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His suit neatly pressed on the chair by his bed
His long white beard combed and the reindeer all fed
His snow boots all polished till shiny and black
The presents all counted and packed in his sack
And now having checked all his Santa Claus gear
It’s time to set off and spread seasonal cheer
So off to his grotto he goes eagerly
Where the boys and the girls come to sit on his knee
But strangely today, things didn’t go well
And Santa Claus found himself locked in a cell
Not because any child went home neglected
All the kids got their gifts just as expected
The coppers appeared to be less than impressed
Enquiring at length about how he was dressed
I’m just so forgetful these days, Santa said
So my suits neatly pressed on the chair by my bed
I vividly remember the store I had just entered.
As I was busy looking for items that were running short,
a call came from a friend enquiring about our well-being.
I immediately said, "I feel I'm in the twilight zone".
Although the moment was not the Twilight Zone, it was a pure
and frustrating reality and the closest to Hollywood fiction
I had ever experienced. It was not a dream but a very real
nightmare with eyes wide open. It was not April Fool, but the
early days of coronavirus COVID-19. Wear masks, get vaccinated,
maximize staying home; minimize mobility.
The store shelves were rapidly emptying of vital products.
The toilet paper was 'premium and bottled water was golden'.
'Yeast' was the one item I found most difficult to acquire.
Forced to be inside, what could be better than 'baking'?
Despite all the mystery and the misery. Despite being
forced to do unusual and uncommon things. Despite many
not being able to visit their sometimes-dying loved ones;
what I took away most from the 'like The Twilight Zone
experience' was not the greed and carelessness of my fellow
human being. But rather, I was enriched by the loving,
caring, and sharing of everyday people and the selfless
acts of the medical workers.
For once in my life please
For the love of God
Relieve me of my fears
Let me accentuate the positive
And not dwell on the negative
As this week is make or break
crunch time
And all depends on the answer
So for once in my life please
Let me accentuate the positive
And not dwell on the negative
And maybe just God willing
For once in my life
I may be pleasantly surprised by
the final outcome
It can't rain all the time
And i cannot think of no better time
than this to break a habit of a life time
putting an end to my loosing streak
See what happens and life brings next
Only time will tell
If this positivity is merely temporary
that comes with a note attached
Your request for Help has been dually
noted and assessed
But i am Sorry to inform you
Request Denied
So much for positivity
But i hear they were still enquiring
about you down in negativity
Let us just for argument sake a moment contemplate
or imagine ?
Something is amiss with the world ?
Not that it is flat still round more like
missing ?
Maybe flight MH-50 accidentally came across ?
Like it not appearing on radar or has been wipped from off the global map erased and hidden to the enquiring eye ?
Say 2 missing continent or island we have been lead to believe or view as nothing more than uncharted ocean ?
1 which was rather in fact a parallel universe or testing ground for social experimentation ?
Researching the consequences and effects of such
thing's as political upheaval , viral outbreaks and extraterrestrial visitation would have on
the human psychy in the end of worst case scenario armageddon or the apocalypse was ever to occur ?
And the 2nd an island paradise where they can start again
and still remain and stay in power, protect and keep their wealth in tact ?
Beside the vaccine and cure to every known human
disease and alternative green abundant fuel source
and neither a jail nor policeman on it ?
A paradise heaven on earth where no 1
gets sick and everyone's gets along and
thinks alike
That is still not enough and before long
begins a race between former acolytes
To see who can make it back 1st
to plant his flag in the smoldering
ashes
In order so he in fact can profess to
take his rightful true place as the new
Messiah the 2nd coming of Christ
On the wall of a house I might be
Owned by *Brangelina Jolie.
There’s no real reason why.
I’m just one nosy fly.
Not to mention, Brad nude I might see!
House to house in each fine neighborhood
I’ll spy like a super fly should.
An “enquiring” mind,
Lots of scandal I’ll find.
As I fly over all Hollywood.
When I tire of the “stars,” I’ll fly to
Any place juicy plots might ensue.
Just beware. Flies like me
Are as sly as can be.
Right now I am looking at you!
*Brangelina refers to the coupleship of Brad & Angelina
I'm assuming they are still together?
For the Contest by Michael J. Falotico:
"A Fly on the Wall"
dread weight portends a churning belly-ache
the day sinking ......
relentless countdown to the frowning hours
before the night of fitful sleep awakes disturbed
that day is now here ...... too soon the unwelcome light
numb propulsion, impending imminent
door opening ......
pounding heart, cold palms sweat and muscles tense
room full of others with turning eyes, closing ranks
see inside myself ...... projected back, enquiring looks
I am they, all watching and they are right
feedback feeding ......
clenched fist focus on self-fulfilling fool
someone speaks to me! to me! I feel the blood surge
as flushed cheeks inflame ...... and amplify my distress
slight surprise, recoil, rebuffed dismissal
stranded squirming ......
cornered, hurried walk to any doorway
blunder into the venue hall, seats at the back
anonymity ...... breathe once more, escape route planned
steal away, out of sight, try to regroup
reprocessing ......
unravelled depressing disappointment
sucker punched, floored again, selfish whimper
referee above...... whispers " get over yourself "
Imagine a Wall
Hidden away from plain sight
Somewhere down a side back alley
An aspiring art student one day
Choose upon this to paint
As in a dream a this vision he had seen
The previous night time before sleep came
A mosaic of pink beatles
Which spelled out the word
PEACE
With 1 red balloon string attached
And a single white dove
On each opposing side above
And in time come to pass the word got out
And people came to see it
Unfortunately though when enquiring minds
Duly asked what it's actual true meaning was
He had to admit he himself didn't have
The faintest idea or clue either
It was merely a vision from his dream
Now pink is just a color
Beatles are bugs
And both balloons and doves fly away
And Peace in itself is merely a word
Just a dream and a vision of death perhaps
And sneak preview of the after life
R . I . P
*ENABLE
Have I ever called you lately;
Have I since initiation called you baby;
In my silents, ever so quiet
May I enable
I am available
In an act of beginning something
I’m formally enquiring
Your hand, your body, soul and mind
You’re fine, just all mine
Accept this your role in God state of being
We’re being
Subside, let’s ride provide
The authority means opportunity
Make it possible, practical agree
Come away acknowledge savor me
Give your heart, mind, spirit, body to behold
Forward, forth with, turn on
The choice, voiced thought process,
You know you want this
May I enable, I am available
In an act of beginning something
I’m formally enquiring
Your hand, your body, soul and mind
You’re fine, just all mine
You’re not a story, nor fable
You’re a special treasure, allow me our pleasure
Let me support you
Shielding you from
Consequences of you negate actions
Make it easy to continue
I empower you allow me too
Enable you
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
PASSIONS
On the deck of his life’s boat
In a state of confusion
Was he sitting
Gazing at the horizon of
The unknown
Dark clouds of doubt were hovering
In his puzzling mind
His thoughts in disarray were venturing into a labyrinth
Of faint speculations
The dilemma was his, knowing not where to go
The roads of virtue and that of vice before him
They stood:
Equally appealing
Equally accessible
Equally demanding!
He tried to pierce the veil of life’s mystery
With his wondrous, enquiring eyes but
Every effort is a sound failure:
The riddle persists
The obscurity endures
The enigma remains.
Impatience enters now his troubled psyche and
Horrid panic becomes his constant companion.
Suddenly, his choleric aimless, and violent passions
Snatched the rudder of his life’s boat in their needy:
For control
Hungry for rule and
Thirsty for power
Arrogant, reckless hands and
In their eagerness to rule over his
Disorientated mind, enslaved
Reason: The illuminated helmsman
Hand-cuffed love: The tender-hearted captain and
Tortured understanding: The knowledgeable pilot and
Threw overboard benign compassion and
Holly mercy.
Shortly after, the humane crew of lofty virtues,
Subjugated to the newly established tyranny was:
Ruthlessly deprived of its power
Violently derailed from its course and
Brutally twisted in its meaning,
To fit passions’ newly adapted schemes,
Of infamy
Of turmoil
Of inconsideration and
Of shameful vice.
Then, as the sails of vanity and blind temptations
Opened wide and
The craven wind of uncontrollable urges rushed to
Swell them with corrupt impetuous desires,
His shaky boat unguided drifted to the open rough sea
Of self-destructive indulgence,
Through the hurricane of obscure ignorance,
Towards the perilous sterile rocks of despicable lust
Where it crashed and sank into the abyss of filthy appetites,
In the graveyard of lawless souls at which
Murky desperation eternally reigns!
Ah, if only he had chosen the path of virtue!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 January 2013
It’s all of three feet long, in order it is not,
And then there’s all the other stuff she’s probably forgot,
The first thing on the list, it simply just says, ‘beans’,
Is that broad beans, baked beans, whatever does she mean?
Next is the marmalade, there’s a hundred in the store,
And if I get it wrong she’ll say, ‘it’s the one I had before!!’
There goes another ping, it’s the fifth message to date,
‘Don’t forget the milk’ it reads, ‘if you can accommodate?’
Next it is the bread - brown and white and crust,
With a helpful little note saying, ‘the thickness I’m not fussed!’
But the note that takes the biscuit states, ‘get something for tea!’
Now is that for the both of us or possibly just me?
Course the final item on the list takes me back to the first aisle,
It’s another lengthy trip, so far I’ve clocked a mile.
I reach the checkout desk and there goes another ping,
It says ‘tomato sauce, oxo cubes and a pack of chicken wings.’
The checkout girl senses, my frustration and dismay,
By honestly enquiring, if I’m having a good day,
But I look at all the stuff she is bleeping at the till
And wonder how, with three bags, I’ll ever fit it in!
At home comes the inquest of each item I have bought,
And all items not listed, I’m well and truly caught!
The marmalade is wrong, the butter isn’t light,
But think I’ve done quite well as it’s fifty percent right!