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Simon – the protagonist.
18 – year old kid who just graduated from high school.
Lives in middle class suburbia, no designated town, and an every-town sort of feel.
Lives with his mother, his older brother. (Father has recently passed away...a year ago)
Have a small number of friends, most of them through service groups.
Very active in community service, volunteers for church organizations.
Enthusiastically participates in highway clean-ups.
Loves helping old ladies to their cars with groceries.
Brings in stray pets from the street, he’s currently the unofficial caretaker of 7 dogs and 5
cats.
A steady “B” student in school, would be an A student if he didn’t spend so much time with
community service.
Doesn’t date at all, has almost no free time, although he does sometimes feel like he’s
missing out.
Drives a brown station wagon.
Has never put any type of hair product in his hair before, wears a T-shirt and blue jeans 80%
of the time, 20% he is in church wearing something nicer.
Earns most of his money during school at a part-time job at an old folk’s home, taking walks
with them, listening to their stories.
The kids at school have nicknamed him “Simon Theresa.”
He sometimes gets frustrated at other people, that they’re not doing enough for the
community.
In church when he was 13 he stood up and demanded more people donate money into the
basket being passed around.
He is sometimes too passionate about what he does.
He is not very athletic, or interested in playing sports, yet he is ridiculously good at table
games (ping-pong, air hockey, pool, etc.)
He has a hard time socializing with people his age, and fears he is too different from
everyone else.
He has always been the antithesis of his brother and father, who are very much the All-
American male: athletic, sports fans, cigar toting, car lovers, beer buddies, etc.
The only alcohol Simon consumes is the teaspoon mass.
Despite how opposite they are, he gets along fine with his brother, as their personalities
seem to compliment each other.
His father on other hand, he feels like he failed somehow, ever since his death, he never felt
he got his acceptance from him.
And I can't help him.
Hey world,
Living through the warfare unapologetically, fearless, and courageous
To never claim defeat during tough scenarios, situations, or circumstance
It was same trickery working through different person, place, or thing
Making small adjustments with the wisdom gained from each warfare game
This repetition have become very old and boring; same old his-tory
History was trying to repeat yet again for horrid imbalanced reason
I weathered each storm with attire from wisdom, heart, and soul
Bold decisions to be fearless, love, and create without shadow of a doubt
The dignity, integrity, morals, and truth I embody is naturally phenomenal
Sharing my truths, wisdom, love, peace and compassion will bring unity
Evolving at this present moment along with others that's ready for peace
Ready to feel the energy of the earth as it shifts for a better change
The world will never know the true beginning of human creation and why
Supernatural sources helped code truths that was hidden from humanity
Some were told life is just a physical experience, which seems hard to believe
Enough of religion governance, slave programs, and birthright thefts
Living on a planet that provides everything for the survival of humanity
Famine was part of the beginning of warfare, strife, and hostility for control
Disease, war, weather, polluting air, water, and soil are genocides tactics
The agendas has eliminated ancient wisdom of people, places and things
No need for overrated luxuries that roots hate, worry, fear, shame, and guilt
There's nothing wrong with being famous for the greater good of the world
Entertainment participates neglecting family and choosing money
Fortunes has the world displaying lack of morals, value, and self worth
Lets release all beliefs about every type of discrimination and come together
Innocence, joy, inner freedom, camaraderie, and honest community
Healthy relationships with US/WE in mind and not I/mine
OUR world, time to take it back; we have endured enough.
Energetic(spiritual) warfare is REAL.
I love you all, may peace be within you!
What If Destiny...
Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To...
Communicate (temporarily,
strictly and hypothetically)
merely allowing me to burble
essentially rendering, limiting,
and fixing me tubby nonverbal,
where frustration ensued -
inducing passivity, asper myself
shrugging shoulders in resignation
coon sitter ring thy fate
nsync with that of a gerbil?
Thus codifying, con
fining, and consigning
stricture to a sorry lot
perhaps finding me
envying fun
Gus of ergot,
which organism at least participates
in a pro active life cycle,
though one may say,
said organism doth rot.
Now...all Joe King aside,
an attempt will be made tried
though daunted to cogitate beside
Ritch ching deep inside
and remain on - ride
ding the straight and true
so please dont chide
restricting me to bide
with guise of seriousness,
when aye decide
did to complete on
par tragedy thalidomide
wrought, yet this poem, though belied
and bedeviled pondering
how Yukon not induce tongue re:
totally tubularly restrained,
sans tubby unable to talk
plus afflicted with autism,
hence guide
did through extreme effort
pretending, thus
to feign being denied
critical skill to chat
with a snap allied
(NOT with van knit tee),
but dead seriousness try
ying with futility hypothetically
impossible to imagine tubby
accursed without means to speak
compounded by autism,
an immeasurable frustration
must mount inside,
viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor,
nonetheless I cried
inside when the limp deceased body of
six year old
Maddox Ritch – already died,
drowned mainly supposedly,
when dashing ahead,
he didst play hide
with his father (Ian Ritch),
while the special needs child
(unknowingly) both spent
final hours together
bonding at Rankin
Lake Park in Gastonia
within North Carolina.
Dedicated to the first amendment..
Censorship. What we can see and hear.
Limited. Possibly to stop mass fear.
Or perhaps, censored so we adhere.
To the facts that remain unclear.
Some don't even know about it.
How our vision is clouded.
How some information is outed.
For own good? I doubt it.
Given the facts, we may pay attention.
Shifting their agenda, their elections.
So even the news goes through an inspection.
Leaving behind fragments of their own selection.
Censoring out discipline, for public disrespect.
Like when Chris rock thought he could speak about Jada's head.
A Censored broadcast aired in the U.S.
Guess we shouldn't teach our youth what should and shouldn't be said.
How about all the innuendos?
Kids shows.
Like cow and chickens episodes.
Little weenie, Tongue Sandwich, or Horn Envy.
Yet they censor out the 94th Academys?
Slapgate?
Standing up for family?
How about Callilou? I've never seen a kid so bad, have you?
Yet it made it through..
And watch by children age two.
Even Facebook participates.
Posts getting cut, wiping the slate
Misinformation? Or facts in which we can relate?
Wiped clean before there's even a debate.
So we have freedom of speech, that's not so free.
Censorship on what we hear and see.
Oh, let's talk about property.
What we pay for, you and me.
Do you think you own it? Well let's just see..
Bought a car lately?
Vehicle taxes must be paid yearly.
So we pay them to own property.
In the land of the free, idiocy!
Okay, but at least we are all treated equal.
Well here's a sequel?
Cannibis, in some states legal.
Yet cancer patients, in SC aren't equal people?
On and on, I could go on forever.
This country ain't getting any better.
Better be a light stepper, rule abiding treadder.
Not a collector.
A fact professor.
Better be a sheep, in the herd, giving in to the pressure.
Led to the slaughter, by our elected.
Americans free and protected?
A nation infected.
By choice.. Selected..
No voice.. defected.
How spectacular your crisp, cold colors,
Autumn dear, your bright & brilliant hues.
The fruition of success & failure, previous;
Culminated countenance of consequence.
Bold can be those leafy reflections from bud
To crown, the readiness to share the Fall.
It was your choice, Autumn dear, to steer
Toward perfection or depression, in trial.
Do you gather your bundle around your feet
Fretting and frenetic, leaves wet with despair, or
Do your colors gamble about like a wooly lamb,
Reminding the young of a rainbow’s halo?
Do you fear a latter season or let go your shapes
With holy anticipation, excitement at your fingertips?
Slow bustling of the wind, gentle shake of limbs;
Creative hustling, vivacity of freshness let loose.
Lovely your perspicacity and personality, sparkling
With a thick accent; nay, the dampening of dour
Spirits, fretting at losing your springiness, your green.
Wake up! Shake up your dreams! Youths love
Your rain, your jewel carpeting - they walk in
Your footsteps; enhance the next generation
Not with mildness, but with potential, using
Every bit of your wit and wile, your future hope.
Brighten those smiles with every shake of your head;
Even your baldness, crooked and ancient limbs.
Dear Autumn, you leave room for new sow & reap;
For coddled and courageous seed; newborn buds.
Autumn, less is more, more or less; nonsense
We don’t speak; no madness of spectral tongue.
Serendipity as pumpkins dance with flaming eyes,
As grand mas and pas blink back their yesteryears.
Three wholesome cheers for oaks, maples, even
Evergreens; for every tree that participates in life
And death on earth, rebirth, sentience, flirtation.
Live well, this latter season! Be tested! Thrive!
The earth rotates around itself in 24 hours
In nature's infinite diversity of
geometric trends,
rhythmic patterns,
movements and other form principles
Rounded edges, with warmth and softness
If Rubik's cube was round
Let everyone try to hold the world in their hands
An icon for logical thinking
Solve the puzzle
Smart, fun and extremely fascinating
No sharp edges
Comfortable to hold
“Euphoric feeling of freedom”
The form for the shape itself
Appearance does not matter
use humor and imagination
The game rolls and everyone participates
as sisters and brothers
07.01.2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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If the Rubik's cube was round Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
4th place in the contest
"I was walking in my sin in the past I was covered up to my knees in manure. it stunk but it didn't last God made the fragrance sweet aromatic. He challenged me to be all that I am. More than I am so synthetic and it accosted me.And it enabled me and Beyond my LIFE I see. How beautiful am I on my bended knees. With my hands raised high sweetly whole episode that I flow on my opinion needs I go to the place that I know. Where He talks to me and I know and I know, I KNOW
Fragrance is my grace my heart participates, yearning long desires of a love intimate Love With My Father now. Before I expire the joyous joys the pains I walk through in this new life here on top of the earth. Everything what it's worth it's okay, I am nourished. And I am more than I am..
I am more than just a man the Father is quaint HE'S great HE'S provider of all HIS Mercy HIS grace. . Is above any law I am up to my knees and grace.. Above my head and down to the sole of my feet. I am blessed. Heavenly I thrive I stand I am graced as long as I'm on my knees. Into the top of my knees to the top of my crown the bottom of my soul I am completely yours oh Lord. James Edward Lee Sr up to my knees of grace~
I am a good heart posture as I stay on my knee elevated speaking his grace comes on to me I am treasured I am his pleasure I am his son I am chosen and I stay talking to him on my knees speak LORD Speak. AMEN "
8/27/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Lets Have Fun
Oh how we enjoy a festival,
It is a time to celebrate, and it’s annual,
Oft at this time we are boastful,
It’s a special time to time to dazzle!
There’s no better time than at harvest,
Hopefully this year’s crop is the biggest,
Our attentive labors have been the dearest,
We can only pray the product is the fairest!
What’s a good festival without laughter?,
Lots of fun, fare and plenty of banter,
Fun for all, no time for anger,
Colorful signs on each and every banner!
Colors aplenty of hue, mostly red,
So much to see, nothing should be misread,
Take in everything, don’t be a pinhead,
Plays, mimes, games, and food, especially cornbread!
Lots of vegetables, breads, and even an orange,
The games offer all a challenge,
Most fun is the throwing of a sponge,
Make no hesitation go for the plunge!
Bright are the banners, many of yellow,
Some folks are enjoying the game of bunko,
Turkey legs are available, served flambeau,
The more one participates, the more they glow!
Best to see are all those wondrous costumes,
No doubt they were held for this day in cloakrooms,
One came also enjoy various scented perfumes,
Ah, what scents are sniffed from those plumes!
Last not least is heard the joyous music,
All melodious, some serious, some classic and some comic,
This day is one of happiness, it is a classic,
None to compare with, this day is epic!
Iced feathered snow-capped hilltops
Frozen flaken iced ever squalling over grounds and rocks
Cold cooling winds against the windows
This lady snow capes sub freezing beneath them
Craving eye the sleepy silent snow
escapes on plowed powder
Caring I heard the attic
frizzling smelly frozen showers
Jon snowy tree hovers over me
That weather wise weather wise
Via yet the sun blanks and upper skies
Nature calls sweater winter
Snows on falls from the sky
This is weird and
I wouldn't like having winter around
Here yet son blanks in upper
Partly covered by the winter clouds
Still cold breast breeze silences me
Hearing those wins Sub-Zero burching
Deep into the darkness consorting
Much as I marvel the pliable horror Frost
The sound of snow slip plowing sow English
Crashing together through
Which came gustin gusting rushing winds
I crave the snow
It is a storm that let's snow skate
I crave the stormless snowy storm
I crave the arctic avalanche
Avalanche alarming rate sparkling I crave
Those the frozen drops of dust
Rain to snow falls dew now participates
12/18/32
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Welcome to The S Laughter house
And lots of fun and games
Where everyone participates
To show that they are game
We’re well known as the funny place
Where beef, I mean cows go
Just get in line behind a friend
And please enjoy the show
We’ll unload your bags right away
So you can watch an act
And at the end when all’s wrapped up
You will be fully packed
See we’re so busy every day
It seems like a stampede
Of happy patrons, we will slay
Until becoming feed
What I really meant by that is
Until becoming freed
That’s the kind of laughs we get at
S Laughter House indeed
We also serve food all day long
Outside on the paddock
Which is beyond that dusty yard
Like that for prime livestock
We know our guests have a good time
Since they stay forever
Due to the fact we’re such cut ups
Which is our endeavor
Tell your family and your friends
Plus those that oink and bleat
For we’ll find plenty of room for
All those we like to meat