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What did I do,
Quite the disaster, but if only they knew
The depth of the hole I find myself in,
Thank goodness ambition is no mortal sin.
I seriously thought this thing would be fast,
A simple invasion, a side show, a blast,
Over by dinner then pop the Champagne,
Ukraine by name only, Russia’s domain.
Never the thought came into my head
That a little B actor would play me instead,
Tenacious and cunning he's proven to be
But if chess is the game, good luck playing me.
The West struts its stuff, more noise than effect,
A mish mash of junk all easily wrecked,
Perhaps they forget the Russian resolve,
Stay tuned for a while and watch it evolve.
Ukraine is no match for what we can do,
Time our best friend and that's always been true,
We're patient and hardy, impervious to pain,
We'll suffer and bleed for what's ours to gain.
Don't read me wrong I want this to end,
I'm just very careful which message I send,
At the end of the day I'll make a tough deal,
And a big swath of land I'll invariably steal.
Ukraine won't be happy, the West will cry foul,
But don't be impressed, it's merely a howl,
A little play acting for show and effect,
As for this to continue they clearly all dread.
Ignore the odd glitches it's the outcome that counts,
This hasn't been pretty, a truth with few doubts,
But often what shines is merely fool’s gold,
Land is the key and Ukraine’s I will hold.
I Could Have Been
By Franklin Price
6/22/2014
I could have been a lot of things I'm really glad I'm not
A liar and a cheater a druggie and a sot
A selfish inconsiderate treating others quite unfair
Looking down from my exalted perch my nose up in the air
My pockets full of money earned through any means at all
With unappreciative peons at my daily beck and call
Friends because I give them almost everything they need
While I use them any way I can to satisfy my greed
None of these are who I am I could name so many more
But that would be a waste of time and make my fingers sore
Let me provide some insight into who I think is me
And how I've traveled through this life and how things ought to be
To top the list above all else try to love your fellow man
Many make it difficult they don't seem understand
It's not do unto others before they do unto you
It's try to put yourself into the other person's shoe
Think long and hard before you speak be careful what you say
For words come back to bite you in many unexpected ways
Make friends because you like them not for what they can do for you
And hope that in befriending you that is their real reason too
Don't think you are better than ones who have a little less
For oh so many reasons their lives could be in such a mess
Be grateful that you're fortunate put a smile upon your face
For misfortune could easily visit you and put you in their place
Do not envy others who have a little more than you
If you work a little harder then you can have it too
It's not about the things you have but how you look at life
It's far too short to dwell on things that only cause you only strife
If you give unto others expect nothing in return
It's better to give than to receive that's something I have learned
And if it just so happens that some reciprocate
Hope it's not because they owed but that they appreciate
Consider before acting how the action makes you feel
If it's less than positive it's not too late to change the deal
It's only you that needs to know just who you need to be
And when looking in the mirror you still like the one you see
He came in the night
Hearing the wish you did plead
Your knight in shining armor
High atop his white steed
His armor did shine
With a pleasing white light
As visions of hope
Filled the lonely dark night
Features so striking
But gentle and smooth
The warmth of his smile
Of his gallantry it did prove
He vowed to protect you
To vanquish any foe
His loyalty and honor
Unlike any you’ll ever know
Your wish had been granted
And your plea had been heard
To think it’s all a dream
At this point would be absurd
You took his strong hand
And he swept you away
Bold and flamboyant
In that old world way
You’re now his fairytale princess
But his love on you he did not shower
Trapped like the poor maiden
Who had been locked in the tower
Unhappily ever after
Nor a storybook life
You fell for his facade
And now you’re his wife
He protects by controlling
He’s violent and cruel
To believe in real life fairytales
Has made you look like a fool
So be careful what you wish for
Sometime they may come true
But they may not always turn out
How you expect or want them to…
Form:
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you mean
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you mean
Because what you do it's not about being seen
What's ya motive
What's the scene
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you mean
No, no, no this isn't a dream
Be careful what you say
Be careful of what you do
It's not what you mean
Because what you do it's not about being seen
Don't go round being nice to others;
Don't embrace me cause I'm not you brother
The good things you do is not being true (and)
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you mean
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you mean
Because what you do it's not about being seen
What's ya motive
What's the scene
Be careful not to do acts of unrighteousness
Be careful not to do acts of unrighteousness
Just because you wanna be seen
Before, before men to be seen by them
Just because you wanna be seen by them
Keep this up and you won't receive a reward from your Father in heaven
ya, won't receive a crown then
Be careful, be careful
Be careful what you do
Be careful what you say
Be careful what you mean be careful
08/16/07
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
"from anthology "The Love We Have Inside"
I wore my mind like funeral silk,
A mask of polished thought,
Where reason rang like hollow bells
And feeling came to naught.
Behind the brow, behind the grin,
Behind the measured phrase,
There coiled a quieter agony
In unremembered days.
They praised the clockwork of my speech,
The angles of my thought,
But never heard the midnight scream
My careful logic fought.
For every theorem I proclaimed,
For every truth I’d dress,
There bled a deeper question still
In wordless wretchedness.
O Mask! O Mask of intellect!
So clean, so cold, so fair—
You hid the storm, you hid the rot,
You hid the wild despair.
I bartered pulse for polished sense,
My tremor for a plan,
And called it wisdom—called it strength—
This shrinking of a man.
Yet in the mirror, late at night,
When silence took the stage,
I saw the eyes of something caged
Behind his thinking mask.
It tapped in rhythms none could hear,
It wept without a name,
And scrawled its doubts on memory’s walls
In chalk that looked like flame.
So now I tear the velvet veil,
Let fracture follow form—
For better truth in broken words
Than perfect, painted norm.
The mind may wear its clever crown,
But let the heart be seen—
Lest I become a mausoleum
Where living thoughts have been.
From generation to generation
Times have changed so much
By leaps and bounds
Back when technology did not exist
I grew up in a family of 13 kids
Survival was the game of life
Working hard day and night
Trying to make a better life
Nothing was easy
You just did your best
And hoped to reap some reward
Since I tried to live my life
Like an open book
I thought you’d understand
I helped raise six hungry kids
Fed them, sent them to school
And gave them their wings
Six impressionable little minds
Had I known my words would mean so much
All I knew was you needed to be tough
To be ready to face life
So I taught you what I learned
Convinced all you needed were the basics
And you would find your way
I didn’t think I’d be doing you any favours
By painting rosy pictures and
I wouldn’t have known how
My models were two hard working parents
Whose fulltime job was to feed and clothe 13 kids
Barely making ends meet
No time for dreams, barely time for sleep
Too exhausted to even keep up
With the treadmill of daily living
Like baby birds I sent you off from the nest
To stretch your new wings and fly on your own
Find your way and do better than me if you could
I didn’t think I was remiss I gave it my all
Careful not to lose myself in the process
Teeter tottering to maintain balance
Keeping that all important flame alive within
So one day I could be free again to be me
I wish I had told you more often
That I love you and I’m proud of you
I thought my actions would speak louder than words
We each have our journey to live and learn from
I am watching over you from above
Better late than never
I want to tell you today that I love you
And I hope you have a fulfilling life
Until we meet again
Dad xx
version published in photo/poetry book ~UNCONDITIONAL LOVE LETTER TO MY CHILDREN~ 2020 / photos by TIMOTHY McGUIRE
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2021
PS featured in 2025
September meets with warm embrace,
quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface
what's left of summer's arid grace.
The linen hanging on the line
dances with the gust and shine,
while maypops heavy on the vine,
with honeysuckle, twist and twine.
The cool grass tickles naked feet
while weaned lambs in the distance bleat,
and find some shelter from the heat
'neath leafy canopy retreat.
The gentle wind so jaunt'ly plays
and tousles copper hair ablaze
like furious dancing autumn rays
from Mabon's fiery upraise.
Through rustling leaves the sunbeams glint,
I catch the balm of sage and mint,
and every herb and floral scent
blown to me by the wind's dissent.
Breathing deep olfactory prose
until the old red rooster crows
waking me from my repose
and from beneath the tree, I rose.
When as I rose, a red leaf fell,
wisping down its last farewell;
a changing season to foretell;
the coming bounty doth compel.
Cicadas loudly buzz along
and sing their end of summer song,
o'er by the thorny brambles throng;
unto the prairie they belong.
By and by, I turned my mind
back to the farm and daily grind,
collecting eggs where I can find;
inside the henhouse, else behind.
The hens put up a bitter fuss
with feathers flying from the truss,
so I let out an angry cuss.
Still, they obliged; allowed me thus.
Upon it all, I took my leave,
finished with my blast and thieve
much to the angry birds' aggrieve;
giving them a day's reprieve.
Outside the coop, behind the fence,
my greedy boar approached me whence,
grunting for his recompense,
and so two eggs I offered thence.
Then on, as careful as I might
into the farmhouse kitchen white,
delivered up the shelled delight
to feed the morrow's appetite.
Upon the ending of this chore,
I happened back outside once more,
to watch the day fade into lore,
and Luna make her grand encore.
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Does it matter?
The future of our country, our world, the billions we're destined to create
Legacies built on humble ground form concrete jungles our sun cannot appreciate
Generations past saw less importance to sustain
Industry took place of sowing each vital grain
Filth fills our oceans, scatters the lands, and litters impressionable minds
More attentive equals more aware, requiring us to read between the lines
Willed to us great power and ever evolving ignorance
A choice to conform and ignore or seek out reverence
Generations ahead we cannot fathom have a future dependent on your uneducated selection
So many youth remain unaffected refusing to follow our direction
Unaware of Time as years are carefully woven thru deaths spindle
Spend wisely should apply to all which may eventually dwindle
Mother Nature will undoubtedly tire and she too, as us all, will expire
Be careful to Heed her warnings as they continually transpire
Passing the buck is no longer a valid option
Ambivalence is man made, a deadly concoction that will prove to be our most potent toxin
Extinction is not a myth, do you have dinosaurs as your neighbor?
Did you go to school with t-Rex smith?
sorry to say that your beliefs aren't relevant but who cares where you go in the end if all you left behind were empty cans and a big screen television.
It is a gift to exist, yet it's taken for granted, to really live we must embrace vision.
Preceded by people who changed everything but even the bravest of brave were only highly reactive.
This world we've been handed can only be changed by actions deemed as proactive.
We live in a bubble that we blindly assume is indestructible.
Well informed fools continue their path, blithely ignoring the undeniable.
Do you not feel mortal?
It's clear to some but many can not see the extensive damage we've done
Signs are everywhere, the challenge will be the years to come
An urgent call to action, thinkers and doers are among the highest in demand.
Open your eyes to what can be done,
Inspire your children to lend a tiny, yet capable hand.
Or choose to perpetuate civil destruction by sticking your head back in the sand
Curled wisteria branch, purple pregnant,
emits an admirable fragrance, nectar sweet,
attracting absurd little bees, their costly harvest
caught in tiny golden sacks of honeyed treat.
My tabby cat stalks the genial garden
between blue iris and peonies, pink,
an excellent engineer of hunting prowess,
her generous tail bent in orange feline kink.
Over and over she paces the trails
between the blossoming rows of floral order
caring not an iota for the creatures
scrambling toward the garden’s border.
This stalking! The song birds grow irritable
and her soundless shadowing quiets the air;
I watch the scene from cottage window
behind sheer sheltering lace in kindly chair.
Oh, how I appreciate this morning beauty
spread in ravishing abundance all around;
the dance of nature, the careful balance,
the gifts of gracious God that everywhere abound.
My cat will tire and meander homeward,
beg entrance with meowing knock; the still
garden will return to quiet, peaceful pleasure
beneath her sleepy one-eyed watch from window sill.
Copyright, July 6, 2016
11/23/21
Regardless of what you heard in town
There'll soon be a turnaround
No need to have it all burnt to the ground
First thing I got to do is put the alcohol and herb down
Girl we can still work it out
Don't think otherwise, we both deserve it now
Saw it coming
Doing something
Not only running
Towards success I am gunning
Got no time for fussing
Always careful on who I am trusting
Because it all can be disgusting
Which is why I'm adjusting
While particles continue fluxing
Often it's no quarter
Grow up instead of calling others a foreigner
Few if any truly in my corner
I remain an explorer
Not fearful of horror
As the planet stays cold or becomes warmer
Realize our lives over time become shorter
Meaning live it up on any side of the border
Because it's not all set in stone or requiring a mortar
Instead of always diving in head first
Don't just make the best of it, make an effort
Getting better with experience and putting out your best work
Going in all directions not just westward
Endless questions remaining
Quit always doing the same things
And complaining
Start changing
Toward a better path you may be paving
Ground is what you are gaining
After taking time for training
Eventually you'll be prevailing
After having gone astray
You might feel like it's not okay
But please don't throw it all away
Show love and have a happy holiday