenly breath He fills life into me my lungs
The breath of Life
Sings so exuberantly
The energy around me surrounds me so beautifully
I am so welcomed in HIM my Father, God feeds me
The ants on the ground gathering all they need
The birds in the trees have everything
And just like also those things we do share
Elohim father Creator God of everything, so exuberantly
Beautiful Hallelujah
7/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
blood sweat and tears leave
no stone unturned move heaven
and earth pull your weight
go to great lengths make
a supreme effort bust a
gut and go all out
give it everything
you’ve got burning desire
step up to the plate
fire in the belly
spur on drive someone get the
ball rolling take pains
take the bull by the
horns jump on the bandwagon
and pull your socks up
eager beaver stay
the course give it your all throw
yourself into it
keep your eye on the
prize light a fire underneath and
pull out all the stops
roll up your sleeves bite
the bullet and pushing the
envelope spur on
"Horus in Paradise"
In dreams
I met you in Paradise
I called you
Blue Sky
You were an
Angel in disguise
Horus, White Light
feathers of fire
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Ten Miles High” / Roison Murphy
https://youtu.be/2B8fxZoa7w0
"It mav have been a Million years ago
The Light was kindled in the Old Dark Land
Within which the illumined Scrolls are all aglow,
That Egypt gave us with her mummified hand :
This was the secret of that subtle smile
Inscrutable upon the Sphinx's face,
Now told from sea to sea, from isle to isle ;
The revelation of the Old Dark Race ;
Theirs was the wisdom of the Bee and Bird,
Ant, Tortoise, Beaver, working human-wise ;
The ancient darkness spake with Egypt's Word ;
Hers was the primal message of the skies:
The Heavens are telling nightly of her glory,
And for all time Earth echoes her great story.
“There are more things in heaven and earth,
Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
“If we shadows have offended,
think but this and all is mended,
that you have but slumber’d here,
while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
no more yielding but a dream.”
1. Horus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horus
2. Ancient Egypt The light of the World (Vol II)
https://www.academia.edu/36994959/ANCIENT_EGYPT_THE_LIGHT_OF_THE_WORLD_A_Work_of_Reclamation_and_Restitution_in_Twelve_Books_VOL._II
(a) Egyptian Wisdom in the Revelation of John the Divine (Page 690)
(b) The Jesus-Legend Traced in Egypt for Ten Thousand Years (Page 727 – 890)
3. Ancient Egypt The Light of the World (Vol I – II)
https://www.academia.edu/40950279/Gerald_Massey._Ancient_Egypt_-_Vols1-2
4. The Parallels Between Jesus and Horus
https://hubpages.com/religion-philosophy/forum/42035/the-parallels-between-jesus-and-horus-
5. Jesus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus
6. Ennead
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ennead
7. Isis; Nephthys; Hathor
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isis
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephthys
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hathor
Artwork / George Redhawk (legally blind)
https://mymodernmet.com/george-redhawk-gifs/
All God’s critters got a place in the woods of Saint John
They dance and sing and get their jimble jamble back on.
We see it happening, and we laugh, for of them we are fond.
They are jiving and striving down south now, toward Unka’s pond.
Some are coming back. Here is raccoon, muskrat and beaver.
Opossums claim they have some weird kind of holiday fever.
The fox and badger are both sneaking around the old mill stump.
Here are cardinals and goldfinch, and a blue jay named Grump.
All God’s critters are welcome, we take in our own.
We don’t want anyone lost, lonely, sad or alone.
Please come see us if you are feeling purple or green.
We will cheer you up with your happiness sheen.
Mostly they are good memories, up early in the morning
and heading to the foothill’s lakes and streams.
I’d fish near the car, while he'd go further off
coming back with a basket full of trout.
One time at the Kananaskis beaver ponds,
he came back early because he’d lost his
glasses when he’d disturbed a beehive.
When we went back to look for them,
the bees were still mad and we had to run
but never found his glasses. Another time,
I played peek-a-boo with a young otter and
neither of us fished. Then we’d head back,
often stopping at the Cremona Hotel, where
he’d buy get me a soda pop and chocolate bar
and I’d wait in the car, while he went inside
for a beer before driving home.
A few years later, I had my own waders and
the Zebco reel, I’d saved months for.
I would fish upstream, while he’d walk downstream
before turning upstream to fish, catching up with me
in a couple hours, always with more and bigger fish.
Once on the Fallen Timber, he met me on a deep pool where
I’d raised a big brook trout and we spent about ten minutes
teasing that fish to no avail and again I ended up
waiting outside the Cremona Hotel.
A year or two later, a glorious Indian Summer day
I headed upstream as usual and caught some good trout.
Around dusk, Dad hadn’t joined me, so I hiked up to
the road and walked back towards the car,
to meet him driving up the road and this time,
I had more and bigger fish. Nothing was said but
we didn’t stop that night at the Cremona Hotel.
“Hi Eagle, loonie for your thoughts?”
“Hey Beaver, what made them choose you for a national animal?”
“I’m a symbol of perseverance and strength, persistence and hard work, eh.”
“Oh I see, I thought it was their sense of humor.”
“Well Eagle, we’re dam funny too. Care for a timbit?”
“What in the world is a timbit?”
“It’s like donut holes we eat with our Tim Horton’s.”
“Who’s Tim Horton?”
“It’s coffee, on every corner. We all have at least three a day. No matter what.”
“Everyday? That seems like a lot. What if they’re closed? Or if there’s a blizzard? ”
“That’s an odd question. They’re never closed and blizzards don’t stop anyone in hockey season.”
“Hmm, so it’s like Starbuck’s here, or football and beer.”
“Yes exactly, like hockey and beer.”
“No I said foot… nevermind. What about maple syrup, is it true you put it on almost everything?”
“That is a ridiculous rumour. We don’t put it on almost everything, we put it on literally everything.”
“That can’t be right, you put it on burgers? In cereal, coffee, beer? On sandwiches, steak, bacon?”
“You bet we do. On bacon, coffee, bacon, beer, bacon, sandwiches, bacon, steak, bacon. And usually bacon as well.”
“…… Okay well, see you around I guess. I’m going to take off to my nest.”
“Yes take off eh, ya hoser.”
“Hoser?”
Dec 12, 2022
It lays helpless at the foot of the hill gasping for breath, while the shadows drifts slowly over the hardened earth and thickened skies. The scent of the gully birds kept meandering around strange daffodils with courageous scent filtering in the promiscuous skies.
I have learnt that starfish and clams are not the smartest creatures but when they bond together there is no breathing space for the clam to waiver. The bowerbird with its sugary nest scampers around the logs, watching the chipmunk tunneling through the hole while the squirrel kept swinging from door to door and the queen bee kept spewing honey on the wooden floor.
A loud noise echoed from across the horizon crashing through lofty mountain sending billows of smoke through the dented skies. The ashes travels for miles sand and dust mixed with the earth’s crust dancing to the alligator rhythm and the cicada kept its tune for the mass schedule at noon. The beaver stands next to the door watching the giant anteater walking on the shore, while the sea gulls kept asking for more.
I stood from a long distance watching the piranha drifting towards the shore and the gold fish swimming behind its tail with a blood spot on its veil, as the shadows of human encountered with the drill the piranhas plunges in the ocean plate and the mammoth come flying out of nowhere busting down the gate and the fish swam freely towards the shore and migrate into fresh clean waters.
It was a scene that I could never forget; it kept me static on the deck as the ships starts rolling in the voices began to sing and everyone caught on to that mystifying rhythm. I am Free.