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I met him in the town's local cafe
A young adonis working the railroad line.
Long blonde hair, eyes so blue,
with a strong muscular body too.
He asked me to meet him the next day
Agreeing, this became our first date
A local fair was in town that day
Hand in hand we made our way.
Together we climbed a high hill
To watch the horse races run
He leaned over and kissed me long
My heart went flop and it was done.
Young hearts giving it a try
a few moments between a young girl and guy
That first kiss from this golden child
All thoughts began to run wild.
It ended at the fireworks that night
He was leaving with the morning light
The first kiss, remembered forever
The first date an extreme pleasure.
for Carol's contest
07/08/11
Phyl
G20 calls.
And South Africa waits.
But the mirror does not lie.
A nation once rising
now sinks in its own shadow.
Do not blame Trump for his absence.
Do not blame Xi for his silence.
Blame yourselves.
For power without wisdom
is a kingdom without walls.
Once the pride of Africa.
Once the hope of the world.
A golden child among nations.
Favoured.
Respected.
Beloved.
Now a mafia state.
Now a broken promise.
Now a house with no doors
and no guardians.
The infrastructure collapses.
The lights flicker.
The streets crack.
The cities decay
like forgotten kingdoms in old tales.
Johannesburg,
your crown jewel,
now looks like a battlefield.
Ashes where beauty stood.
Chaos where order breathed.
Why should G20 leaders come?
Why risk their lives?
Why waste their time
on a land trembling under corruption
and unburied truth?
You inherited wealth.
You inherited gold.
You inherited systems
built with precision and discipline.
But you shattered them
in a single generation.
Leadership failed you.
And failure became a culture.
Opportunities were many.
But vision was none.
A nation cannot live on memory.
A country cannot rise on slogans.
The future demands architects,
not actors.
South Africa,
withdraw with dignity.
For G20 is no place
for a kingdom in ruins.
Your wound is not history.
Your wound is the present.
And it bleeds every day
while leaders dance
in palaces of illusion.
It is easy to destroy
what you never built.
It is hard to rebuild
what your hands never shaped.
Now the rainbow fades.
Hope trembles.
And the world watches
as a giant falls
under its own weight.
South Africa,
wake up from your dream.
Or be swallowed
by the very darkness
you refused to confront.
The leaves, long gone, each golden child carried
on autumn draft to reach a season's death,
portends bitter squalls will blow the harried
vines with long, cruel winter's icy breath.
Now slumber long beneath the warming banks
upon your tender roots deep in the earth.
All while stillness patrols your sentried ranks,
you strengthen sap to bring a new year's birth.
The spice of burning wood pervades the air
as gentle snipping of the pruning shear
sets free your limbs for summer fruit to bear;
from tender newborn buds, which soon appear.
And so the cycle starts for wondrous vine
to once again turn sunshine into wine.
It all started when I was born in Miami-Dade
I was loving the Florida sun and living in shades
We moved out of Miami, I wish we had stayed
But since then a hefty price was already paid
It all started with this man called “Daddy”
He left me at age 2 and left me a little saddy
Then along came Stepdaddy number one
He wasn’t there long but we had a good run
Then came infamous Stepdaddy number two
Got my mama pregnant and she was almost due
He was always there but he had a loose screw
He shattered my innocence all the way through
If I wasn’t being touched, I was being beaten
Comments on my body, on how I hadn’t eaten
My mother seemed to hate me for no damn reason
She neglected my soul through every single season
Feeling like the black sheep had me on boil
My brother was a golden child, just so spoiled
At age ten I found myself under the soil
Hiding in the deep like some unstruck oil
I wasn’t making any friends at my old school
I was trying to survive, they were trying to be cool
I was trying not to break, they were breaking all the rules
They were living on the surface, I was at the bottom of the pool
Age sixteen was when I wanted to end it all
Cuz at home I was being nailed to the wall
My mom’s hate shrunk me until I felt so small
She’d be right behind me, hoping that I’d fall
She got jealous when she got a new man
Stepdaddy number three was never the plan
He was 23 years old, their love was a sham
Yet he left me all red like strawberry jam
I was confused, thought he was good looking
But I could smell what he was already cooking
He was jealous too from what I have found
He acted all tough when my boyfriend came around
After that mess came Stepdaddy number four?
I started losing count as they walk out the door
But he was an angel, no more keeping score
Cuz he found us and picked us up off the floor
I’m eternally grateful for the man he’s become
It was like a new healing era had begun
All those red flags, yeah he had none
He took all our problems and said “honey it’s done”
Now I’m here trying to make myself feel whole
Trying to take back what all these men stole
I fell in deep but I’m climbing out of the hole
Because I’ve experienced 50 ways to break a soul
When once my Kayleigh
And Bianca asked
Uncky Chris why is our sister
Schade treated different better
than us
I had to hide a tear welled and my
eye's glassed
As truthful the honest answer was
She is and was the blue eyed
golden child
And still today my replies both
hurts and stings
Because what is one to supposed
to say put in that situation
And given my beautiful niece's
are not fool's
Otherwise why would they have
felt the need to raise the question
And they do know as do i
My retort and response will
be a lie scrambling to pave over
They will never be treated the
same as the sister they refer
to as she called Princess
Because sadly she is the one
prized and loved most above
of them all
And thought i understand and
accept we all amongst us have
our favorites
Please dear god never make it
So damn patent
Children feel the need to ask
Lord watch over
The essence of her
The presence of her
Renew her mind
Keep her time
Cover her being keep her believing
As she’s golden child of the living God
Lord you are our essence to us you are
You’re the presents in us
Renewed our minds
You’re beyond space, time cover you so us
Our being in your we’re ever bless
Our soul our life belonging
We are His solely
We are His Golden
Lord watch over
The essence of her
The presence of her
Renew her mind
Keep her time
Cover her being keep her believing
As she’s golden child of the living God
Lord you are our essence to us you are
You’re the presents in us
Renewed our minds
You’re beyond space, time cover you so us
Our being in your we’re ever bless
Our soul our life belonging
We are His solely
We are His Golden
Lord watch over her
The essence of her Oh, so I love
The presence of her, the you in her
Renew her mind ever more
Keep her time
Cover her being keep her believing
As she’s golden child of the living God
Lord you are our essence to us you are
You’re the presents in us
Renewed our minds
You’re beyond space, time cover you so us
Our being in your we’re ever bless
Our soul our life belonging
We are His solely
We are His Golden
6/11/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Life of a golden child, where I began to fight for my life.
I started to fight, to search and find my problems
But you see , I was once a seed, a truly human being that was sadly & hurt and abused by just an enemy.
Why me? And others will never understand my pain, my vein, your vein. We all bleed the same damn things so I'm no different from anybody else.
I may talk way differently, comprehend way differently than others may think or see, but you see that's the golden child in me.
I'm just a different type of breed
Shh I need you to listen understand me
The world had planted seeds of disease feeding there inter piece, but you see
It's them vs greed not them vs me
Peace is really all that we need someone to talk to even if we don't believe I had my worst times, hard times moments I couldn't breathe
It became nights when I cried my big self to sleep ,
But have you ever felt like this before?
Had to stop onna side of the road and take a break from what this world had going on
Mhmh they told me to just write a poem , but my feelings and thoughts come from my heart so ATM it's a song . The Golden child
Will forever be my poem remember you are an golden child so you have to stay strong
Might not be there to catch you when you fall but remember Makayla stevenson bc my voice will always be along
Thank you
Sleep, New Year …..
Sleep New Year, in cold Winter’s frozen grasp.
From deep slumber dream of the coming year;
Give Old Winter's end to March’s last sharp gasp,
Let playful Spring banish false Winter cheer.
Past the equinox in chilled slumber’s dream
Tell the year’s gifts, set in harsh Winter’s hand,
Which, given to Seasons in turn, will scheme
To let bold Summer play upon the land.
Then, in her turn, show fair fragile Autumn,
Golden child of Winter now come of age.
Dream New Year, in blanket of cool mists cloaked,
White shrouded against the harsh season’s rage.
Foretell, when the tired and ageing year wanes,
How spent seasons pass and then sleep again.
01/08/2017
I'm proud of you Jericho you won sate for your wrestling weight class.
but I'm sick of being stuck in your shadow mom and dad are proud of you they never have been proud of me the way they are in you. I try to show them the things I do that I'm proud of but they don't care.
they only care about you when they talk about me they see no future but when they talk about you its all promises and how your going to make it in life. while I'm stuck watching sometimes I feel forgotten even by my boyfriend. I wish I was you Jericho because you seem to have everything together for you well I have no clue what I'm doing I'm so sick of being stuck in our shadow I say I'm going to make a name for myself but by ding what? I'm happy for you but I feel like I'm just the stupid sister who has nothing left in my life I'm going to graduate soon and dad cant even take a day off for that but he can take the day off to see you wrestle Jericho I'm really am happy for you your going to do great things while I die slowly. I'm so happy for you good job little brother. I don't envy you okay who am I kidding of course I envy you. your perfect in mom and dad's eyes Jericho sometimes I wish I were you but of course you already know that I'm so sick of being stuck in your shadow and I don't know how to get out. mom and dad have had enough that they want me out but you I think they could care less if you stayed forever. why are you the golden child when we both up and do the same things mom and dad just don't catch you. perfect little Jericho who can whoop your big sister butt. perfect little Jericho who owns up to everything. I wonder how mom and dad would feel if they found out you've done pot as well you've drank as well you sneak out just as much as I do. why do you get all of their love?
Miss Sunshine was her sobriquet, and she the golden child
All through her happy infant days she wore that winning smile
She loved the colors nature gave, but sensitive and shy
She suffered from the thoughtlessness of some at junior high.
So music was her salvation, she practiced all the while
And breathed new life into sad songs with unique wondrous style
And harmony came naturally, in shades of dark and light
As with her paintings and her song she kept her spirit bright.
In the Valley of the Nightingales, by peaceful waters there
That sylvan voice of honeyed cream still dances in the air
Gifted by the shooting star with heart and mind so pure
The softly spoken blue chanteuse too fragile to endure.
Then morphine -laced to ease her pain and lifted to her chair
She sang out What A Wonderful World and left pure magic there
Adored by friends and family, her last performed goodbye
She graced the notes with perfect pitch and heard her angels cry.
She never got that little house, dreamed of, by ocean's roar
She never sang out to the seas from treasured golden shore
The brigade choir out of sight down some yellow brick road
Sings clear with Eva clothed in white, in Toto's fields of gold.
In the Valley of the Nightingales, by peaceful waters there
That sylvan voice of honeyed cream still dances in the air
Gifted by the shooting star with heart and mind so pure
The softly spoken blue chanteuse too fragile to endure.
INSPIRED BY FACTS FROM THE BOOK - EVA CASSIDY- SONGBIRD
HEAR ME SING THIS IN CONCERT.
ON YOUTUBE - VALLEY OF THE NIGHTINGALES, LOUIS SPENCE
THANK YOU.