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Does it consume my time? Sure.
My money? Of course.
My health? Probably.
My ability to think? Naturally.
Is there great risk in it? If you're not careful ...
but of course you'll be careful
even if it makes you less so by nature ...
So why?
Why flirt with disaster? What's to be gained?
Escape.
Relatively inexpensive; perfectly legal; sometimes quite celebrated.
Christ said not to worry, didn't He?
Well - here's how, you nervous, fearful fool!
And the sweet icing atop the cake -
you ease up on the reins.
You lose the mental strength
to rein in your appetites.
So you'll get your escape - and the sickly sweet thrill
of knowing that your most selfish, raw desires could gain control
and do what your right mind would be far too shamed to endorse
in the Light.
24 August 2025
finished last few lines by 8:31 AM; started the poem some days prior.
My only friend,
The night is full of stars, scattered like lost prayers upon the velvet dark.
I stand beneath them, adrift in my own unknowing, whispering words of kindness, into the legal wind, hoping they may find you.
I respect the you without the why, the way a river respects the ocean, never asking why it must journey forward, only knowing that it must.
For me, the woods are dark but for the light—flickering, fragile, threading its silver fingers through the trees.
I walk amongst the shadows, seeking something I cannot name, though in my heart I know whats true.
I close my eyes, and the ocean is so far away, yet close, closer than breath, as if its waves might break upon my shore and leave behind the echo of your voice that's full of wisdom.
Mountain tops are covered in snow that I will never see.
There are places I dream of but will never touch, heights I long for but in this life I can never reach.
Yet, even in the valley, even in the quiet of loss, I hold the thought of you like a flame cupped between my hands, sheltering it against the wind.
Those of us in need, need you the most.
There are voices that tremble, hands that reach but do not find.
In the stillness, I wonder—are you listening?
Can you hear the hush of longing in the spaces between my words, in the sigh of the rising tide, in the hush of falling snow?
Knowledge is a room of books that most will never read.
There are pages unopened, wisdom lost between covers never turned.
And yet, there is something I know without reading, something that sings without sound, something that binds me beyond reason, beyond knowing.
You saved my life, I would never knowingly offend you.
When I loose myself, now I can only dream.
The silver cord I've broken,
Tell me—how do I come back?
With the upmost respect,
I endeavor to remain your obedient servant
James McLain
A gift to our country from France, she
stands majestically in New York Harbor,
an icon of freedom and this country.
Her importance is not new,
yet our nation remains in awe of her.
She exists because long ago
men desired to give liberty a name.
Lady Liberty is a stately, proud beauty.
Every inch of her symbolizes
some big or small freedom.
Did I say "small freedom"? Forgive me.
Her loose, flowing robe envelops us.
Each fold represents shelter.
Her torch bears no real flame,
yet, it warms my soul and lifts my spirits.
Her crown is mine--and yours.
Yes, we are royalty.
This date, precious as it is,
is not the equal of the one cradled in
her left hand—July 4, 1776.
A broken chain lies at her feet,
symbolizing the end of an era, as slavery
was no longer legal. The message “Give
me your tired, your poor . . .” is now at the
center of heated controversy.
We gaze upon her and know she
represents a land of certainties and
uncertainties; successes and failures;
laughter and tears; justice and injustice;
feast and famine; weakness and strength.
She is unique, as is the United States of America.
The Statue of Liberty arrived from France in crates.
The “Give me your tired . . . “ message is inscribed on a plaque in the museum at the Statue’s base.
On Oct. 28, 1886, the Statue of Liberty was officially dedicated during a ceremony presided over by President Grover Cleveland. The celebration also included something that would eventually become a New York City tradition of its own: its first ticker-tape parade.
August 20, 2018, entered in Brahn Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis of
Thee Contest
I’m from small town homes and rose bushes overgrown, with
Close-but-not-too-close-close-knit-crazies.
Where my best friend lives down the block and I make late night trips to her house past the town curfew, because I am from just inside the city limits.
Where I can’t drive underage in a non-road-legal vehicle on the road but I do it anyways.
From hydrangeas to big dead oaks with darkened limbs and forgotten branches. Unattended to hidden ponds with sand dunes keeping close company. Winding trails through the woven pines and golf cart rides through the night.
From two tracking at 2am, to popped tires riding on rims all the way home.
Bruised up and down and scratches I don’t know how I got.
I’m from sunday night football with crockpot cheesy potatoes
to rolling blackouts and chasing charter vans down flat onto our bottoms.
Muddy heels to get to the dance and paying seven dollars to watch my hometown football team lose.
I’m from where smoking our meat and video games in the garage is a party but we are the only company we need.
From corny jokes inside and out and witty humor, none taken. From where insulting one another is nothing but love and curfews are often a thing of the past.
Descending from lovejoys I am often filled with both love and joy,
I’m from oddballs and country folk yet we have evolved.
I’m from soccer games even when it’s raining. From no quitting all the way to you tried your best.
From high- highs and even lower lows.
I’m from the land of schnitzel, pickled beer, and pizza. From ‘go play outside’ and ‘walk it off.’ Nuts and bolts for christmas snacks to ‘honor thy mother and father.’ Sunday school lullabies and don’t use his name in vain, following all the common Godly precautions.
I’m from waking up early just to see the sunrise even though the trees are a war barricade from the burning fire you long to see. I’m from the fog that made my acres of yard an abyss that I can’t see through, even though I know what’s there.
I’m from family trips and a loving home, missing it when I’m gone and hating it when I’m there. I’m from supportive love and ‘can’t isn’t a word’. I’m from you can do anything if you work hard enough, and whether you think you can, or think you can’t, you’re right.
What Makes Me Smile 2 is complete
You submitted great work uplifting unique
Allow me time to get affairs in order ok
I’ll be sure to write you and communicate
There’s lots of decisions to be made
What font and size how big a page
I want you to know I appreciate
Your entry your patience and grace
You didn’t use AI and you persevered
Makes me smile and give a yellow cheer
You wrote from your heart meek and mild
A big part of what makes me smile
So I may need to soup mail each of you
Or even email to keep things smooth
There is a need to protect YOUR work
So that it’s not stolen by a jerk
I want to say with all my heart
I will protect your poetic art
As a collective work I’ll register it
You have the right to refuse this
If you do refuse I can’t publish so
For legal reasons please let me know
I will include my email in the notes
So you can contact me ok folks?
Give me some time to get organized
To format and spellcheck and dot I’s
What you are doing is worthy of prize
Your work will brighten a day a night
Thank you so very much
Voices In A Single Room
The vibrant weave of separate threads can strain the common loom,
As many voices rise to speak within a single room.
The promise of a shared future meets the weight of history,
Where differences in faith and law become a mystery.
A nation tries to build a bridge across a deep divide,
While keeping room for smaller worlds to flourish side by side.
The legal pages note the strain, the speeches track the cost,
To ensure that in the crowded whole, no single voice is lost.
It is a heavy, shifting ground where hope and friction meet,
A slow and complicated dance upon a diverse street.
A tapestry of many threads, a country rich and wide,
Where varied paths and distinct steps are walking side by side.
The crowded streets are full of life, a bright, unfolding scene,
Where flavors blend and rhythms clash, and colors intervene.
From different soils come fresher minds, with ways to re-arrange,
The static thoughts of older days and spark a creative change.
By living close, the walls break down, as quiet empathy grows,
To heal the spaces carved by fear and doubts that ignorance sows.
The hands that arrive to clear the gaps and build the moving gears,
Drive innovation through the engine room to carry us through the years.
Yet underneath the vibrant mix, the quiet frictions start,
When older truths and deeper roots pull common ground apart.
A worry speaks in muted tones: will what we share decay,
If separate worlds within one state just look the other way?
When systems fail to build the bridge, the quiet margins grow,
And leaving groups behind in dark means hidden hardships show.
A heavy, complicated balance, recorded in the state's command,
The struggles and the promises that shape a diverse land.
Used to be that a simple handshake would seal the deal,
And a feller's word was as sound as tempered steel!
Of his legal obligations a feller never needed remindin',
Since his handshake and his word was ever bindin'!
In olden days, corporations were built by the shake of a hand.
Simple trust and honesty once prevailed throughout the land.
Nowadays, a handshake is risky and could lead to litigation,
With legions of corporate lawyers seeking compensation!
Deals were struck with handshakes and a tot of whiskey.
In yesteryear, such alliances were considered much less risky.
Didn't need platoons of pesky attorneys prowlin' around,
With their reams of perplexin' contracts to confound!
Farmers didn't solicit advice from legal sources,
When sellin' crops, breedin' hogs or tradin' horses!
They'd never hire a lawyer with his jaundiced view,
When a simple handshake among his peers would do.
In days of yore, business could be conducted without peril,
With a handshake across the top of a whiskey barrel.
Now, hordes of lawyers wearin' Rolex watches and Gucci shoes,
Require reams of clauses to befuddle and confuse!
The option is depressing
Legal actions so arrested
the Mann
In the office was placed there by an all white caucus
Political ups and downs
Little children and small ghetto towns
the Mann
People have no word cuz you see the man make sure they're never heard
Oh, brother why do you cry
Mother there's no need to close your little brown eyes
Just because your sons and Vietnam
I'm sure he'll soon will you be back home
President Nixon will be soon to go to Russia
Little children beware or he'll bust you
What's the new deal I degrading McGovern repeals government seals
a man in the office
Was placed there I all white caucus
The Wallace shootings
Alabama's bruton's
the Mann
Just like the Kennedys Brothers and Dr King
All 4 of them, they had a dream
Just what am I trying to say
the Mann
Is in the black suit
He's passing bills so absolute
Congress that man make sure they're not hurt
the Mann
Shirley should decline on Muskie
He too is far behind
And Humphrey runs a close second
While mixing them McGovern run as close elected
the Mann
Who will be number one
Who will stop the war
And withdraw the guns
Nixon by November make a last withdrawal
We will be on a kind of Capitol Hill McGovern say marijuana's against the law
Wallace said busing when Weighing on his votes
And Shirley's running is a political joke
the Mann
Who will be number one
Who will stop the war and withdraw the guns crimes on the real the real thiefs
are real the Mann and other political bosses whose voice is back by guns it's the Mann trying to run to stop us
Edward Kennedy should he run I wonder
If even the lost the last of the Kennedys
Can't survive guns Thunder
And if you're really is my friend
--they were to run for president the world's coming to an end
the Man's in the office
Was placed there by an all-white caucus
the Mann
The option is depressing
Legal actions so arresting
the Mann
The offices was placed there by an all-white caucus
Run up and down little children
And small ghetto towns
The people have no word cuz you see the Mann
make sure
That they're not heard
7/21/74
Written word by James Edward Lee 1974, 2019
I am sorry, but there is outright denial,
About violation of law and national security
Regarding illegals crossing our border!
I have been to Central America
They are not just escaping crime there
They are responsible for bringing children miles
For other reasons and violating laws to get what they want!
I have done a lot of research in the past to do with this
There were clear, direct reports then, from border agents
It is not propaganda that criminals have illegally crossed,
The border into our country
It is not propaganda that gang members have illegally crossed,
The border into our country
Nor is it a lie that diseases were spread to Americans,
After transports from detention centers, that killed American children!
Also, the strong drugs being brought by illegals,
Have contributed to the drug crisis here!
We already have crime out of control here happening
And the issue of over-populated prisons
To ignore these things, is ignoring the law and safety of Americans!
To refuse to budge regarding National Security
With this invasion of thousands of illegals, is harming our country!
It is contributing to the Government shutdown every day!
I am not here writing this as a Trump supporter, because I wasn’t
I am writing as an American and I can clearly see what is happening,
From the backlash of prior policies and facts getting twisted now!
This is a serious issue that requires attention and compromise!
Americans Unite!
God Bless America!
Heidi Sands
1/17/19. *In addition, today 1/19/19, President Trump stated the true facts regarding the security risks from our border. He offered a reasonable solution to deal with all this. If it is rejected, continuing this Government shutdown, that will be very harmful to our country.
*Thank you to all those who came to our country through the correct legal process. I am sorry others do not.
It was half-sub-merged; as it were you
sea."
And some sort of process?
that seemed to
In-clude me.? Well wether i write-ed? or it just appeared.' People will read it have no
Fear..It will test their aptitude and
drown their senses..May be it'll flush out more whatever? And liquidate fences.? Words have that power.! I know not fully, the knot from
Whence it comes, yet it causes some tears
And anguish in a sum.' Or laughter? And
hilarity, fires emotions; causes commotions, it can describe truth fully or
Twisted, it can be.? It describes Abrahams
Actions, for ' he digged a well ' thats the text in front of me..A Bible verse thats lasted so long, a story etched in stone and songs, read so many billion times..The tounge
recites its prose and rhyme..I think
Of the fancy grammer beagles that stilt and censure..And create wots legal.? But
God don't care.' Bout sll the razz, and when they run out of words, and time there is more that He has.' He gets it writed.' Is whats the case.' And it will float
This ARK in many a space writed and worthy it proceeds along, while critics though many.' Are really
swans lost in their own songs.'