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The panels faded o'er time earlier creativity constrains
Yet the material value of past visions maintains
Canvas now tinted with darker hues; youthful vigor restrains
But each, underlying tone, burnished with yesterday's dreams, remains
Once gilded strokes now meaningless, paternalistic strains
Yet the meandering pattern an innocent quality still contains
Each, delicate, insecure swab the grainy picture retains
But on the brash backstrokes the forgiving eye trains
Every callous blot each year more opprobrium drains
But every thoughtful deviation the quilted fabric ingrains
Glossy pictures of green pastures corroded by earthy stains
But ephemeral beauty from burgeoning fount surrealistic vista still feigns
The counterfeit copy the brokered ideal even more disdains
But the bartered images serve to rationalize nominal gains
In a mist of a perfect way
You come across in such dismay
And in the daunting of a new brilliant day
So the sun shines the clouds are now out of the way
It's a dawning falling falling fraunting calling
Hey first the bobble in the waters colors collar
Stops the flutter of the wind the calling birds falling bug crawling
Will those the birds whose been frozen
In mid flight risen trying to fly to a warmer climate
It's winter it's cold it's bold I'm told
You come across you seem a bit lost
You being held on a cross
Yet you shed no blood the weather unravels the storms
You're cold not warm
you feeling a little better and yet you're better than the lather
If by calling winter's chance if by calling springs romance if by calling
The sun to rest yet so shines even past dusk
What's the rush
Go global warming is a busk
Whom do you trust glaciers melting catastrophe flood waters covers me
Universal climate change continents being rearranged
All I can do is sink or swim
Someone recommend a pandemic
Millions of people dying complemented variance
Violence contentions murders chaos in this dimension did I mention
Blood running down the streets stepping over by non-shoed feet
I wait upon the dissension of the descending
Coming down is a bright and brilliant Son
Passive passage pastor World War II this has become
a hidden drama World War III is finally freed times that be
That new occasion has finally been amazing
Turning gold to old silver dinosaur blood was it called once oil
Global changing turning hot into cold
And yet sadness reigns dramatic disdains
The mark of the beast has finally deceased
Did you partake of his wants he said these our your needs
In the waiting of the dissension of the descending
Coming down there is a brilliant bright Son
Coming now parting the skies
Who is this descending son
Jesus King of Kings Lord of Lord
God's only Son
Now after a thousand years riegn and wait
Shall be a new Heaven and New Earth
1/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A thing possessed by power desires exert
turns into an object inanimate and inert.
A life untainted and vibrant if captured
by the bloodstained clutch of lust tart
rolls like fallen beads, the string ruptured.
The senses drenched in acidic insolence
don’t repent for a moment the presence
in dismal heart the perennial obsession
of fostering desires in their grey essence,
decimating the spirit of their possession.
A body accessed by instincts of desire vile
existence is no longer animated, it’s futile.
The sunken piteous mind breaks asunder
at threshold of disgrace where disdains pile.
Where has sanity gone, times don’t ponder.
The conception called life adored and prized
a precious treasure to be preserved with pride.
When it wrecks to crumble in an object ravaged
the heart spawns hatred stowing love aside
and doesn’t find a place for the soul shamed.
September 22, 2017
Some have said Jan has dung for brains
How rude are those who place disdains
on her poems in the soup
Their words are full of poop
Jan sits upon her throne and reigns
From porcelain commode she rules
Toilet paper and pen, her tools
She takes a morning dump
from a crack in her rump
One day she found dark colored stools
Her doctor arranged for a scan
So, off to the UK, flew Jan
From her brain to her feet
First an enema... Fleet
That kept Jan sitting on the can
Days later, she read the results
With mirth and laughter, Jan exults
She'd eaten licorice
Rumors were gibberish
Fools, were those rumoring insults
Jan's brain scan proved that she's alright
If her poems offend the 'uptight'
She just couldn't care less
If it brings them distress
Because she doesn't give a s.h.i.t.e
Let her go
She tried to hurt you
Let her go
She tried to bleed you
Let her go
She tried to dent your ego
Let her go
JUST LET HER GO
She doesn’t deserve you
You are the sun
Blazing high in the sky
Devouring everything in your path
She is not even the moon
For she is unable to be
A mere reflection of you
You are the ocean
Boundless, strong, raging..FREE
She isn’t even the sea
Nor yet a stream
She is but a trickle
A trickle of a bad dream
You are a volcano
Shaking and quaking
Erupting with passion
Shooting out molten lava
That sears as it courses down
She isn’t even the ash
That you spew out of your mouth
You are the giant sequoia
Firmly rooted
Standing your ground
Withstanding storms
Proud
She isn’t even a branch
Let alone a twig
Dying to hold on
To cling to the tree
You are the mountain
Rising majestically
Piercing the sky
She isn’t even a tiny hill
No, she is a valley
A hidden valley of shame
That sun disdains to reach
To touch….to kiss
To bless with warmth and light
LET HER GO
LET HER…….GO!!!
Don’t let her color your tomorrow
Don’t let her breathe in your yesterday
Don’t give her the pleasure of knowing
She has bruised you
Used you
Abused you
DON’T
Please….DON’T!
Please, my dear friend
Precious and priceless
A living breathing feeling treasure
Yes, YOU
JUST LET HER GO!
Only then can you embrace
The one who comes to you
Softly
Gently
Who will love you
Truly
Surely
Fiercely
Passionately
With sheer abandon of heart and soul
One who will laugh at yesterday and mock tomorrow
For her love is not hemmed in by time
No, it’s divine
The woman of your dreams
Who has heard your silent screams
Awaits…
Open your arms
And let her come!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
There are all kinds of poverty
and no sin in being poor
yet, beauty in its truest form
always will endure.
Disparity has its price to pay
when greed becomes the lure.
How we handle lucre, it seems,
tells others who we are.
There’s poverty in China
and capitalism too,
yet, the desire to level the field
brings other factors in view.
They’ve seen the value
in selling culture, history
to world hungry for beauty
which disdains disparity.
The desire to care for the many
not cater to the few,
brings different kinds of order
still, poverties there too!
Nepal the Yin of planet Earth
where inward voices grow
has its own desperation
and rebellions to forego.
Individual beauty of spirit
was strongest here
they stepped inside, aside...
when discord did appear.
Egypt has it marvels
of man and Gods galore
but in the space of mosque light
truest beauty found its lure.
The face of child of mother
the straight-backed prowess of men
the coal black eyes of hunger
the starving animals in pens.
NO culture can climb the precipice
to sucess, all are destined to fall
as long as some have everything
and most have nothing at all.
A is an ape who wishes he were a man - why?
B is a butterfly who dreamed he was a man - why not?
C is the cat who wants to sit in my chair, when he knows I want to sit there.
D is the dignified duck who disdains Donald and Daffy.
E is the egret, elegant and snowy white, and loves her reflection in the water.
F is the frog, who to be a frog does not regret, until he's eaten by an egret.
H is the hummingbird, happy to be who she is - who else can steal attention from a flower, as she feeds from it?
I is the iguana who looks more and more like me.
J is the jellyfish, who is soft and pretty but who stings. Give me peanut butter and jelly, not jellyfish.
K is the kookaburra that brings happiness, as he laughs when he sings.
L is the lion who once was king, before the ape got his wish.
M is the mouse who, like me, enjoys cheddar cheese.
N is the nightingale who sings to a rose.
O is the owl wise enough not to disclose the song of the nightingale to his rose.
P is the platypus with a rubbery duckbill. I never saw a cooler animal, and I probably never will.
Q is for quail. Why oh why does he run instead of fly?
R is the rabbit with eyes on either side of his head. I've never seen one wearing glasses.
S is a spider, but you can't afford her. She needs lots of shoes, and she's always late trying to decide which to put on first.
T is for a tarantula, who does the 8-step to the tune of a tarantella.
U is the poor urchin who once lived by the sea.
V is the vulture who's now waiting for me.
W is the wolf, happy to sadly howl at the moon.
X is the xeru, who always remembers to wipe his feet.
Y is the yak, who is enlightened, and prefers not to speak.
Z is the zebra, who asks, "why would I want to change my stripes?"
Her face is not the sparkling mien of an angel
And her hair is not as hard as a horse’s mane,
Her gait is easy to predict and it’s nothing close
To the cat-walked strides that beauty models feign.
Her shy smile will send chills down your spine
But it cannot rival the practiced grins of a socialite,
She does not intend it but her cooing will drive
The most deadened stoic into a bout of sensual appetite.
She’s not any reincarnated ancient goddess
And she’s never thought so highly of herself,
Humility her weakness and coyness her strength;
Suzie disdains the quick girlish tempers of an elf.
With other pretty girls she does not herself compare.
Pageant judges can never fully unearth her limitless splendor
That puts hibiscuses and chrysanthemums to easy shame,
And makes all roses look uglier, and every peony feel less tender.
Suzie’s brimming beauty no fabled nymph can ever attain,
Though her humble aim is to remain hearty and ever plain.
A frightened heart will tremble when unsealed
And eyes of fear corrupt by need's desires
To suffocate a heart, to never yield
A pause, if tendered gift not one of fire
This judgment caused by one that's insecure
To fill a darkened void by lover's light
And bask in glow from radiance still pure
Now kept in dungeon chained by heart's delight
To free this gift to soar without restraint
And flee the bonds of Earth on freedom's wings
And feel the tender breath not love's constraint
Release the fear that frightened hearts can bring
How long will lovers live with binding chains?
And trapped by tethered fear love disdains
Fate spares no one
when it comes to inflict pain;
never being compassionate,
much less compliant...
Frequent supplications of pity,
don't appease this beast
seeking victims to devour;
and the stricken` are taken captive
without tears to shed,
having nothing to hope for...
but they are all confined to agony,
cut off from anyone and anything!
Fate spares no one a single hair...
wealth or poverty,
ugliness or beauty
are put on a balanced scale,
to impart all their own share;
equality is frivolous and unfair!
Plagues are infected by ignorance,
or by a shocking lack of regard...
thus making all an endangered species;
medicine doesn't always find the cure,
patients retort and give in to vengeance...
that's when fate flings its sword:
to remind them that it is
as invincible as ever!
Fate spares no one...not even I;
what life acclaims, fate disdains!
For endless ages it ruled over many:
deceiving hearts, destroying lives;
very seldom it was powerless
to take control over the strong ones,
who refused to see the face of a Goliath...
spreading terror through the earth!