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Been dismissive, by the absents of her father;
Made more, whole and strong in strength she’s farther;
Not meant to be strong in body vessel mind and heart;
Been abandon coping extremely potion set apart;
She is whole man
Yet Wo man
Left alone in hands
Embracing bands, of fingers working hands
Toiling working
In the absents of a man, those men
Not in her life
She doesn’t need a man to be whole
She Wo man
And in her womb comes humanity
She covets and covers the seed
It incubates and grows
Multiplies fleshly vessel
Woe unto men whom misuse and abuse
Father’s God Woman those our sisters, mothers
All who offend?
Been embraced, now in engaging with her heavenly Father;
Made more, whole and strong in strength she’s farther;
Newly emerged strong in body vessel mind and heart;
Been embellished coping renewed set apart;
2/3/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
[POET’s NOTE : This is the second of five poems on Revolutionary Poet, Bertolt Brecht : Spoken Word written in Blank Verse]
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It is not enough to assume safety, question !
audience and readers one with poems
writing is not divided, stories homed
engage, clash one with another find truth
what is writ, read, recited incubates
unaware embracing sagacity, sighted
as minds see yourselves in actors miming
bewail or laugh on easy seats, it matters not !
Alienation tearing reflects without
who are specks when travelling, fleeing fast
in courtrooms, as empaths see bombs fall
explode over seas, implode naivety
remove barriers within refines, no hide
penetrate emotions, let words cut veins
ripping open crux exposes connections
alienation and antipathy tails pale
I'm here to wake up audience’s core more
shatter to bring Mother Courage to fore
fragmented world of war engage active
theatre seeks to hammer, shake seats loose
poetic therapy as mirror confronts
inner worlds jumping here and there
inspired juices whiffing extra miles
adoration requires not possession’s pews
Self cares zero about rules to be broken
crushing my bones crooked for knowing
nobody lives sufficiently for all sowing
this is my work and yearning, recognise
blending it exposes false convictions
scruples upon scruples is khaki to shred
raw is perception, insufferable flashes
alive only when not guarding dashes
Germinal ! make deep stamp upon own soil
listen clear (...) be own sage, stage shows toil
allow poetry into lightness of pure being
reintegrate famished divided, feed
go home grieving from theatres, recitals twist
speak to knights, hierophants, fools within
jar them off thrones of brocade comfort silk
for all must recall how dust is to evolve !
presence without demand
s t r e t c h
b u i l d
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Midsummer vehemence stows heat for later
Solar film ominously watch hot arc
Tilt tracks trajectory, power cater
Stashes post sizzle to supply light dark
Socket slit subservient incubates
Arrow of assurance inserts cable
Voltage their pairing impressive creates
Self derived to electric capable
Autonomy admonished with a switch
Loins bearing in luxury breed evil
Informed about squalid impoverished
Ignore affluent vantage for reprieval
Overloaded homes groan under panels
Tainted rich roads tune rigid channels
16th January
Wealth rotten wattage
She is uppercase, Her within the within
out shines the sun, out paces the moon.
Thoughts of a ham sandwich come to a squealing halt
as I recall my low sodium diet -
She (too often to count) plays trivia with existence,
meanwhile, I flutter like a cage in a canary.
Of course, She is not a she and I am not a lower he.
A non-physical womb both transmits and incubates.
Pronouns do not work in Spirit.
Owls perch on the edge of light where the watched
also watches. She corrals wild minds, thoughts bleat
as they are left to stray
creating space for the lone herder -
the one who brings ‘shepherd’s pie’
for all the hungry ghosts.
In a sandbox, many grains plays with others
and that’s okay
for one more transcendental day.
The winter time has had its day,
Was what we all believed,
As signs of spring were everywhere.
But seems we've been deceived.
Evil April brings Arctic blast
Now more snow has arrived.
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
The snowdrops and the crocuses
Put on a splendid show.
Now we should have the daffodils
But they struggle to grow.
And the tulips expected soon
Are still asleep below.
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
Why are these seasons so confused?
There surely is a catch.
Last week the moorhen laid her eggs
Now incubates the batch.
But with the snow covering her
What chance have they to hatch?
It seems winter must dominate,
And tell springtime it has to wait.
A Lady Waits
The sleepy sea massages a creaking ship which slowly navigates
through blackness the sky emanates and the great Atlantic integrates.
A sailing school of serenading seagulls dips and dives and celebrates,
and amongst the sea-sick shipmates, a welcome murmur swiftly circulates.
A wave of steerage class splashes onto the seaweed-soaked stern and congregates,
viewing a line of lights which levitates on the horizon it incubates.
As fingers point to a distant shore, the name “America!” reverberates.
The salty air invigorates, and the chorus of commotion escalates.
A cry pulls the tide of faces to the rear row of citizen candidates.
Her wind-whipped shawl barely insulates the ravenous newborn she placates.
As if Moses were parting the sea, the silent congregation separates.
Gleaming with gratitude, she glides to the front rail the moon illuminates.
As her baby’s throat pulsates with mother’s milk, through lash-locked lids he fixates
on the Emerald Empress whose torch radiates on the dreams she consummates.
Beholding the beacon who beckons brave believers, his mother boldly states,
“When this restless night abates, the misty morn of a daring dawn elates,
but tonight, sleep well my child … for across the harbor, the lady waits … ”
- E. V. Wyler -
Origami gifts fledglings multiple
Stork sling incubates infant hatchery
Holds pine seed offspring horticultural
Burst dirt celebrates cedar jamboree
Invisible drive to thrive, hormonal
Reverse javelin sapling spear Jarvis
Pin bend Pilates practice jovial
Christmas bonus brings bountiful harvest
Silken sway, acres of muscular maize
Youthful juice under crisp skirt harem
Masters of last year crushed in hasty haze
Mulched during terrain turn over mayhem
Lake levitator long necked swan mascot
Lays Faberge eggs in reed bloom jackpot
16th November
Manyfest
“Put on the dauntless spirit of resolution”. ~ By William Shakespeare
Meet this dweller of the icy continent
Among the few, he is the chief occupant
Out in that territory, it is freezing cold
With nothing but a sea of whiteness to behold
In this far stretching desert of ice
Live the emperor penguins wise
They are birds erect, not designed for flight
Neatly dressed in suits of black and white
They remind us of nuns dressed in white
With hoods in black and souls contrite
The penguins thrive in snow and sleet
That to them is never an easy feat
Over the ice they smoothly waddle
And in water with flippers, they paddle
Strangely, it is in the peak of winter they breed
When nature goes scarce with food to feed
After a period of intimate courtship
Into responsible parenthood they slip
The female lays a single egg
Never one more, even if we beg
Right away she goes on a feeding spree
Appointing her husband as designee
To guard over the egg and keep close watch
Until the young one is ripe to hatch
Do you know how it incubates the egg?
He balances it on the feet of his leg
Till the young one is out, he refuses to eat or drink
A rare sacrifice of which we can hardly think
In this period, he thrives solely on body fat
And in course, he loses half his weight
At last, from the egg, when the chick is out
It is not allowed to go to the ice direct
But is locked inside the parent’s brood pouch
Where the little one feels comfy as on a couch
If it ever dares to venture out
It will freeze to death, no doubt
The emperors thus live on the razor edge of life
And their lives with challenges are rife
Yet with dauntless resolution, they face their fate
And against all adversities, their life they celebrate
With their densely packed layers of plumage
They keep their bodies from serious damage
When comes the blasting breath of the blizzards
As a precaution to skim over the hazards,
From their territories, they rally en bloc together
Huddling tight for warmth in the biting weather
Don’t you think the penguin is an emperor
Who subdues his hostile territory with prudent care?
A longer version of the bird’s dauntless endeavor is our life
An arduous climb through perils, pain and strife!