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Goosebumps and all
I lay
Under a bed of stars
Sparkling across the night sky like a diamond mine
Chinese Lanterns in the sky, hanging far from my reach
To guide me through the complexity of the darker night
The solitary moon and I Gaze at one another other
Parallel in nature, we hang back from the rest of the world
She, plagued by her cyclic nature,
And I, sickened by the cynicism that only a broken heart can bring
She pulls at the ocean, wishing for affection from the shore
And I, push away any attempt at sincerity
But she must fall as the day grows young,
And I must rise to the possibilities
My chest wall aches, as it fills with hope and the cold night air
This must be how a second chance at life, and inner peace must feel
Then the wind blows through the willow trees
The crickets move their bows together in symphony.
They made an overture, for the performance of only one
This is my song,
my new harmony
Form:
*QUOTES MISGUIDED SCHEMES
Crypt overture of pulsate streams;
Vocalized quotes misguided schemes;
Relentless, protested passions fruits;
Disabled absolutes mentions groups;
Dilly-Tally atop the hoses saddle;
Strip and stratal above camel’s hump;
Smoking, inhaling mystical clouds bong;
The kiss, the breath, the life of God in battle:
Pacing/placing hells choice fires/smoke lump;
Now the vessels growing cancer ratter;
Yon choice matters, now setters;
Crypt overture of pulsate streams;
Vocalized quotes misguided schemes;
Relentless, protested passions fruits;
Disabled absolutes mention groups;
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Law Writing in Time
The Consequence of business interaction and government without consequences is all ways of being in discussion without terms.
Lined accounts and records differ in possibilities as possession. Yet movement and momentum will not cross nor intersect. This function of non overlapped life embodies trial.
As physics observed outside of time, body a, b, c, and further, space conceals vast amounts of matter.
Matter without volume has constraint, x.
Matter in volume has derivative(s).
The interaction of both fixes cannot comingle.
As a thought a parameter may be experienced while another matter is finite.
Seeing account outside of parameter from fixed account and record travelling in time, velocity is observation of law broken.
Objective journal is duty of space in filled report
Seeing account outside of parameter from fixed
account and record travelling in time, velocity is
observation of law broken.
Objective journal is duty of space in filled report
Initiation of free speech from coordinate of non
poverty is broken law
Justice is blind
The blind repeal is a closed file of argument in
finite language as origin of law
No defense of law exists
Liberty prevails
Overture 1 of Physics
Poverty Reference
Peace Time Rank of Geneva Award
Without Honor, A Cap Is Raised
Conclusive Evidence
Has been recorded beneath Geneva
As Democracy has faltered in hands
natural to remain civilized.
Thank you!
For contacting the International Committee of the Red Cross.
We will respond to your message as soon as possible
To A Spring Virginia Morning.
As the quiet dew
Wet blades of grass grew,
Hungry rays of sunlight
Slowly consumed
The last morsels of darkness;
Faint echoes of the symphony
Of frogs and crickets waned in the
Distance. The staccato overture
Of chirping, red breasted cardinals
Announced the arrival
Of the synchronized dawn;
Leaves of ancient trees attested
Nature’s physical rainbow
Quantum leaping her celestial spectrum
To supreme expressions: Exploding colors
Canvassing the terrestrial plane;
True to symbiotic rhythms, all creation coalesced:
Indeed, the spring Virginia morning is for lovers.
He cries in grief at the funeral, he's just lost his best friend.
He passed away so quickly, but had been loyal to the end.
Observers remarked, he's not a real man, look how he cries.
But, what do you expect a man to do, when a loved one dies.
She's beautiful to the extreme, in countenance and form,
A real temptress, in every way, a star was born.
She makes an overture to him with a knowing smile,
He turns her down, says he's been happily married for a while.
She says listen here honey, a real man can't say no to me!
He says a real man understands the meaning of true loyalty.
He works hard every day, does his best to support his family,
After work some say hey, let's go drinking, have a real party!
He says no thanks, I should really be going back home,
I don't like to leave my wife and kids there all alone.
They said you're joking right, a real man does what he wants to.
He says that's not really the loving thing to do.
His neighbor says come on over, watch the game, in my man cave,
He says sorry, I promised the kids we would go out and play.
Neighbor retorts you're so boring, a real man has all the toys,
He says no, a real man grows up, leaves behind the traits of a boy.
On the highway going home, by mistake he cuts someone off,
The other driver is furious, yelling insults, and horrible stuff.
It continues for miles till they're both stuck at a red light,
The other driver get's out and tries to provoke him to fight,
Says get out of the car, chicken, a real man knows how to fight back
His mild manner turns away rage, self-control is his counter attack.
If your father never taught you, what a real man should know,
It gets so obvious as the years pass, it really starts to show.
All is not lost, just grow up, and assume your responsibility,
Then you will understand what it means to be truly happy.
John Derek Hamilton November 1,2015
I like when music and nature blend in an unbroken rhapsody,
with waves crashing in my mind,
and graceful notes of a piano drifting in the lush forest.
oh, the twittering, chirping of birds mingling with a gentle flute,
the whisper of the wind entangled with violins that quiver,
and I am floating in the throbbing overture of music,
and nature . . .
I like-
when music and nature b l e n d
in an unbroken rhapsody
with waves c r a s h I n g in my mind
and graceful notes of a piano drifting
In the LUSH forest
oh the t w I t t e r I n g
c h i r p I n g of birds mingling with
a gentle flute . . .
the gentle whisper of the wind
entangled
with violins that q u I v e r
and I am floating
in the throbbing overture of
MUSIC and n a t u r e
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October 9, 2016
Poetry/Verse/"Unbroken Rhapsody"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-838-746-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Some cold forge words to make metal musings,
hammering, stammering then scribblings.
Pounding prose, forming phrases in viscous verse,
many manner of makers, none for the worse.
Some lift language right from the curb,
well-slung slang meant not to disturb.
Writers sling collected cliches on their backs,
kept rhymes for later times tucked in their sacks.
Some grand gaggles group in an overture -
symphonic notes capture the rapture.
Songs strung with wind, lilting lines of wit,
warm woods, sound shards sung from the poet's pit.
Some syllables strewn along paths in rows,
spent images cast aside where wisdom grows.
In ruffled rubble a glean glints in tones -
missed stars settled amidst sparkling stones.
3/24/2020
A tale of love and longing from the Kingdom Macedon;
A simple Maid with aching heart who seeks her gentleman;
Her glazed eyes searched Olympus high where Zeus regaled his seat;
To Grecian Gods she offered prayers to make her life replete.
"Oh mighty Zeus! Sweet Aphrodite! Brave Eros I beseech!
Forlorn I am, my pining spirit knows what I most seek;
I am but modest in my ways, no beauty bright like stars;
But I can love and care most deep and would devote my heart"
Whilst flowing free, light Hermes caught this Maiden's overture;
He grasped each word, did pirouette, he was in full rapture;
For he would have some fun this day to wile away dull hours,
For mischief may those Gods enjoy who wield unsettling powers.
In Aphrodite's guise he spoke to charm this innocent;
With promise of a fulfilled life a perfect partner sent;
To Zeus' temple should she go and lay open her claim;
To grace his realm she too must bring a sweet eternal flame.
Full in despair the Maiden cried to hear the task set forth;
How should one such as she achieve what gives a God true worth;
Again, she lifted pleading eyes towards Olympus high;
"Please send me one to aid me in this task or I should die"
Prometheus heard this cry of pain was moved by human plight;
He ventured to the maid and showed himself to her respite;
"My child, your heart is full of pain I would to offer balm;
How can O mighty Prometheus ensure you against harm?"
The Maid explained in meekly tones how Aphrodite came hence;
On hearing how she suffered so she offered assistance;
The Maid could scarcely fathom how the Gods could set a feat;
That they themselves would have a challenge also to complete.
"Fear not for I do know your heart which is of purest gold;
A God at play did visit this day your sweet, modest abode;
He played the part of Aphrodite to wit and wile his muse;
But I am true and faithful and will help to spoil his ruse.
The eternal flame you seek burns now in Hestia's realm;
Guarded day and night by the dragon king O Eroldelm;
A fierce and loyal servant who the Gods may scarce defeat;
As godly powers fain effect against a godly beast.
Our spirits full of honesty and purity we'll take;
And go to him with open hearts and there a bargain make;
Eroldelm has one weakness known to all the Grecian Gods;
A Maiden of the purest heart will sate his fiery wrath"
Mystic matters,
Don't drink the waters;
Polluted in poisons;
Covered in moisture;
From the overt,
Dirty cemented oceans;
Polluted in passions;
Raping the dry lands;
Covered with mittens;
Closed fisted, screams and yells,
Yet no one hears nor listens;
Hush! quiet you're 2 loud ;
Overture, over140 decibels;
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Caustic highs,
Don't eat the dandelions suns;
May be enough just for heart burn;
Open letters un word;
From overture,
Clean linen washed in mud
Polluted in passions;
Raping the dry lands;
Covered with mittens;
Closed fisted, screams and yells;
No one sees the metaphors;
Leading against the doors;
```All things matters!
4/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
1st Poem written @ Omaha's Central Library @ 1:00PM
7205 Dodge St
Omaha, Ne 68114
Grand Opening
April 19 2026
OPENING scene, A brush of a chill signalled the start of this overture
each plant howling for attention through the hue of its leaves
warming, inviting, seducing us with this libretto
The change was AN infection OF the air
as the heat was slowly enveloped by Mother Earth
only to leave the deep, gradual smell of mossy-manure
and the predictable
The applause of this Opera was fading in snow
as the chirp of these birds became chitter and peep
An Aria of the night that faded with the rising of the dawn,
much to signal these skating changes
Ode to our protagonist, Jack Frost!
Who has conquered the beast yet coward under the settling freeze
To slay but now to sorrow was the tenor of this scene
FINALE, these Days crept-on in silent undertones,
the rivers preparing to hibernate
From the subtle flirting snowflakes,
to the clear and chill of crystals
So too, the blizzard awaits
in eager JAWS, agape.
2016/08/26