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Let us write something now
About the Kings before which we bow
Of the things we say as we vow
In those large mansions of lights
As we sell off our life rights
In submission to freedom of pain
That mounts day after day; again and again.
Let us speak out our mind
These always shall remind
Us of,
The insults we tolerated
When,with assaulters we cooperated
Covering up for their wrong
That our stay in their custody we would prolong.
Talk of how we left our jobs to be wives
Yet we struggled to escape from knives
Sat on the cold floor, trying to wipe away our tears
While the nourishment of our weakness thrived into our fears
We gave birth to children that became baits
That kept us wrapped round our husband's fingers.
Even so,we never got our respect
We waited for a new beginning while they slept
We tried to talk to them and were trashed
And the remains of our love were splashed
Like the thin soils onto which rainwater drips
Like the pain a hurt leg bears as it leaps
Through the thorns and pins
With the pain cutting deep through our skins.
The church rules we complied with
We walked the walks of old Smith
By bending low to culture
To keep our dreams from the cruel rapture
When the chiefs would disregard us
And send us off the village with just one ass
To a land they named elsewhere,
Where our power would be claimed by Blaire
Till we ceased to exist in actual sense
Like you even ever did.
Through writing it here on paper,
We are not condemning them
But bringing to their understanding how it hurts
To be yelled at, ignored,battered;
And enslaved or hurt in summary.
How unfair it is to live in a monopoly
With only our men making rules for us to follow
And calling us wicked and aduleters when we say anything.
We've been silent from the day of our vows
Because not even our inlaws or parents believed us.
That's why we have to pen it here
That our darling sunshines can read it
As they grow and look towards our seats
Which are ablaze and not pleasant to take rest on.
To our dear men,
We want you to change and
Handle us like your promises said
Ts all we ask of you
For the tears are drying us up
And our words no longer count
Because you have deprived us of our courage.
You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone,
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?
The Universe's Dance
Transitions of the obstruction of life
To the peacefulness of the night
Or a new beginning that a rising sun can bring without a fight
And in the late hour when everything becomes quiet
Nature has a way to transform
Within this turning of time
Every living spec upon this ever changing storm
To which we play this nursery rhyme
Maybe by a birds sweet sound
That brings a sweet remembrance to a season or day
And within a condensed shift in life a smile abounds
Upon a glowing face
The way the wind softly caresses your face
With a cool breeze
To wave off the heat of the day
With a whistling sound moving melodically free
How the drip drop of rain hitting a window pane can calm a tone
With its streams of life being poured from the heavens
To revive a world that struggles for life sitting on a disintegrating throne
And spring a newness into each creation with no discretion
An uncontrollable fire, breathing in the sky
Giving endlessly its lantern to lead us by each step
And warming our bodies when the cold starts to cry
Frightfully showing its characters of depth
Flickering candles floating in the atmosphere
Decorating a painted canvas of deep blue
Wishes casted off into their whispering ear
With silent hopes of dreams coming true
How amazing is a small and fragile seed
That can create a feast for Kings
And feed a family in need
And if planted again grows once more in spring
We so carelessly disregard the treasures that are all around
These viable precious gifts, nature holds out to us so unselfishly
Returning day after day, season after season unannounced
Unlocking valiant colors of wonders on towers of stems rising from the ground... so proudly
All these elements work in unity to perform a theatrical dance upon our stage
They are the silent voices within the earth
Imparting without antcipating anything to gain
Unstained by our constant denial, clasping to last place in our world of worth
Eyes of sadness our universe never reflects
For it hides its emotions within its design
And even the smallest spectator never detects
Its unfailing true love for all man kind
How was I to tame this raging blaze?
This thunderous roar, This crippling lunacy, This phase.
Just Like a thief,
The stolen cloak secretly I wore.
Thirsty, delirious, crushing,
Wanting so much more!
Unquenched, maddening desire,
Longing for her sweet caress,
I watched her, willingly undress
I plunged into her Fire!
I drank, for months my thirst to sate,
This lie, this evil, it gripped,
it clenched, I felt it suffocate,
Abate! abate!
I stumbled from my faithfulness,
I fell foul to temptation,
I slipped into her waiting arms
Without any hesitation.
I dove into the sea of lies
My selfish thirst to quench,
With violent thrust and blatant disregard
I plunged
Head first into blinding lust,
Shattering into a thousand shards,
Your Trust.
A fragmented memory quilt,
My heart filled with so much guilt.
Lament, Repent, Regret,
Your mistress forget….
The voices echoed in my head,
Relieved, my wife was still in bed.
In the midst of her gathering, I adorned her with my eyes as I see into her eyes a beautiful soul through the window, I can see her heart beating, I smell the fragrance of her blood excreting.
Oh what a beautiful array
My nose come close to her space. She has such a sweet essence.
Closer and closer, I come into her presence, I disregard everything else I look up more into the skies to heaven simultaneously, looking yet still into her eyes to her soul. Spirit smells of jasmine
Oh what a beautiful array
My lips as I walk ever closer to her her grace, her face shines as I walk over yet and still step-by-step closer to her body, her face resonates I touch her lips with my words. I embrace her heart with my spirit. My hands and arms reach up and out word. I am case her velvet body. I embrace, I touch your face with a kiss. For her spirit , soul in body , her bodies are sweet
Oh, what an beloved beautiful array
Her bodies sweet
5/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
A dog never bites its owner
If a dog does just that, it ought to be gently put to sleep
Gentlemen, love women who love you
Ladies, love men who care for you
If someone doesn't like you, don't get upset
It’s fine or okay for someone not to like you
This is democracy 100, everyone is free to choose
Love those who are cordial or courteous to you
Disregard or ignore those who dislike or antagonize you
Be strong, vigilant, calm and cool, don't act like fools
The dog barks at its master, it’s because of esurience or jejuneness
But when it bites its master, it’s because this animal is still untamed
This pestered creature is sent eventually to the shelter to be euthanized
A cat always respects its master or has high regard for its owner
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
Shatter not the heart of those who don't like or despise you
However do your very best for those who care for you
For those who are not hypocritical, ingrate or ungrateful
Old cats will in perpetuum remain old cats
They function as old egotistic crabs or irritating crotchety rats
Love those who love you
Appreciate those who appreciate you
Love is the appropriate answer
Not the mortiferous cancer.
P.S. Translation of ' Renmen Moun Ki Renmen Ou’ by Hébert Logerie.
Copyright © June 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Thee Apple Hove Bing an Herbivore...?
(hint – app peal)
Sans maintaining a strict carb on diet
(for Peat Sake) iz like really coal
man, cuz carnivores consume meat,
which genetically modified organisms
engender incredible non edible size foal,
these agribusiness farmed animals shot up
with synthetic hormones
spurring heightened development
accidentally, inadvertently, and unleashing
King Kong monstrous outrageous gnoll,
whereat each footfall taken
by scary creature resembling
a humanoid hyena
results in said frankenfood digging,
one after another humungous hole
resulting in dirt pile
cresting, kickstarting, and
rivaling a mini
spring mount tin knoll
necessitating massive
manhunt to cap cha
lurching, pounding, and thudding
beast whereat entire
motley crue all harkened
from places named Lowell,
nonetheless heil lee calf full
to arm themselves with more'n one
tranquilized tipped pole
anachronistic cautionary expedition generating
masterfully baiting monster
with immense gritty buttered roll,
whose gargantuan ramp
aging spree across
world wide web
found endangered population
tuff lee from their
picturesque enclave i.e. Floss
on the Mill as zee unbridled
quasi jabberwocky took a selfie gloss
silly attired (trumpeting
"FAKE" ska don face mask)
likening pulling up moss
as coiffed "hair...hm..." all the while
gabbling, instagramming,
snapchatting, and toss
sing fearsome Frankenstein
with especial bent toward
those sharing surname Voss
in tandem to flagrant
disregard to paradigm
housing hefty prime
statutes of grammatically
correct syntactical rhetoric, plus rhyme
ming showcasing a novel
discovered talent to enrich pantheon
until the end of time.
since times of auld
where linkedin note able people
(some long haired others bald)
plaintively, suddenly, and called
urgently to be importantly installed
to brainstorm figuring a solution
to vanquish, nightmarish,
and hellish abominable madness!
Wishing For A Simple Kiss
This humble note and tribute to our love comes open
With heart and soul and head my dearest one
I’ll be there, rushing quickly over minutes
Your illness is not just yours but mine
I wish a simple kiss could make you better
Please save one for me when I arrive
I love you, adore you, my only goal in life is you
Remember sand and sea, hand in hand so warm together
Walking as if time would never end
Think of these gentle words as pillows for your spirit
And this white paper as an entrance to my sad old soul
In the envelope is all of me caressing you in person
Wishing I was there with every fiber of my being
Forget the distance of these kisses on this page
Embrace them as if I was already there
As I’m missing every minute here without you
Disregard the tears that might have stained this page
Don’t cry one minute, my one and only love
Soon we’ll be together wrapped in bliss
Sealed with a simple kiss
Created on 9/06/14 for – Maybe The Last Letter contest
It’s good to lament. Or maybe not.
A glorious future, never brought.
I remember her, I did adore.
We were to be, evermore.
That’s what love can do. And did.
How quickly from my grasp it slid.
Love ended on a one-way track.
She loved me not as much back.
Heartbroken with no cure.
Love a fairy tale, that for sure.
Never again, I did swear,
The world proved love unfair.
Down a different path I wandered.
Love an illusion, no longer pondered.
Though, I must admit a lament or two.
Brief they were, but true.
Surprised was I, love didn’t last.
In time, the pain, the heartache past.
Whittier’s words of Tongue or Pen,
The saddest were, “What might have been.”
Illusions etched in memory’s wall,
Leave a blur in the withdrawal.
To lament is to fantasize,
A picturesque past and romanticize.
The mind perceives what the heart desires,
A path lighted by hopeful fires.
Love, a perfection not found,
Becomes the path to grievous ground.
That treasured time was unkind,
It left divers dolors deep behind.
Older, but am I wiser by the day?
Alas, I lament, I cannot say.
Those lost years I disregard,
Cherished moments, I still guard.
Times when she ruled my heart,
Before reality pulled us apart.
Love lost forever, is to lament.
Love must be evermore, not something lent.
Love is priceless time, do not burn.
Love those who love you in return.
Thirteen years until another to adore,
Now not a one-way track,
I loved her, she loved me back.
A perfect love evermore.
The sun replaced my mental cloud,
She said, “I love you,” right out loud.
Waves of love made me warm,
A love that became the norm.
Life is now the dream I sought,
Living love, the way life ought.
Yes, time moves with no grin,
My dream faded not with aged skin.
To the one whose love is no ghost,
To forever love, I propose a toast:
We grew old with love and fun,
I love you. My heart and soul you won.
This poem is also on Vimeo
https://vimeo.com/440756997
The majestic Statue of Liberty has stood with dignity for many years.
She has been a Beacon of Hope for the hopeless seeking new frontiers.
She weeps with joy welcoming new immigrants to her shores.
Alas, she weeps tears of sorrow seeing young soldiers off to wars.
How she must weep tonight seeing young children racing for her border,
Seeking sanctuary from nations that seemingly lack a sense of order.
She weeps seeing the disregard of the Constitution by inept politicians,
And their deceitful attempts to destroy our God-given rights and traditions.
How Miss Liberty must weep seeing the way her heroic veterans are treated,
Many lonely, ignored and dying from the scars of wars left untreated.
In this land of plenty she weeps seeing the hungry and dispossessed,
Their hopes now dashed in what was once the pursuit of a noble quest.
She has weathered the many vicissitudes of America with a pensive sigh,
Yet, thank God, with tenacity she still holds The Torch of Freedom high!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved