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Here is a poem request I wrote. It's for a lady who enjoys gardening and has great pleasure in keeping her vases filled with fresh flowers.Enjoying the beauty of nature.
Poem and pictures on my Instagram :
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MY CUTTING VASE GARDEN
My garden is so relaxing for me,
The bright green, lush lawn,
Wonderful flowers, such a joy to see!!
I noticed the other day,
The return of the leaf cutter bee,
Shaping each leaf in patterns,
So delicately.
There's lavender so calming,
Sweet peas, with scent so amazing!!
Of course, there's the beautiful rose,
A garden, I love to spend my days in.
There is pretty white boarders,
And foxgloves, standing so tall,
I have my cutting garden vases,
I can fill them all!!
A garden full of vibrant flowers,
Brings such delight for me,
My beautifu,l cutting vase garden,
Is where you will always find me!!
Voltage elect potential energy tween two points ver vnit vharged;
Visible referring light spectrum intergalactic, electromagnetic, vadiation that has a wavelength tween vanometers;
Can be seen by the human eye.
Invasions, implosions humanity asks WHY?
Curmudgeon covering universal cruch
Calaxies burchering kinetic energies emerging
Displeasure, dishonest earth-men humanity political view
Vehement visitor even those righteous humans say..
be at war with those Vogonians
Those illegal aliens sent them back cross our shores and boarders
8/11/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
end the day
fire is the night
freedom on the end
of a candle
the wick slowly burns
gorilla warfare
ak 47 smothers all the
brothers , new species
candle flickers and fades
from your eyes you die
crusted figurines burnt
with charred smiles
gone before the new
tomorrow , is faded
we live for the cause
that will save us from one another
boom boom out goes the light
no do overs left the war was
the ultimate test
one more second of life
one more life taken in a second
fully automatic lines been drawn
boarders stretched beyond the known
back there left in your garden clone
for their candle burns
like a funeral pyre
calling all forward
to bring your dead
when was it said that life is
better on the other side?
i have been there with and with out light
i will water my garden more often
As I walk down this rugged road,
That flows through the overgrown wood;
I am reminded of the life of a Christian.
This crumbling road with its faded yellow line;
It may have difficult turns and drops,
It also has its holes and ruff spots;
But is is the only road to the top of the hill.
This road I travel is covered in dust,
And is surrounded by the darkness of the forest.
This pathway may be hard to travel,
But one step off leads to a deep fall.
The cliffside that boarders this road,
Leads to nothing except pain and despair;
And the Forests around lead to nowhere.
This road may be dangerous to be traversed:
Traveling on a road the world has cursed,
May cause us to feel all alone;
But if we stay on the path,
We will meet up with someone.
If we feel we travel alone;
It is because the Lord is watching:
Waiting for us to join Him.
We were never alone, He was there all along,
To help us around the next sharp bend.
At times the Road seems steep,
At times the holes seem deep;
But at the final step, all will be worth it,
Because the top of the hill is not the end,
But rather the start of a bright horizon.
5 cars of the vehicular kind merged then vanished
Drove instantly inside one another to disappear
Solid lead rained down on them as well
Melted, evaporated, the evidence presented clear
Another clue, according to the view
Proved to be conclusive to that end
Detectives drew a line with good intentions well defined
Using chalk thought to be made of calcium carbonate
Found on some rock site undisclosed, remote
A soft, white, porous, sedimentary item found in nature
Formed from strange marine life at an undersea location
Eons ago at night as if it mattered to any one
This is pure speculation, a supposition of course
A hypothesis thought to be weak at best
Yet accepted in legal circles as concrete
Science crossed their hearts and hoped to die
If their findings were a lie
Around that which they oddly called a crime
Teachers line up calculators on the vacant scene
Loaded with batteries, black boards and cameras
Chalk comes in handy for drawing cartoon cars
Students! Love your teachers for that reason
As you love being graded on a curve
Data confirmed there were 5 cars in motion
On the lot and at that location
Students in attendance testified cross-eyed
Well informed according to their word
Vehicular occurrences are rare but happen
It is reasonable to assume the sound of chalk was heard
Screeching marks along the bounderies of a curb
Within the boarders of conclusions reached where lines are drawn
On the ground remained an empty place
An echo, nothing more
Vacancy kept in its place
Over zealous detectives state the facts as found
Cars don't travel just to disappear
Covered in lead melted down to vanish
Parameters of sight are well within speed limits
In broad daylight it is easy to see clear logic
Unless the FBI become involved
Roll in like fog
Problem discovered, problem solved
Are we headed in that direction
The end of the world
The loss of perfection
Are we drug down that path
By our belt with foot attached
Have we past the point of no return
Without a choice have chances burned
And losses cost are we to learn
In the boarders cross
Have we really come to that place
To meet that judge face to face
Are our crimes too many to name
Just enough to earn that fame
Why didn't wisdom warn about the game
While we were we brought to shame
What happened to the taught and tamed
Or is there in the end a source of gain
Will tears fill our eyes glory or pain
In that place is it new or the same
Have our lives been spent in vain
Giving to ourselves a kind of disdain
Are we set free or the curse remain
Are we to trust our selves
Or use that Name
My muse keeps pestering like a cenobite,
chewing my brain like a hungry parasite.
Pressuring the ink to bleed like acid rain,
catharsis to release perpetual pain.
Hiding poems that live rent free like boarders,
I'm a shadow slave refusing it's orders.
This elusive euphoria sounds absurd,
because I'm silent in my clandestine world.
My pen has froze in this salacious summer,
ignoring mental murderous moon's mummer.
My faithful muse, why don't you abandon me,
can't you see I have no time for poetry.
I've fallen free without words, feeling too deep,
please do not disturb me, I just want to sleep.
What is the future of Africa
Mama Africa is calling
Yes she is wounded
She bleeds with deep pain
She is calling on her children for healing
She feel neglected forgotten and deprived
She need her feet back to stand on her ten toes
Who are the children of Africa
We all are
Let listen to her call
Let’s cover her nakedness
Let build her a happy home
We all will be the future of Africa
We all are
What is the future of Africa
Mama Africa is calling
Her call stretches beyond boarders
Her voice echoes for unity
Her quest stands for one love
Her heart beats for peace
Mama Africa is calling
We all are responsible to this call
We are all she need
We need to build her a new home
Where there will be no more sorrows agony and wars
Where humanity can be visible
Where all can live with love
Where we will suffer no more
We all will be the future of Africa
There at the gateway
To Heaven or hell
They come
When their living is done
To eternally sleep
Beneath the black clouds
That seep
Like ink
On a satin white sheet
Where the Raven stands
With a gun in her hand
Long tresses cascading in black
To touch the back
Of that plume-like gown
Of tiered layers
That fall to the ground
~~~~~
Of in the distance
There in the light
That boarders
The brink of night
Birds of a feather
Circle together
Screaming their song
Of fright
As---
The Princess of darkness
Surveys her kingdom
There in a sea of mist
Where those stone ships list
Lost souls set adrift
In a picture of---
Horror
And
Delight
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Written by: Elaine George
Inspired by the picture
For the contest: Among the dead
Dorothy had a stubborn opinionated doll named Mare.
Mare had a persnickety attitude, her nose in the air.
I am taking in boarders, she told the stunned Dorothy.
So far I have signed on two, with a possible three.
Dorothy was intimidated by this doll named Mare.
She told others, but they laughed, for they did not care.
How can I get rid of her? She asked her cousin, Jer.
He decided to talk to this creature, named Mare.
Jer ended up signing up to become a boarder too.
So now she had three for sure, said Sue.
Sue is Dorothy’s cousin who also tried.
But came away angry, with her hair all fried.
What happened to your hair? I asked mad Sue.
That doll gave me a bad perm, and I tipped her too!
Why would you tip her then? I asked Sue. How can that be?
Because, she told me, her scary attitude intimidated me.