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Communication
Talking, Singing, Dancing,
Writing, Drawing, Praying,
Signing, Listening, Seeing,
Reading, Cooing, Touching,
Bridges in a list few,
That allow One to Two.
Or Expansion of One,
If the Ability to Be Common,
Is Ever Shrunk, Compromised,
The Feelings Become Numb,
We are Un-Mistakenly Downsized!
Laryngitis, Soundless, Sightless,
Senseless, Absence of Hand-Eye 'Ation,
Robs Togetherness, Socialization,
Leaves Us Cast Out of the Nest,
Pilfers the Spirit of Essence,
Drastically Diminished & Lessened,
But Perhaps the Worst Singleness,
Is to be Alone in a Crowd,
Where They Choose Their Game,
Foreignly, Ours is Not the Same,
Then, Sidetracked On Our Own,
We Grow in Dishes Petri,
Rhythmically Communicating Poetry,
Layered Verse Reaffirming Terse,
Each Syncopation a Prayer,
Gratitude Individually Communed,
Catalyzing December to June!
Mrs Potato Head
Mrs Potato Head's image surprised
That can't be me it's someone else I see
I still feel young in my heart and pint-sized
The mirror tells lies, it’s true believe me.
That can't be me it's someone else I see
She'd an idea that'd get weight shifted
The mirror tells lies, it’s true believe me
Then cut herself to a chip, weight lifted.
She'd an idea that'd get weight shifted
I still feel young in my heart and pint-sized
Then cut herself to a chip, weight lifted
Mrs Potato Head's image surprised.
18th July 2021
Pantoum Rhyme 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Image no. 3
Jasper thought this Christmas
he was getting a promotion
because of his hard work
and company devotion
but that's not what happened
he was surely surprised
when his boss demoted him
because the company downsized
disappointed, hurt, angry and frustrated
he went to sit on a park bench and by a homeless woman, he became spiritually invigorated
she told him to look at all the positive in his life
tis the season to be jolly
and celebrate the joy of Christ
you still have a job.
you're not homeless like me
listen to the Angels and reflect on your destiny
the reason for the season
unto us a child was born.
Emmanuel was His name
the Lord our God's Holy spawn
He was the Lamb of God
for the Spirit is with us now.
Jesus of Nazareth,
a king who wore no crown
so go tell it on the mountain
shout it from everywhere
Jesus the Christ was born
yes, the power of God is now here
He is our Messiah sent to redeem us from our sins. so come let us adore him again again and again.
now Jasper took a moment
to do some serious self-reflection
he realized that when it comes to him,
God will always provide protection
for He is our peace. God is our joy
and yes, life has a way to come in and destroy
all that we think is important to us
but nothing is more essential than Christ Jesus
The reason for the season
we need to understand
that God sent us a savior
Jesus, the Son of Man,
the Alpha, the Omega
He is the bread of life
the Light of the world, the Son of God
Jesus the Christ
so give God the glory for all that he has done
the reason for the season
He gave us His only begotten Son
Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree,
things aren't the same as they used to be.
When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail,
I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale.
Such an injustice, I've never seen,
a cantaloupe falsely imprisoned a bean.
It's unheeded screams, uncontrolled laughter,
when it's trolls that live happily ever after.
Doors off their hinges, pancakes are stacked,
biscuits are burning, windows are cracked.
Termites in the baseboards, rabbits that fly,
pigs that regularly take to the sky.
Voices that whisper, mad dogs that bite,
winds that go howling and look for a fight.
Wrapped in cellophane, mixed in a blender,
taped up in cardboard and returned to sender.
Rainbows and ravens, kaleidoscope dreams,
leafless branches, gallows lit by moonbeams.
Music boxes, pink ribbons and bows,
tags come on packages; tags come on toes.
Curtains lifted, sick, unsavory scenes,
gear wheels in gear wheels run strange machines.
Dissected, disowned and double-downsized,
unaided, unacknowledged and unrecognized.
Puzzles, conundrums that cannot be solved,
water plus turpentine make witches dissolve.
Pimentos are diced, harsh words are spoken,
nightmares are jumbled; eggshells are broken.
Lost in the doldrums, eyeballs protrude,
walking on blisters, a horse latitude.
Spineless jellyfish, lackeys and flunkies,
silver tongued vultures, branch swinging monkeys.
Experts and pundits, paid authorities,
Kool-Aid in canisters, down on your knees.
Bishops take pawns, the fat lady sings,
fires ablaze on black nights with kings.
Shattered stars, fragmented stones,
shining splinters, bleak, burning bones.
Songs without meaning, songs without words,
sung by unseen phantoms and silent birds.
Refrigerators with pictures nobody knows,
eyes staring back, no answers disclose.
Spiders and spinning bicycle wheels,
buffalos, bandits, and slippery seals.
Electric toothbrushes, electric chairs,
lethal injections, pushed down the stairs.
Pieces on the floor, a sad state of disarray,
the gift you've left me is insanity's bouquet.
You stole my cookies, pilfered my cat,
laughed at me roundly and turned me down flat.
Mice it in the attic go chitter chatter,
have I lost my wits or gone mad as a hatter?
Dedicated to Ed Sheeran
Inside the glass the dry leaf was manifested, as a skeleton is prominent with all the inside structure and artistry.
I went to the voting center. I had nothing , completely nothing in my mind. Beto O'Rourke, some democratic other names , but I was not daydreaming, I was not dreaming at all, in a grown up body, I learn so little, after putting so much efforts, I feel I am getting washed away, and nothing sits there, nothing gets deposited there, as silt, sedimentation of particles, nothing too much sensual either. It gets washed away, as the river flows, as a present body embedded in the nature, out in the flora and fauna.
I had a ride. She is a beauty, with headscarf and white skin, she is a mirror of the past. flavor of cooked mosul of next door neighbor, where we had a big big masjid on the other side of the road, the name of the masjid was Minar Masjid.
The minaret was truly beautiful, and the curvature , also. Older days, in Bangladesh.
We reached the destination. She met a random person. I had so many complicated nuances in my introspection that I hardly talk about that. There is a narrow lane to be tagged as inferiority complex, and opening up about truer issues, where lights are making the pathway as our intentions are reflected on that.My mom was a old fashioned beauty, an old one, but vintage enough like the most delicate motif, as I touch the threads beyond time, without cherishing too much, without mourning too much for perishing either.
She was never an outspoken person. My older sister had a maxi, a long gown, a greenish one. Amma mended the gown for me, a downsized one, and did embroidery on the chest with pink and green threads. Her knitting was with a style, a reserved one.
Not every morn brings her back. Not these days. Not too often.
The young me was the best of me
for having parents life was free
No worries no hurries being a boy
living as a kid the world to enjoy
Everything new and wonders to see
anything possible in a world of dreams
Than adulthood happens with responsibility
get educated and work for necessities
You work for money to pay your bills
build up debt life now has few thrills
Parents old and now they are the child
life upside down but you trod on somehow
Married with kids and a mortgage home
credit cards, few savings, need a loan
Somehow you manage as your spouse works to
live simple and always more to do
Are needs needed are wants something real
live with less can retirement be fulfilled
Old now and you downsized
grandchildren now rule your lives
Somehow things not as bad as they used to be
reflecting back life was good to me
Travel and see what as a child wanted to see
realizing life in whole was the best of me.
Last night I was human.
I was my "normal" self.
Somehow, I've shrunk by five-foot-one!
Now I'm a mouse upon a shelf.
My heart sinks as I look down
Upon the cat that was my friend.
No purrs. More hisses. All bites. No kisses.
And she chases my tail no end!
In balance, my athleticism
And the energy I've never had
Allows me to do crazy things
That would send any human mad.
I can scurry up the wall.
I can run up curtains too.
I've discovered so much about this house
That I never knew!
In this tiny body the dust to me
Is like clouds of candy floss.
I can slide on it for heaps of fun.
My furniture is made of moss!
Unfortunately in this downsized shape,
The bugs are as big as dogs!
If a mouse could use computers
I would write some unusual blogs.
My concept of time is altered too.
A humans day goes on much longer.
The amount of running I've had to do
Has made my heart and lungs much stronger.
A salty scent of cheddar
Slithers through the air.
As I follow its wavey route
I spot a trap that I placed there.
My vision starts to fog.
A fighting spirit I lack.
Anxiety overwhelms me.
Everywhere goes black.
My head lifts from the pillow.
I am myself again.
The cogs start turning in my head.
What was that all about then?
Sometimes a change of perspective helps.
It offers a better view
A chance to consider what matters most
To take to heart some lessons too.
Even dreams can help with this.
Something inside can snap.
Somehow I suspect that I'll think twice
Before I next set up a trap.
They were like sweet melodies on special assignment from heaven.
Perhaps they were Nightingales greeting both me and the dawn.
Oh, how I miss those singing birds where we used to live.
We made our move to our present abode nine years
ago and downsized into a single story house. I like
birds, but I'm glad the pigeons didn't follow us.
We are gratified that the rats and mice that greeted us upon arrival
to our new place have been driven away by kind and neighborly cats.
We have no shortest of friendly squirrels, but we haven't seen lizards
in quite some time. I don't know why nor where they went, but I'm not complaining. Perhaps my neighbor's cat drove them away and demanded that they need never come back. I tell you, I have found a friend in cats.
Anyway, I do not miss those lizards at all, but I do miss the sound of birds.
Again I say, I don't miss the pigeons that never sang to me, but only created
dirt and dung. I don't suppose they really knew the meanings of a song.
It's not that there are no birds around our present abode, but currently,
the birds that visit our property don't sing a lot. At our prior dwelling, we
were well entertained by chirping birds that sang to us both night and day.
Oh, how I miss those soothing sounds, helping to take our burdens away.
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something biting at my feet
something tasting mighty sweet
I'm in this to deep
the flooding waters
these tears I'm crying
am I alive or dying
I'm trying to relate
to love and not hate
look at me now a downsized clown
awaiting a stimulus to pay for my frown
while in this reality
I'm a slave brought for a fee
until God made my master's release me
par the coarse
I spoke loud my voice
now readily I'm righteous freed
a victim of humanity conformity
I've been to hell once
don't want to go again
this is why I'm in full repentance stage
O' Lord my God, Jesus help me
10/2/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2021
Winters are growing colder,
Global warming is a threat,
Polar icecaps are melting,
Causing scientists to fret.
Hurricanes and earthquakes,
Tornadoes, floods and fires,
These disasters are more frequent,
Every year becomes more dire.
The economy is broken,
Accusations are being flung,
Corruption is running rampant,
And the trouble's just begun.
Jobs are being downsized,
Budgets are being slashed.
The hungry and the homeless
Are increasing mighty fast.
There are wars in many nations,
World peace an elusive dream.
All the hatred and the violence,
Is enough to make you scream.
People hating people,
For the color of their skin.
Others killed and tortured,
For the faith they have within.
Chat rooms on the Internet,
Are luring children into harm.
The sex and violence on TV,
Should signal an alarm.
Gangs and drive-by shootings,
Drugs and prostitution,
Isn't it time we cried "ENOUGH"!
Isn't it time for a solution?
The Bible has the answers,
For what we need to do,
To stop this devastation ,
Our world is going through.
God's Word tells us that there is hope,
If we'll turn to Him and pray.
But first we must forsake our sin,
And repent without delay!
And if we truly turn away,
From the wickedness we've sown,
God will hear and answer us,
And mercy will be shown.
He'll forgive us for our many sins,
He'll heal and restore our land.
Once again He'll be our God,
And in His love we'll stand.
O God from whom all blessings flow,
Have mercy on us we pray.
Deliver us from the enemy's hand.
Lead us in Your righteous way.