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From the ancient lands of Mesopotamia,
A story of friendship and love,
Of a king and a wild man, united,
In adventures that took them above.
Gilgamesh, the mighty king of Uruk,
A man of strength and fame,
But with a fear of death that haunted,
And a longing to escape that claim.
Enkidu, the wild and free spirit,
Born of the earth and wild,
A being of raw, untamed power,
Who was destined to be exiled.
But fate had other plans in store,
As Gilgamesh and Enkidu met,
And a friendship was born that day,
That nothing could ever forget.
Together they battled fierce monsters,
And faced the perils of the unknown,
Their bond growing stronger with each step,
Their love like a seed that was sown.
Yet even in victory, Gilgamesh,
Could not escape the fear in his heart,
The fear of death that loomed above,
And threatened to tear him apart.
So he set out on a quest for answers,
To find the key to eternal life,
But in his journey, he learned a truth,
That cut through the pain like a knife.
For he realized that life is a gift,
A precious and fleeting thing,
And that true happiness lies in love,
And the joy that it can bring.
And so, with Enkidu by his side,
Gilgamesh returned to his land,
A wiser and humbler man,
With a heart that had been re-manned.
The Epic of Gilgamesh, a tale of love,
Of friendship that will never die,
A reminder that in this journey of life,
It's the love we share that will help us to fly.
:: 03.11.2023 ::
Truly Ghastly Apple Core Story
"My dad, Edgar Allan Poe, said, 'Son, let's explore!'
An apple, he hand selected from the store,
and gave to me with a look that did implore
me, as if he wanted something more,
when I handed him the core.
I looked into his morbid eyes,
and said, 'Were you expecting pies?
There are many ways an apple dies,
I thought I'd give you a surprise
with the means of this fruit's demise.'"
These are the words I recited in a hall,
not Carnagie, someplace humbler in Montreal,
with a result I could not forestall.
An apple core just missed and hit the wall,
sliding down in a ghastly fall.
Granny Smith
In our family's lore or myth,
lies a blight, hard to contend with.
Can time or sugar ever sweeten,
memories of mom's mom being eaten -
our dearest Granny Smith?
I began to sob and cry,
as we ate Grandma in a pie,
My mom said, "Shut the eff up.
You'll just have to buck up -
and don't be so literal. For once just try."
A Feather in My Cap
You put a feather in my cap.
Then a bird gave me a slap
and told me in uncertain terms,
"To me this just reaffirms
that your friend is not well-bred.
This feather belongs in my head".
Pride is a motivator, a stimulator of scarlet soul
an accelerator to the next glorious goal
generator of newcoming awakening
cultivator out cunning the unkind
cutting away all the doubts and flouts, leaving the babel and rabble behind,
a slayer of beasts and witches,
pulverizer of all that threatens my wishes,
Pride is an educator, a teacher whom need not flatter
or conspire to push passion higher,
a preacher promisin that you can be better than you thought you were,
transformer from the mediocre to a raw reformer
makin my heart the perfect love performer
romanticizer of the love battles that my Lady and I thunder
reinforcer of our durable dreams, encourager for our beautiful hunger,
Pride has weather, moving me to smile at the wind and bear the barbs of error,
an innovator of my instincts, reflector of bleeding color
It compells me to be a competitor, a finisher, and a star runner,
my blessings won't bow to humble hoaxes
my talent cannot tolerate the tamming of tragedies
my courage will not cower with the false virtue of humble hypnotism
ain't no way a honkeytonk humbler gonna wear away my sway,
my faith will not stumble upon the stones of humble wastelands,
I wasn't born to walk with humble eyes,
I'm alive to thrive with a sacred strive,
in pride I hear the voice of my Creator say, be great or die!
J.A.B.
Earth's urgent need
for humbler heroes
finds unenlightened me
clinging to early fears
and angers
muttering loathing
and festering hate.
Meanwhile
Brother Integrity
and Sister Humility
notice global health potential
is already therapeutic blessing
co-arising traumatic warning
HealthClimate leading toward
win/win Integrity
and Humility
regarding past wounds,
afflicting and afflicted,
supporting
Win or Lose
Win and Lose
Healing and Hurting
unconditional regard,
uniting compassion
without cultural
religious boundaries
of health and safety consciousness.
Internal ego humility intent
and External eco-integral systemic
health potential relationship
includes appreciation,
sometimes a little more humble depreciation,
Where Ego inside
evolves integrally
organically committed
to what
and when
and why
Integrity's humble
healthcare systemic potential
bicamerally transposes
outside-health/inside-safety
cooperative compassion
Already making babies,
sustaining slowly dying rivers,
maintaining quietly crying
glaciered mountains,
retaining liberal/conservational integrity,
Left/Right anthro-humility,
bicamerally co-arising
EarthDay's primordial need
for humbler heroes.
No one visited his grave today
No last respects did anyone pay
For his mortal soul did no one pray
No tears were shed when he passed away
His bank account’s balance was awful high
To accomplish this, anything he would try
In accumulating wealth, he made many others cry
But, no tears were shed when the old man died
To other greedy fools, his wealth was bequest
His last will and testament, they would all contest
To get bigger shares, they would do their best
But, no tears were shed when he was laid to rest
Beside his tomb was laid a humbler man
With many loved one’s standing hand in hand
No wealth left for his heirs to demand
Crying tears of sorrow when he left this land
I knew that rich man, but he was sad inside
I knew that other man – I can say with pride
To love them both, I truly tried
But it was for the humble man that tears I cried
I'm more than halfway to the gates
or so the statistics fancy to say.
Seen a lot but want to see a whole lot more.
Haven't suffered or laughed enough
Need a few more scars and scuffs.
Need to grow up a little, but I'm trending down.
Need to hide pain efficiently and struggle on more gracefully.
Buttress the weaknesses-maintain the strengths.
Though I don't have enough mental mortar.
Need to toss these streaks of jealousy in the pit.
Need to pare down this gigantic bucket list.
Appease some goals-go for one last blitz.
But I'm running low on energy and time.
Where are those auxiliary tanks of life?
I need to pray more?
Have I done enough for family and friends?
I need to be humbler
Have I done enough for myself?
I've got to stop whining.
Be a bigger man-struggle on in stoic silence.
I need to pray for others more-and mean it
We thought we lost the simple gift of toy,
The past turning years then quietly met us,
At last we found our treasure, bright and dear,
And learned our hearts had kept it all each day.
You claim such light must surely mean we’re dumb.
For life is rich with signs we come to know,
That joy returns when open hearts say yes.
Believed the loss had drained away our joy.
And showed our feet a wiser, humbler course.
A joy made whole the moment we could share,
Wonders that make us silly, laugh so gay
Than walking on through life half-dead and numb.
In time it lifts the truths it means to show,
Staying warm of heart is wiser off guess
How do I judge
people who wear fine clothes
with an attitude?
Hippocrates, nothing else!
I have worn trendy clothes
and made me look great,
many likes and compliments
I got that widened this
incredible smile part of my trait;
suddenly, sad eyes turned to happy eyes!
How do I deal with people
with excessive pride?
I become humbler than they should be,
and they never thought it was possible!
Being too proud keep us from being meek,
isn't this the true image most of us seek?
Can our humble attitude
be distinguished from that of the powerful
who amass fortunes to build another beautiful
mansion to satisfy their greedy
ego and be spoken of eloquently?
Will they experience inquietude?
I remain true to myself,
being glad for my achievements,
never feeling above the others who boast,
who pursue materialism with madness
and become self-proclaimed gods;
can their increase in wealth be another toast
to Ploutos who's different from a common elf?
Soon We Celebrate the Day
By Franklin Price
12/22/2016
Soon we celebrate the day
When Jesus Christ was born
Most likely not the actual
Historians are torn
No question that it happened
Doesn't really matter when
Christians among us all agree
He came to save us from our sin
Born in a stable
There was no room at the inn
Could not have been a humbler place
For our Savior to begin
The angels gathered 'round Him
You could hear their voices sing
The guiding star above the place
Brought the wise men kings
The shepherds left their flocks to come
They could not stay away
Driven to bear witness
To the Christ child born that day
There's much more to His story
On the cross, earth's life would end
To pave our way to heaven
Christ took with him our sin
If we have faith that's how it happened,
Believe that's the way it went,
We will meet Him at the right hand,
Of God, where he was sent
11/20/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr