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Misery...,,
Things I don't understand
Have live for a while now as an individual and I wonder about things that happen around me.
People go, people come
Some YOU remember...
Some you pray to forget
Yet I wonder if life will always and forever be a stage
Where you come, perform and go
Yet the difference is in a stage there is judgement after your performance
Have heard when people say there is judgement yet life keep going in circles
I wait for it to come but am not getting any younger
I believe in not just this world but another which I don't know about.
I believe in a world after death but I never see anyone come back to tell me where this world is.
It's a misery which I can't unfold
Yet I believe in incarnation.
Am I just a living being?
Do people with special abilities like in the movie exist?
Things I keep asking myself.
WRITE BY A FRIEND
OF MINE FROM THE GHETTO
CHIKA
Circling plane's writing trail's upon the sky
Traverse the morning star
As they pass over the dawning horizon
While loved ones feign waving
With car park tokens
Stare blankly at the exit barriers
That tell the journey and motorways home
Without said loved one
Are quiet bereft of joy
Because it's hard to say goodbye
And the tear's don't recede
Because what the heart wants
Is to be together
But lie continents apart
Reduced to holidays
To far apart
Our bond grow stronger
And we are not getting any younger
Time is our enemy and the wrinkles tell
Our memories are fading like photographs
Don't stop thinking about tomorrow
We will always have our past
But until we meet again
I keep you forevermore in my heart
Like a message in a bottle
Looking for a place to beach
Waiting for our day in the sun to come
And it will
And no boat nor plane
Will separate us ever again
Close your eyes and count to 10
See you then
8/26/16
It's not always easy to hit the mark with what you'd like to orchestrate
Certain materials beginning to corrugate
Meanwhile not everything is able to correlate
How can I believe?
If it's something I haven't seen?
Across the lands and seas
People having jamborees
Near and far from areas with Chimpanzees
Past expiration date foods and liquids will eventually turn bad
Anywhere across the Earth lands
If you work hard enough, and make mistakes then you just may experience things first hand
But never let that stop you from trying to learn as much you can
Trends come and go
Tread carefully and with dexterity around any undertow
Realize we're not getting any younger so
Might as well let your true colors show
By: Dalton Ogletree
M y heart is joyfully raised to Thee, Oh Lord I implore
Y our loving guidance and grace for what’s in my heart’s core
T his year, I promise to renew my vow to Thee
W hatever I do, I’ll always do my best in Your glory
E arnestly, I’ll perform all my duties at work
N ever leave my side, Lord--grant me strength and good health
T o be patient at all times in my journey with many children
Y our image and great love be seen in me and in my talents
T his year, I’ll give more time to take care of myself
W atch the foods I eat, drinks and take time to rest
E very weekend, I’ll go for massage, join recreations
N ever give up my exercises like aerobics or sports
T ake time to swim at nearby swimming pools
Y es! I’ll also do gardening. That’s fun and cool!
T his year, I want deeper spiritual encounter with God
H ave lots of time for prayers and singing hymns-- I’ll be glad
R enew my baptism through recollections and consecration
E mpower my spiritual life through constant adoration
E nrich discipleship through charity, spread God’s words.
R emind myself always that I’m not getting any younger
E stablish better time management to accomplish faster
S ave list of events, take notes and reminders
O ptimism should always be carried on my shoulders
L earn to control my expenses, save for my future
U rgent needs and charity are priorities and no more
T each my children how to recycle, reuse and reduce
I nstill in their mind, the value of saving earth, not abuse
O ne of my educator’s program this year is a mission
N ew campaign of saving Mother Earth for next generations
S o help me God that I’ll abide in all my New Year’s resolutions.
Dec. 31,2022 9.39am
Resolutions for 2023
Contest Judged: 1/5/2023 12:09:00 AM
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Place 3 (up to 5 multi-w)
My warmest greetings of a Healthy, Happy and Prosperous New Year 2023 to all! God bless!
Rivers
There's a river of emotion
that flows into the sea.
And a river of devotion
that's pouring out of me.
Like sunshine breaking through the clouds
in the middle of a storm.
I'm coming, yes I'm coming.
In my love I'll keep you warm.
Like food is to a starving man
who's not getting any younger.
I'll fill you up and give you hope
and drive away your hunger.
Like a tiny boat that's lost at sea
no help for them in sight.
I'll reach for you I'll reach right through
the darkest lonely night.
Like a singer on an empty stage
the crowd has come and gone.
I'm standing still, I always will
and I will cheer you on.
Though multitudes might gather
and shout and curse your name.
It is I whose love won't die
I'll love you just the same.
Edwin C Hofert
White man in the jungle;
Inner city ghetto Harlem;
Gramps getting old;
I was just a main streamer;
None of this makes any sense;
He’s not getting any younger walkin round town;
Ghetto town trin to be bad real hip now yah!!
I am out in the bars liquor joints pool halls, all my life;
Hustling stealing begN all my life;
None of this makes any sense;
Beggin from my mama and them
Beggin from my daddy bro I’m sadly
Running a red light pigs see me;
Just their delight more police brutality;
None of this makes any sense;
Now scared need to git out of here;
People all gathering in the streets;
Prostitutes and Pimps calling each other sweet;
People united maybe together
None of this makes any sense;
United maybe gathering on the roads;
Little dogs getting run over;
Surrounding the area none of this makes no sense;
Cut the baloney
Mass Harmony
Black man in rich man’s heaven no gasoline to put in our cars;
Ma just turned ninety-seven there’s a shortage on liquids water and Kool-Aid;
There’s no alcohol, beverages for bars;
Talking to myself I’m in such a mess a hell mess;
None of this makes any sense;
Nowhere to have I felt blessed
In and out old rest homes sanitariums institutions
I’m her son, still in and out bars, pool halls dealN drugs this ain’t no life;
People gathering in the street;
None of this makes any sense;
A little boy gets run over;
Gang violent surrounding the area;
People all together for one common cause my brother;
Come on sing with me people voice your views;
Change your mindset and your tools;
None of this makes any sense;
Follow the right directions based on falsities not truths, What?
Come on brothers and sisters sing sweet harmony;
Area none of this makes no sense;
Cut the baloney
Mass Harmony
7/15/74
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1974, 2019
8/28/17
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One day
I may
Leave impressions
Questions
About simple things and other dimensions
With different facial expressions
Paying attention
In all directions
With good intentions
Learning lessons
Because there could be no exceptions
Before it all goes down the gutter
And I go under
Still full of wonder
So much to discover
Among seas and lumber
During rain and thunder
Can't remain in slumber
Not getting any younger
No good in being dumber
Occasionally had one too many lagers
And thought why bother?
Mind beginning to wander
Often I ponder
Near here and over yonder
Working to prosper
With a lot to offer
Including, reliability and honor
Not getting richer
By being bitter
And a quitter
Got to deliver
On any side of the river
With much to consider
Before I wither
Once upon a mountaintop a she-monster named Mazy
was searching for a man.
She wanted a young, honest alien man. Not a nutty old
tooth-jagged Monster like Bill or Dan.
We were horrified. Inner-galaxy dating was ridiculous.
It did not work, and was crazy.
Bill and Dan had already trained lots of wives,
and if anyone needed wife-training, it was Mazy.
She was an odd duck, always reading a book,
studying biographies, and learning crazy new things.
No Monster Man wants a smart wife; they all want an un-learned one
Who will let them be overbearing kings.
They want to be able to order them up and down, here and there,
Women who are non-subversively.
They want women who will submit to their will,
Think they are smart, and revere them unmercifully.
Mazy had been terribly spoiled. She had been allowed to paint,
and laugh, and sing, or hug a tree.
Worst of all, she was reading Encyclopedias, was working on her Teacher Training PhD.
All she should be taught to do is clean the cave out for her husband and bring his dinner on time,
This other junk, she would never use was an absolute total waste of energy sublime.
Mazy at 23 was not getting any younger -way too happy and pretty for her own “good”.
“She is certifiable,” the jealous ones said. “She will die a horrible death, alone, as a spinster should.
She was holding out for an alien man she had danced with on Venus in many of her terrific dreams.
He came down in his spaceship on a Thursday, and
Whisked Mazy away to where her visions had always dream-seen.
Leaving earth planet, some of us heard Alien Zeke tell her, “You may learn as much as you want now.”
What insane sorcery is this? That is crazy talk, right? We petitioned her to come back and bow.
We wanted her to choose Monster Bill or Dan and stop learning a new language every single week.
But for some odd reason, she stayed away, in the arms of her progressive alien man named Zeke.
Written Jan 25, 2019 Contest: A Fairy Tale For Children
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Lost was I amidst the Scottish highlands
The evening sky was blushing heaven-kissed
Hilltops pierced the dusky fog like islands
As soft a horse came swimming thru the mist
Pausing to consider its intentions
I stood there hypnotized and still as death
Thus its beauty quelled my apprehensions
And naught there was but magic in its breath
Like the grand Bucephalus he gestured
Nodding with his head for me to follow
With the trails deep in the brume and vestured
Held no greater hopes until the morrow
Building in my gut were pangs of hunger
Outside the hopes of finding further aid
Sixty and not getting any younger
My future hinged on choices to be made
Little left to lose I started hiking
Just steps behind the stallion as he led
Even in the dark his hide was striking
His color white as sheets and purely bred
On we walked for miles through the night, dim
Until I spied some farm lights further on
Stopping to remember him and thank him
But searching through the darkness ... he was gone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Some Paradise Where Horses Go" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Eight Words Challenge - 24 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Judge & Sponsor.
( Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com, no cliche's, via cliche' tool at PoetrySoup.com )
this is the year
i make my dreams
become reality
i want to make my health priority
though the reasons may sound cliché
indeed, we're not getting any younger
who knows what's in store tomorrow
we can't take our health for granted
yes, we're as youthful as we feel
let's muster what energy we've got
get out there and enjoy life to its fullest
how you ask? i'll eat well
spend time outdoors
exercise and be kind
maintain a positive outlook
expect the best out of myself
stretch my goals
reach for my dreams
and above all ~
stop tolerating
negative energy
within a hundred
miles of me !
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025