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If gold coins and silver dollars
Could turn hollow and float
On the quivering skin of Torch Lake
July backstroke of jingle
Belly rings nipple rings
This would be it
Drowning Japanese Beetles
Tossed by handfuls to the surface water
From jewelry boxes kept by robbers
What better way to give it back?
Bringing justice to generations
Of those who’ve always wondered
What exactly happened to my keepsakes?
Sky
Lake
I am cut in half at my cold waist
Like a poor boy on a rural road
Who’s come across a tipped over Brinks truck
Coughing in the hot dust
Of swimming nickels and pennies
I look around
Then wade through my newfound riches
My beggar’s palms
Scoop up the reflections
Collect to the dock bits and pieces
Of the struggling metallic creatures
And wisps of cloud sun and wind
A stirring gaudy pile
Grows of second chances
To be picked over by my kids
Who say “Eweee. Yuck. and Beautiful.
Daddy
You are a pirate. Captain Bly!”
Ey
I don’t know why I do these little things
Saving these treasures
As coin by coin takes wing
Flies away
To my kids’ great wonder.
As I'm walking down this road
as I'm walking in this world
my feet are touching the ground Jesus been on
On my, my mind as He shows me the way
my feet are touching the ground
Jesus been on my heart and in my mind He shows me the way
I am walking I am talking but I don't feel good
I am living but yet living and I'm feeling broke
bits and pieces no one's listening
can't help myself
been repetitive
no one's helping guide me cept Lord Jesus
I haven't anything like walking into the valleys
climbing the mountains high
swam swimming the rivers flow
yet I'm walking forever walking got no place to go
Jesus, Jesus guide me holds My hand comes
and leaves me cross the desert
in the mountains and the valleys holds
my hand help me in encouragement
Jesus guide me hold
My hand Lead me cross the deserts sands
and the mountains high and the valley is low
hold my hand help me and encourage me show
me which way to go
across the waters on top of the waters
you stand there with your hands stretched out and open wide
All I have to do
Is to keep my eyes on you
You are my prize Jesus guide me hold My hand Lead me across the deserts and the mountains highs and The valleys low
hold my hand help me and encourage me Jesus guide me
show me which way to go
Jesus guide me hold My hand and guide me
Show me which way to go
Hallelujah
Amen
9//27/16
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2016
Memories of your loving
Still lingers everywhere
How great we were together
How much you showed me that you cared
You so gentle and the laughs we shared
And now look at all the years that have since past
The pains of live for both of us that could’ve been spared
If only I had understood then
My feelings would’ve been bared
The bits and pieces of feelings and of memories
Have always had their special place
Their own touch of grace
Where I could only go and still see your face
One day they were no longer vague
They were clear and coming back in my mind as such a fast pace
I’m constantly in my mind
Re-living all those days
And how hard it was to say goodbye
We had to break the gaze
Always thought that we moved on
And things like that happen when you’re young
So moments flew by with time
It was like a bell in my head
That suddenly rung
All I though about was you
All I could think about was finding you
And how my life with you had
Then only just begun
And now I’ve found you, told you
Some of what I needed to say
But that don’t make it any easier to get through the day
I fear it may have caused you to run away
I hope we won’t be victims of circumstance
That you give me another chance
To show you how I feel
Is true and real
I’m bleeding though all scars are healed
I pour my heart and soul out
In these words that I write
Needing the chance to say them to you
But my tongue gets tied
And the words don’t come out right
It’s an endless fight
With myself every day, each night
But I can’t never again lose sight
Of how I want my heart to take flight
Wake up with you in the mornings light
From holding each other so tight
Please come back
Don’t wait to long
Apart is where we are
Together is where we belong
It can’t be wrong
It will be all right
Take me once more
To those heights
(Dedication: For Michael and Clara)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A year has passed so quickly now:
Just the two of us for company;
Observe the mood in simple terms,
You and I sip a cuppa, read a book.
Feisty love shows in thoughts we share:
Ideas and bits and pieces here;
Tease and poke fun and laugh with ease,
See how the days and months have flown.
Echoes in the mists of time conjure:
Align our ways with dreams that call;
Choose to see each moment life flings,
Hurl our feelings with lovely tact.
Mind and heart sync with easy glow:
Allow each space to live fond pace;
Zoom and forge and live our fond flair,
Each to each in cheeky passage.
Sense kind motives in love we live:
Urge now prompts our love affair;
Mix and mingle twin comfort zones,
See a future in times we grace.
Leon Enriquez
19 July 2015
Singapore
In the corner dark and glum,
Extant off-casts lie plonked there,
To fill in the space
Knick-knacks, old wedding presents,
ornaments and filler-inners
Round and globular, bits and pieces,
Hide the harsh mangles and tangles
When walls at right angles collide
Vases on pedestals, lamps on tables with draws,
Triangular book shelve
Tiny, tall thin cupboards
All lurking and softening the dead, dank naughty corners
With curvaceous adornments and left-over stuff.
If rooms were round there would be no corners to fill
But, would you miss your corners
Like graves with headstones miss their mourners?
"Final Edition" Posted 12 Sep 2021
With deep gratitude to all of who visited and commented over these 12 months of Monoku Mondays, I am hereby retiring this series. Keep laughing and bringing a smile to one another, we all need a lighthearted break from the serious side of life once in a while... especially on Mondays! ~ John
Just Say'n
a clear conscience: usually the result of a bad memory
Speaking of Memory…
i've got great memory if i could only remember to use it
Well If You Put It That Way
the grass is greener on the other side at least you don't have to mow it
Balance Is as Balance Does
a teen's idea of a balanced diet a burger in each hand
Speaking of Teens…
there's nothing wrong with teens that a little reasoning won't aggravate
How Sad
her birthday is april 1st unfortunately, no one believes her
Politics In a Nutshell
never forget the golden rule whoever has the gold makes the rules
Why I Did Poorly in English Class
I was always fated to mispell werds it was just my density
"Bits and Pieces VII" Posted 5 Sep 2021
I Wish I'd Said That
there is only one thing worse than being wealthy not being wealthy
Isn't It Ironic?
i express my non-conformity with mass-produced bumper stickers
I Know, Right?
all those who are opposed to speeding violations raise your right foot
Clueless Clem - International Dating Dunce
"like watching tennis, Cheri?" "oui!" "just a wee bit? okay, baseball then"
Little Red Writing 'Hood
i live in a red house on a writer's block but no one is writing
Quote of the Week
i went to a fight last Saturday night and a hockey game broke out ~
[humor attribution - #5 by Edmo Snord, #6 by Rodney Dangerfield, all others found online, sources unknown]
I’ve just invented something that I think you will applaud
I cannot tell you what it does or even what it’s called
I made it out of bits and pieces found up in my loft
I stuck a switch on one end and some sponge to make it soft
It has no moving parts so there’s no need for messy grease
I’ve hammered in some screws and nails so there’s no missing piece
It doesn't buzz or rumble… if it did you wouldn’t feel it
And as its purpose is unclear nobody’s gonna steal it
I painted one half red because the other half is green
My grandma said that colour combo simply can’t be seen
I didn’t have a plug so I won’t ever plug it in
And so you can be sure that it won’t make an awful din
It won’t wake up at five a.m. and get you out of bed
And if you wear it like a hat it won’t mess with your head
It’s wood and plastic, bits of tin, assorted nuts and bolts
It’s also very safe because it uses zero volts
If I could ever switch it on would it spring into life
Would it be an aide for me or useful to my wife
And could it be the best invention nobody has seen
I’m so proud of my red and green, invisible machine
during talking to this young lady
i looked on her quiet fondly as a friend
still stunned when she kissed me
i stepped back with shock
yet looking at her in a softened heart
i felt for her looking into her eyes i said
stop sweetheart as i looked at her
inside i was crying
so long since i heard them words
i love you
putting both hands on her face
saying looking into her eyes
you are so very sweet
she never saw inside what them words meant
i saw in her eyes hurt
feeling so ashamed
i hugged her saying
never give your feelings away
so easily to a man you barely know
you began pleading
saying you knew me for ages
it was only in the space of shopping
i felt ever so bad
wishing the ground to swallow me
so much going on in one's head
finding it hard to cope
then you began telling me
that for months you had been watching me
as we spoke once a week on the rare occasion twice
always smiling sometimes
coming up behind me
playfully giving me a fright then laughing
all this time i saw you as a friend
during the conversation
she began telling me
each time i entered the shop
she got butterflies
i felt so sad heart touched
honestly did not know what to say
beyond flattered
at that moment i felt broken hearted
i did not want to hurt her
she began saying you are always so nice
i love speaking to you
waiting and hoping to see you each we
smiling lost for words
each time after shopping
always headed to her till
she always smiled beautiful
each time she saw me even
among'st a crowd
her look would single me out
at the time one never noticed
to wrapped up in everything else in my life
there was no room within
my heart that time
to let you in
in fact i love the company
inside emotion
i shut completely down
flattered she kissed me again
honestly it tasted beautiful
i stopped her
deep within the mind one was hurting
with shattered love deep inside
please darling i said
i do not want to hurt you
try to understand my is not right
never mentioning hospitals
making one feel heartless
you began promising me
the very world you live in
inside i could feel a crying emotion
my mind in bits and pieces
barely living walking around
blind to everyone in my own hurt
the scars were still attached to feelings
of emotion that was not dealt with yet
i was a million miles away in a different space
now i see a lot clearer this is on story i will write
continued angel 3
He was just a boy alone in journey of life
Morals, high standards upon family name he walks
No recollection to memory, just brief thought in mind
Certain image portrayed, locked away in the depths
A way of life's poverty, morning dose's of the syrup
Just a toddler throwing sticks on tobacco, outhouse out back
Lucky have running water, bath's from bowl
Remember days fishing with gramps, never knew his name
Growing older, riding tailgate before sunrise sky
Two different families, world torn by mishap
Lasp of times memory, I do not know but bits and pieces
Where did life go that I've grown like yesterday
Struggle, eyes see reality of man's existence
It's true, one can love but be so heartless
Streets, beneath cardboard box hunger thirst to be
Dark woods, blackness to emptiness lonesome
Do we give in to fate we live that we die here
We lay our head in hopes of bread to taste
Not proud of which man force upon the soul,
evil they touch in wickedness
I must forgive myself for that I inflict but with change perfect my being
Integrity of my heart still weak but image is seen
Not the man of the world but the world in the man
The man I am, I give myself who I represent
Not of mankind I walk but a journey to perfect a being
There's nothing left, no reason to stay.
I know it's time to walk away
Never again will you make me cry,
I 've found the courage to tell you goodbye.
But first there's something I must do,
collect the last memories of me and you.
I need to find an empty box,
one I can seal with tape and locks.
I need to put away so many things,
pictures, cards, my wedding rings.
valued keepsakes, I used to treasure,
the sight of them brings me no pleasure.
I should just throw this stuff in the trash
watch it burn until its turned to ash.
But in my mind there'd still remain,
those bits and pieces that caused me pain.
In the box is all that's left of us
of a marriage covered in cobwebs and dust.
I'm letting go and walking away,
but I've decided the box will stay.
I've no need of reminders of what we once had,
those insignificant remnants of a life we shared.
Put it in bed where I used to lay.
It's heartless like you. That's why I'm walking away.
* * * * * * * *
"...and in the end, letting go was a lot like falling in love.
I had to learn to say goodbye to the one who gave me
the courage to say hello."
r. m. drake
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December 14th 2015
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