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I watch a sunset
that I'd love to share
and nobody sees it but me
I'm scratching my head
in utter amazement
that nobody cares much to see
Things to accomplish
things to get done
a million things every day
And all of these things
have one thing in common
they manage to get in the way
"In the way of what?"
as you may well ask
"I'm doing my best to get by."
And oh, what a shame
so sad and so true
we squander our lives 'til we die
And doing their best
devoid of expression
their faces are empty and bleak
So busy, so dizzy
en masse, repetition
robotically, chronically weak
And what are they doing?
Yes, why such devotion
to this seemingly endless malaise?
They're taking a rain check
and storing up treasures
and longing for much brighter days
No time for a sunset
no walks in the park
no place for a soft ocean breeze
They march on in madness
a dutiful army
en route to their chosen disease
Satan liar get out of here
Out my surrounding, stop talkin to ME
God loves us truly, loves ME
Yours it’s of doubt, my Father Has promises
Yours’s is of worry, My Father Has peace affirmations
Yours of anxiety my Father’s calm and rests instills
In times of crisis
God’s got me while I am awaken or asleep I’m in praise
And dances
March On
I am a soldier
As I march on
March On
I am standing ever so strong as I
March On, March On
Git off
Step off Satan
No more lies
Only “truths” here
You don’t matter, you’re already defeated
I am a soldier
As I march on
March On
I am standing ever so strong as I
March On, March On
My eyes, my soul, my heart, are all on (belong) to my Lord, Jesus Christ
Standing on Holy Grounds
Not making a sound
All I’m doing here bear footed
Marching on in the Army of God
I ain’t got no fearful heart
Cause it’s in whom God I trust
And Jesus never, ever gonna leave me
I’m in His army now
Hallelujah
I’m marching on March on anyhow
I ain’t got no fearful heart
I’m in the Army of God
And I’m gonna March, March on
8/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
MAngo Mellow Madness
M's
1.
Mango Mellow Madness
Mapping Meandering meaningless memories
of Malice with Mirthful mourning
What messy Magma monstrosities
Best to murder them
Hmphf ( angrily)
2.
Mango Mango Madness
Magnifera indica
Slippery, stinging magnificence
My Mellow Mango Madness numbing
Does excite
Mmmmm ( excited)
3.
Mellow Mango Madness
A Masquerading Marquis,
the Marzipan Master
In a Matrimonial matrix merry-go-round
Mimics Metamorphosis at the metro station,
Metronome minimalism keeps time,
As the Marquis miracle Moth murmurs
March on, March on
Hmmmm??? ( Questioning)
4.
Mango Mellow Madness
A miniature manicured maiden butterfly
With her maroon mandolin
Sits under a Macadamia tree
Eating her manicotti and meatloaf
She is a misplaced misunderstood Minkish Monarch
Moonstruck by Manfred the Moth (who, likes to murmur March on, March on)
He sports a Mugshot mullet, and eats Mozzarella Manicotti and Mutton pie
He has never noticed the Minkish Monarch
Mascara tears run down her mouth
Mmm ( crying)
5.
Mango Mellow Madness
A Mystic Masterminds Melodious Mantra
Such a Meaningful Mind-bending mindset
metaphysicality milestones
Mild stone marker
Don’t Move
OOOOMMMMMM!!
"Know your value. Confidence breeds success. Act like the person you want to become, and people will start seeing you as that person." Mark M. Ford
My confidence* is anchored upon the source of my value
He’s my breath giver as well as my triumph-brace…
Thus, I’m victorious, achieving functionally
For His honour, glory and favour.
I am what I am because of God Almighty and His grace
He defines my being while shaping my becoming…
Thus, I’m verily confident with His presence
Secured forever from eternal failure.
Since my Lord strengthens my faith that looks steadfastly unto Him
Toward faithful diligent service I march on midst trials…
Thus, confidently, I tread on as an overcomer
Doing well in His entrusted ministry.
Clinging to the Saviour while glowing by His goodness' radiance
I do seek Him first, His kingdom and His righteousness…
Thus, my heart esteems Him dearly with confidence
To direct my steps by His enlightening Word.
Toward vibrant reaching-out success, my great Guide leads me
His precepts illumine me for sanctified holiness’ walk…
Thus, I am confident that by His mercy and might
My life exemplifies His blessed handiwork.
*Proverbs 3:26 For the LORD shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken.
April 27, 2024
2nd place, "Confidence, Clean Air, Confluence, Clash of Civilizations" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 5/4/2024
Plan A:
Build the wall high; build it strong and thick.
Made of the strongest mortar and brick.
But leave the door open.
To vent evil out and keep goodness in.
I think the real problem exists.
With the Mexican government.
For hundreds of years, abusing its citizens.
I say march on Mexico City by the millions.
Wave freedom banners, Sierra Nevada high.
To take back your country-clean out the Stys.
Fight for your children - fight for your rights.
Prosperity and self-worth are on the golden horizon.
If that doesn't work, there is a plan B.
Tear down the wall; let everyone be.
No matter their background, no matter their intent.
Everyone deserves a third or fourth chance.
Let them in -Let them in - let them in.
As a matter of fact, tear down every wall.
Mingle cultures and races, we may just have a ball.
Or it might turn into history's biggest damn brawl.
Graceful and honest ideas drip down,
Drowned in bohemian glass,
Soothing our curse of mental despair,
Repairing the thoughts that we ask,
Behind these masks we all wear as one,
Confronting unknown days ahead,
These masks for others around us to see,
Freeing the guilt that is spread,
And just like a tattoo of smile and frown,
Found in the theatre inside,
We march on and on to the end of our road,
Sold to what we are supplied,
Still, are we one thought owned by the many,
One thought that’s been written in stone,
Or are we a thought unique by design,
A wine that’s sipped all alone.
an angel stands under a lonely pine
showing the way to the lost souls
the ones
who innocently answered the king’s call
and now
flags fly half mast
for those that no-more stand
buried in some far off
foreign land
the pipes call out to the brave
and the angel tells us
never to forget
and
that her spirit lives in so many souls
the black
the young
and inside
the bold
we must never forget our fathers of old
and of their stories they made
and then told
stories of mateship
amongst the bold
mateship that was
never lost
never sold
so now we all step as one
together side by side
together the strong
the young
and
the old
metal gleaming
worn with
so much
pride
while skywards heads
are held
held up high
hope sparkle inside youthful eyes
that today’s leaders will never ask them
to also
make this ultimate
sacrifice
or that history books never
show them as a generation
that was bought
and sold
so we sing the lament of grace
telling us of the will of the brave
of honor
courage
and the ultimate sacrifice
catch phrases
and words used
on this cloudy
Autumn day
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**The above is written about a march on ANZAC day, ANZAC day is a day of reflection to those that gave the ultimate sacrifice in war. It`s a day that is best known to Australian`s and New Zealander`s.
They fell by the way...
The old
The sick
The famished
Discarded heaps of humanity.
They jumped to their deaths...
The beautiful
The young
The desirable
Preferring to die than be ravaged.
They marched on....
During the day
During the night
With no destiny in sight
Endlessly enduring...
The insults
The beatings
The rapes
The stench of death.
They bowed their heads...
Their blood soaked the ground
Their screams muffled
Their anguish stifled
Their hearts torn
Their hopes murdered.
They still march on...
Through the wilderness
Of our seared consciences
Ever searching
for a final resting place.
Their blood stll cries out...
For justice
For acknowledgement
For restoration
For healing.
The Armenian Genocide
Will NOT be forgotten...
By all Armenians
By me
By God!
Longing in lowly light of longer days
by which a summer wilts paternal dreams
and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring:
the budding void that stamps an empty swing
seen swaying golden locks ungated beams
my own Begotten streamed in greener dawn
where fussy forums for an April fawn
allay no muttered march on mother’s May.
Persistent blades unsheathe the sprawling grass
beneath the blue release of silver dew -
an inch overgrown, as inch shrouded cool
billows: arisen reeds from dizzied drool
showing flashes of reincarnation
cured by the rose (or purple carnation)
4/4/17
Protestors are in the streets, blocking traffic even causing death.
They vandalize cars, ignite fires with continual crimes and assault police.
The president speaks to them now, tells them - do not remain silent!
We watch a clear act of empowering these actions right before us,
Instead of condemning this lawlessness and anarchy.
This is not speaking for the law abiding victims of these riots.
It is giving the message to protestors in the streets - continue.
Do not remain silent?
This is not about freedom of speech being stopped.
This is not about peaceful assembly to continue.
This is about the destruction of property, businesses,
Violence in our streets and lives lost in the process
With a president who thinks they should ‘march on’.
Heidi Sands