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I like roses, lilies, cactuses, and other beautiful
flowers that display their blossoms most of the year.
I like red, white, pink, and even bright yellows.
I like all flowers, birds, bees, and green trees.
I'm different from others, but I like myself too.
God made us all to be ourselves and do our best,
and like His entire creation, to depend on Him.
So, once a year, one of my colors is purple.
I say hello and encourage the rest of God's creation
to blossom where they are planted and be their best there.
I remind them that whether it's rainy or shiny, calm or stormy,
God will be there with and for them because He always cares for us.
They could grace the cover of a magazine. Meet my colorful flower garden team; So bright and bountiful this spring.
More glorious than ever it seems. The smiling Irises can't wait to be seen; Sitting stately enthroned like beauty queens.
Decoratively surrounded by plenty of green, The big-blossomed roses make their annual scene, Full of red, yellow, maroon, and very pretty pink.
They're on display like a well-orchestrated machine, Some of which lie slightly against the window screen. Like homemade greeters, the cactuses hover over them all,
Yelling loudly to all comers, "Hello yall!" The mulberry tree stands broad and tall, Flashing its shade against the walls.
042320PoSpCtest, Spring Rhyme, Emile Pinet. 11P
Although the Santa Rosa plum tree took a beating by the bugs this Spring, she's bouncing back in June but won't bear near as many plums as last year. I find her to be so unselfish as I noticed her looking over her shoulder at the lemon tree to wish her well. Over her other shoulder is another plum tree of a smaller variety, and it looks to do well this summer. The cactuses seem to know neither limits nor enemy as they border the tomatoes as well as the nectarine and peach trees. The squash appears to be sluggish from the struggle, but the tomatoes are vibrant, and I can hear them whispering to the squash as if to say, "Come on guys, you can do it".
060920PSCtest, The Garden, Dear Heart. 5P
America, a breakthrough, an idea, an emancipation,
a beginning, a hard fought war, uncivil, a dream.
America, a balance, not teetering, yes - tottering
on ideals. Ideals that freed slaves and women.
America, when the world was caving in from the East
and West, with bruised and bloody knees, praying.
America, its red white and blue; its stripes and stars.
In its stitches, we recall the mess, the yesterdays.
America, the bold and brave, the steadfast, dreamers.
An experiment, a Republic with enduring life.
America, a melting pot, well-spoken, pilgrims, big shots.
Don’t we have it all…we do…best not to lose it.
America, its flag big and tall, its tiny Southern towns,
its grand ranches and endless sky; its bright cities,
its colorful canyons and mountains, windy plains,
its tumbleweed and cactuses, its Yellowstone cliffs.
America, a playground for visitors, a new world.
It’s the cowboys, Indians, the rich and poor.
A mixed bag of dreamers, trying to make their mark,
allowed more than a buck, getting their butts in gear.
It was Washington’s rejection of a King, an idea of
4 to 8 years, a balance, three cheers, a circle unbroken.
America, blessed, beautiful, sparkling with pride,
sweeping the sidewalks of time, never forgetting
but always moving into the future. Let’s not divide.
Pass on to our children love, warmth, fortitude.
America, change us? America, rearrange us?
America, keep its safety, its dream, its place?
America, let us wave, welcome and behave, be wild,
be spoiled, be a harbor and a chance, hope in God.
Shallow people
in murky Waters
Dissolution
Sons and daughters
By no surprise
Beyond closed eyes
misguided kiss
Unrailing Bliss
We have capsized
Polarized land falls, sunshines
Shallow people in the Desert Storm
Shallow people alone
In the drought caught up
People standing in the shadow cactuses spit out
Regurgitating thorns embedded in my side
Spirit I rush there's no rains here
The floods have stopped
30 people in murky water
Downloaded drowned people no longer matter
For the solace sun has dried,
them all scorched fried now battered
8/22/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Cowgirls grin, and horses smile.
They've been in books on shelves for awhile,
One cowgirl with a Western Sunrise in hand,
As cactuses bloom across the land.
Sing, Pink Faeries; sing to the Yellows!
Faery voices rise like bellows.
Dancing 'round their their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth!
Daisies shine in widespread air,
Cats meow with songs so fair.
Songs of Faery pinks for us to be renewed,
Banning shadows, banishing the blues.
Circles, squares, and ovals play,
While Cosmos shines night and day.
Cactuses crown such dreamy love,
So be it---rejoicing from above.
Sing Yellow Faeries; sing to the Pinks!
Faery voices rise with winks!
Dancing 'round their ring, white magic flows,
Shining with the colors of Faery growth
another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridge
looking out over undulating green hills to
the next great wall of mountains. the last
morning clouds left from last night's storm
hanging in the valley mistily. the sun eventually
burns them away.
the respect between old Paul Karlsen and I continues
to exist. even though he's a Mormon and I'm a fallen
New Yorker. the work is comparatively easy, lifting
hundred pound bags, so you can just imagine what
we do other days. in fact, it's fun, especially for
young Bates. we get all white (and our lungs dusty).
on the way to and from the work site I read
in Silent Spring, the chapter against herbicides, gathering
inspiration for the upcoming controversy. in the end
perhaps I'll be fired for refusing to lay down Tordon
beads. realizing this, as I drive with Bates,
I see the dark green conifers and begin to miss them.
Rocks and rattlesnakes, bluebells
and mountain daisies, grasses and cactuses, mahogany
bush, lodgepole pine and quaking aspen, lush forest
and dry sun-tortured mountainside, wind and seed
carried by wind, ants, streams, hummingbird
and hawk, deer, badger, ground squirrel, wolverine.
Take my senses away
Make me crazy,
Stir some memories
Make a story;
Oh, Love me to death,
Give me a life then kill me.
Show me the way
Then lead me astray,
Enrich me with love
Then waylay me;
Be my friend, betray me,
Be my God, bedevil me.
Let's congregate in a tavern
Worship in this safe haven,
Follow no faith
Pander to no priest;
Let's hobnob with the angels,
Befriend the demons on the sly.
Drag my soul through the desert
Then carouse there in an oasis,
Set me ablaze with your passion
Then douse it with your sweat;
Let's sleep on a bed of cactuses
And thumb our noses at the heavens.
Ha, let's grow up
And just kid around,
Lie down in a grave
And wake up in a cradle;
Let's usurp the world from Atlas
And rattle the hell out of its core!
~A Strand (1047) contest
~Sponsor: Brian Strand
Things that help me think more clearly:
Are cactuses.
They love me, and I have a spine that is spiky, but just one.
Things that make me think.
Are.
My mom went to the restaurant.
And ordered everything off the menu.
Except what I like.
But that was a dream haha!
Things that make me.
I do like riding my bike.
I don’t, but I do.
I would ride it, but they don’t let me.
They do, but not across the world like I’d want to.
Make me… make…me
Think more clearly, please.
To. Go to school. I go to school. I fail, but if I could think more clearly then I wouldn’t.
Anyway, I collect coins.
That are lively.
With faces that look at me, and there’s more on the other side of this world.
Sometimes, I think clearly.
Other times…
Are other times.
Despite the clouds
Despite the tempest
I will stay
My sands are
Crowded with shadows
Dark and irritating
In your bouquet
I have seen
Splash of love
Despite the cactuses
Despite the nettles
I will stay
I have been
To many temples
Same lonely shadows
I have been
To churches too
Same tall eucalyptus
I have been
To many windows
Didn't find rose
Despite the refusal
Your sharp statements
A flame was unmistakeable
A flame for
My hungry palm
Waves of warmth
Green and soft
Leaves like lotus
Peace in nucleus
A blue nest
A little rest
A cool fireplace
My shocked canvas
Tired and torn
Will now rest
Let me lean
Against your thorn
Until the day
The flowers glow
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July 22, 2017