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From the heart of green naïve village
surrounded by corps field, mosque, ponds,
ancestral grave yard, school, college,
madrasah (islamic school) etc he is
brothers, sisters with parents, a beautiful family
with relatives, neighbors he had
learned person he was, full memorizer of
the Holy Quran and institutional study was 10th grade
but dreams touched his eyes, his breaths, his veins
the dream in the hollow eyeballs of him
flaring dreams have been gathered in his sight
dreams touched his ideality, his mediocrity, his learning
against the holy verse
dreams touched him inseparably
dreams touched him within vain clothing
dreams touched him within flirting industrialist mind
dreams touched him within merciless sky scraper building
dreams touched him within fake benevolent charity right hand
dreams touched him abortive assurance giving to others in generosity smiling
dreams made him blind to the path of income
small income once made up him happy with family and relatives
but leaving small, come to big on the lame stretchers dreamy boat
he did not understand- dreams in lazy hands is
misfortunate hell for upcoming every steps
dreams made him luxurious ambitious as
the begging bag before learning how to beg
dreams made him laughter in garrulous argument
as happiness of billionaire under torn blanket
in biting cold winter dreamy night
dream made him foolish dandy in business world
as Xerox machines copying activities
which has no personality to make another root
to survive with it as parasite
dreams made him passerby the dark path
dreams made him lonely walker
dreams made him lonely resident on title-less building of hill view
dreams made him unknown religious in the eye view of unfamiliar him
dreams made him a dark horse in flattering broker world
dreams made him hilarious land lord in his verbose copying documents
dreams made him a beggar in heavenly real eyes of the sun,
crystalline day approved him he was dreamer only
from the dreams he made his journey to be great
benevolent helper of relatives and neighbors
he was dreamer but in paralyzed bone and indolent veins
and this dream awakens him in tears of mysterious death
(Written on my Maternal Uncle Hafez Abdul Allam 4th July 1962-29th July 2018, who was inactive but great dreamer, but sudden death of him makes us heart rending cry)
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
great uncle died but I still have God;
Great grandmother died but I still have God;
Great auntie died, yes I still have God;
All my people dead and gone, yet I still have God;
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
Second cousin died but I still have God;
Another Great uncle dies yes I still have God;
All these physical persons have left my side;
As I breathe and receive as I believe I still have God
My Dad’s mother died my grandma, but I still have God;
Mother die my mom at 39 years I was only 17, left with just dad
Was mad at God felt alone, betrayed and shun…guess what I still had
I still had God;
Father died ten years later, never sung to my father I cried yet I still…
I still had God (He’s by my side)
He’s my heart, the air that I breathe He’s in and outside of me;
Of the 5 children my mother’s mother had all dead;
Except my uncle left alone, yet not alone I still have God;
My best friend and his entire family murdered, made National News
Went to the funeral felt hurt again yet alone, but guess what I still had God;
Cousin died, two close friend died still I cried
Yeah! Yeah! I know I still got God
Death hurts, but what’s worse is to lose your soul and spin eternity in Hell
Wife died three years ago, Yeah! I know I’m alone but guess what..
I still have God
Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens I’ll give you rest;
I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be birth in you say’s the Lord;
He heals the brokenhearted and bind up the wounds
When you go through deep waters I will be with you;
Whenever you feel unloved, unimportant or insecure remember to whom you belong;
I’M ALONE BUT, NOW ALONE;
oH am I
I’M ALONE BUT NOT ALONE;
oH am I
You can be sure that I will be with you always to the very end of the age
Even if my father and mother abandon me the Lord will take care of me –
God said: I will in no way leave you, neither will I in any way forsake you. Therefore we can say: The Lord is my helper. I will not fear. What can man do to me? –
“let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.”
I am alone yet not alone…
4/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Once upon a time there was a hopeless man, and all that he wanted was for someone to truly understand
He wanted to help in the only way that he knew how, and so he started his quest so that he could eventually take his bow
He promised to heal a broken heart with his love so true, he offered the naïve girl a solution to all that she had been through
He told her that he had the cure that all that she had to do was believe, and that he could change her life and be her everything
In turn she promised to love him and show him love like he never knew, but in the end due to his decisions she was unable to
He did everything right saying all the right things that she needed to hear, he held her when she cried and wiped away her tears
He told her that she was magical that she couldn’t be real, that he had looked for her his whole life and that now he is able to feel
He held her in his arms and told her his love was true, he said there would never be another that “my heart belongs to only you”
He said that he wanted to be with her until the end of time, but someone must have sped up the ending because you’re no longer mine
You reneged on your promises although you had said you would always stay, but in the end, I was the helper not you I helped you find your way
You took away my heartache, but you also brought me more than I can bare, now I am the hopeless one living in despair
You played your beautiful hopeless music for me that I heard through your heart, and now I have no one to dance with now that we’re apart
I want to come after you I want my revenge for the way that you hurt me, but I will continue hoping and dreaming that you’ll return to me
You half way gave me what you promised that you would, but you didn’t finish what you started although I wished that you could
So now the story is closing, and this is sadly goodbye, you can go ahead and take that bow now while I sit back and cry
I called you the hopeless helper because that is what I perceive, you wanted to believe in hope and help restore me
But in the end, I’m the hopeless one hanging on to these false dreams, and I’m the one that helped you crush my heart and rip it apart from the seams.
This poem is from my book titled Fairytales of Broken Dreams available on Amazon and Kindle. My pen name is Amanda Carroll Kinzer
In the rundown little house where her family currently lives,
the fourteen-year old glances obediently at her glaring daddy,
nodding her head in quiet compliance
to his usual horrible demands of her for the evening.
Not to acquiesce would incur his utter wrath,
and that is something she has learned well by now to avoid.
Things are not like the old days, when she was twelve,
feeling so lost, and he would lavish her with little gifts:
bracelets with charms, cute purses, chocolate candies. . .
With warm aqua eyes, he’d smile his approval
as she whirled around the room, modeling a pretty dress for him.
In those days when her world had fallen apart, he’d taken her in.
His voice would softly soothe her then, chasing away her every fear.
Back to reality. Daddy’s voice now is laced with menace.
And his eyes are ice blue marbles staring through her.
“Do what wifey says,” he instructs her at the door
as she leaves with four other sisters and the one of legal age, her sister-wifey.
Leaning in to her, his breath like chill wind on her nape, he whispers,
“And you better be VERY good with your dates this time.”
The young girl, in high heels, slit skirt, and heavy makeup, has exited the door
when her daddy barks commands to his helper in the living room, and then
Daddy exits too, but through the garage, where a Mercedes Benz is parked.
He drives alone, a short trip across town to his other house -
the one with manicured lawn and garden and a large pool out back -
the large beautiful house where a real wife and a real daughter
await him.
“How was your day?” his beautiful young wife gushes
as he crosses the threshold in his expensive business suit.
“Oh, just another day at the office,” he quips,
leaning in to give her a soft kiss. Then his young daughter
comes bounding down the stairs, broadly grinning.
“Daddy, look at the new dress you bought me!”
She twirls with adolescent glee.
The man, with blue eyes dancing, looks his fourteen-year-old daughter
up and down. “Sweetie, you know I don’t like you wearing lipstick yet.”
“Oh, Daddy,” she teases, “I’ll be dating soon.”
“Afraid not,” he lovingly chides her. “Those boys will just have to wait
at least for two more years. For now, you are Daddy's little girl."
From the beginning of my day it appeared that the tasks ahead were not going to be good. It seemed that a day of calm and peace was doomed from the start. The help that was required to do a good job for our customers was in doubt. The helper was due to meet me at an agreed place and time, but did not. I was therefore forced to work fast and furious, and I was rather frustrated.
I finally accepted the fact that this day would not be a piece of cake. In my haste, my mind must have turned to paste, as I chased the clock. Things became a little brighter when my helper showed up later on; and my day did indeed get better.
In the process of the race and the rush, I lost the door key of one of our customers. I had always labored to be the best, and expected the same from our helpers in business. And now, I was embarrassed, and felt lost; I felt like a failure. I had no choice except to call and apologize. I informed my most gracious client, and he said for me not to worry. I worried anyway and wandered back and forth in my mind.
Another day came with the client and his key on my mind. I kept on worrying, because those keys I could not find. I was both worried and embarrassed at the same time.
Our business required being fully trustworthy and reliable. It demanded and required total focus upon the best interest of our customers. We held the keys to their homes; and they needed to feel secure. How could they feel secure if we could not hold on to their door keys? How could my wife and I build a successful business losing keys?
My kind customer called me later that day to inform me that his pool cleaner had found the key. A very heavy load was quickly lifted from my deflated and wearied soul. It was the end of one of the longest 24 hour periods of my life. My spirit was lifted even higher when four little words failed from the lips of our client that will stay with me for a life time.
As I expressed my gratitude of the moment and shared with him the sheer frustration of yesterday, I was wonderfully encouraged and blessed when he said something that I will never forget. In a sincere and calming tone, he said to me, “That Day Is Gone”.
080308PSContest, Uplifting, Laura Loo
He worked at the local newspaper office.
I worked for his employer’s wife as a mother’s helper.
He had served his apprenticeship
and was now a full fledged printer
earning a magnificent sum of eight dollars a week.
My wages were three dollars per week.
Mrs. Miller found reasons for sending
me to the office frequently
and he was easy to talk to.
It wasn’t long before
he asked me to go to a movie
and I readily agreed.
Movies tickets at our local theatre
were twenty-five cents, usually.
The first movie we went to was called
“The Housekeeper’s Daughter”
starring Joan Bennett.
I don’t remember a thing about the story.
The next week he called again
and this time
the movie he wanted to take me to was
“Gone With The Wind”.
I protested that it was too expensive.
This time he would have to spend
fifty cents each on tickets
and the movie was so long that
there was an intermission
and I knew he would want
to buy refreshments, but
I didn’t take much persuading
and we went all out for that
evening of entertainment.
This time I did remember the story.
From that evening forward ,
he was a daily caller at our home
and my mother did her best
to keep him fed.
Most of our dates were merely
a stroll down town and back
as we had no car.
We heard on the radio that
Major Bowe’s Amateur Hour
was coming to a bigger town
about thirty miles away
and both of us decided we would like to
attend that function.
Money would be a problem
on our wages, so we decided
to save up for it.
One of us bought a dime bank and
we each put any spare dime we could,
into the bank.
It held five dollars.
We managed to have
five dollars worth of dimes
by the time the big day arrived.
Dad lent us his car
and off we went.
I don’t know what the tickets cost
but we had enough to buy them
plus enough to
indulge in an ice-cream soda
at the big town soda fountain.
1940 was the year our story started.
In March of 1941
he left for Detroit, Michigan
where he had heard he could find work
at a decent wage.
He sent a telegram
that he’d found a job
at $50.00 a week.
He had a minister and marriage license.
I had never been away from home before
but I traveled to Detroit and
we were married in July of 1941.
Honorable Mention
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Five ducklings feeding
The back of the camper bus
proudly sported the family
seven yellow stickers ducks
five little ducklings in a line
feeding on life presented to
the world growth sustenance
nourishment and meaning
For every fellow traveller
to ponder smile anticipate
what little team was to alight
at temporary destinations
sheltered tented playgrounds
swings and roundabouts
cul-de-sacs and traffic lights
To get all ducks into a row
once they emerged enriched
our little feeding station
food bank vital well and
fields of plenty needed
diverse and un-divided
attention chaos letting go
Meal times at times with rubber
ducks in bathtubs burping
passing winds of change
incorporating kilojoules
compassion love and swirling
compromise uncertain certainty
floated in the ocean of life
yet to be swum and dived in
with the buoyancy of living
Little duckling was still small
and sat beside as older
sister eager helper supervisor
when our triplet power three
in one as courtesy of nature
and individual little mouths
to feed lay on their backs
on sleeping bags as wonderment
in waiting for the spoon with
apple mush and cinnamon
to take its turn to reach their gums
To complete the pentagon
of childish folly serious fun
and exploration another little duckling
observed from inside womb in
its fertile spring to yet conjoin the river
contemplated when and where
to splash out into beauty question marks
and tribulations sparkling brotherhood
and food for life and pleasure
whirlpools cascades and little ripples
The spoon went one to one
and to another next to here and
there forward backward and beyond
my wildest expectations of what food
and feeding holding precious gifts
in hand released from nature
into nature ingesting measured
unimaginable and definite provision
nurtures nourishes what was what is
The birds have flown the nest
they feed and feed me just the same
and it is not just those trivial stickers
sign posts on the buzling bus
and more than ever and for
every one who wants to see the
picture depiction metaphor
the unsurpassed experience
which reminds me of simplicity of
gratitude and feeling warm inside
24th May 2016
Xiou Xue
‘Little Snow’ her story. ( my son's family 'home helper)
Ma wars, with earth to conjure a meal, Made in a kitchen which all pests have vacated.
Weariness blinkered, Pa contends, In a haze for contentment, in tobacco & drink.
A vision become probable, neon signs wink to her, Negative gains still seem to offer fulfilment of dreams.
Desolate in the dark room, prospects evaporate. Scenes of homely environments bridge bitter memories.
Jesus answers, She phones, They touch, Tobacco fades, Hopes rise, Christ lives.
Beijing Hutongs.
(Old alleys & narrow streets.)
Grey dust over all the piles of food waste, Snow Bikes & barrows. No flies no smell!
Wind chills’ no deterrent to sellers or window gazers. The tourist shivers alienated by culture.
Shoes happily shinned, smiles warm. The barterers laugh. Do half-hidden homes reflect the same?
Her older hand devoured the seeds
They crawled in the folds of her skin waiting to be free
As she sprayed them unto the loose wet soil
Her laughter of insanity filled the airs toil
For she has a plan to run the world
Her seeds of Darkness will grow to spoil
Her seeds of Darkness her only friends
As she will nurse them tall to see the worlds end
The water from her tears at night
Will help her spawns grow tough with sight
They grow so tall amidst her glow
Of lonely souls that she will know
She names them individually
One by one she sets them free
Her seeds spawn Angels so lovingly
But there is a problem with them she sees
They hatch and seek for mothers den
But she lay on the ground clutching her chin
She cant believe her eyes of deciet
The spawns are Angels of light not for defeat
I planted 100 seeds for my own
What happened to them all they have grown
To be a savior of light this cant be
But the 100th is yet to hatch let me see
As the seed breaks open on her 100th child
A blackened claw exits the cover of mild
Two horns break free of the lock and chain seed
Revealing dark wings twice the size of the breed
The 100th now stands taller than her
The 100th "chosen" one will help her endure
As she laughs again so hysterically
The 100th draws back and releases a deed
The deed of death across his mind
The so called helper of Devils kind
Pulls back his claws of blackened death
And enters her chest with a laugh of the best
The old lady looks into her childs eyes
Why do you do this to your mother with demise
I raised you to help me rule the world
As the 99 Angels of light flee from twirl
She sees them all fly away from her sight
Her babies ran away from the one who brought life
What stood before her was the 100th of dead
As her life and her blood spilled unto the floors bed
The 100th released his own seed of clones unto her
As the blood of the mom entered the seeds oh so pure
They all hatched baring resemblance to the 100th of lure
As they rose in the air they had been rescued by their dear
Form:
As I was about to lay myself down to sleep, his voice came to me saying, let peace be from peace and love from love , and grace from grace and life from everlasting life, and I alone knew his voice from afar. than he say, you who have been given this high office let rest come when it come. I was with the Messiah seven days and did not sleep nor eat nor drink anything for his will filled me. he say to me, your heart alone I have heard now ask all that you will. than I say to the Messiah, Messiah how do one be saved? he reply, when truth was given to man he cast it away from men and mankind, and the Messiah touch me to say, give your own life as a ransom, prepare to die for the world which is man and mankind. than I say to the Messiah, Messiah how do I alone tell this to man that he shall not come after me? than the lord say, why do you worry about what man do? if he shall come after you than let him come. let him find you filled and not empty, for he who come after you is empty within himself, and evil is his company so that he is not filled with knowledge but ignorant. I than say lord teach me shame. what is it? and the Messiah say, when you are naked you are ashamed, when you say bad things you are ashamed, when you do bad things you are ashamed, but those shames are human shames, the shame of the soul and spirit are not the same shame, when you put clothes on a baby, right away it take it off to feel free. it is the same when you take off the flesh the body is no longer ashamed. being ashamed is the same as judging, judge not let you be judged. I say, Messiah what do that mean fully? that lord smile than say, judge yourself always for in doing this you have no time to judge someone else, for in judging yourself always you correct yourself, so that when you are before the father lesser judgement shall be placed on you, for you have repented from your evil deeds, than I alone say Messiah, who is the helper or what is the helper? than the Messiah say, behold the man for here I am! did I not help those who were sick, and those who did lose their faith, and those who did or do call upon my father in my name. so be filled with me and I shall be filled within you.