Long Pascal Poems
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To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---
After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw,
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore.
9:14 PM
9-2-2024
Someone tells you change not because you are not good
But because you do not act the way they think you should
Neither is it because they don’t think you’re not bad
It is just a reaction when they are either mad or sad
A special person in your life ask you to make some change
However uniqueness allows someone to remain the same
You are special, in your own right, just the way you are
Singing out of tune and rhythm while driving in your car
Change however may not be bad in the pursuit of perfection
Sadly that journey isn’t easy and takes much introspection
What are the things you desire, and where do you want to be
Will these things make you truly happy, or only temporarily
Are these things that you can’t live without in the long run
Or temptations of the flesh, that only provide a quick fun
One asks, what does it matter only the test of time will tell
Should I place a Pascal wager to avoid what they call hell
The very thought of that seems a vain attempt at very best
However when the time comes will I did my very own test
Change, Aristotle, said was the only thing that doesn’t change
Clever word circles like these though do very little to explain
Indeed his idea was much more complex than I’ve stated
But, then again most people would say that he’s outdated
To change definitely one of the most difficult things to do
It something that you must really desire, this much is true
By Wayland Bunch 2/14/2013
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
Lead me towards
your light like the
three wise me of old
oh famous STAR.
Make me a grand
gladiator in your
sacrid arena,tasting
ultimate victory oh
GULDER.
Tune my ears to your
alluring melody, great
HARP of ancient
singers.
Lead me to the path
where my diva lie
still,awating my
reviving touch,am at
your servitude dear
EVA WINE.
Lure me away sir MAC
DOWEL. To your
hidden shrine lord
MISEUR PASCAL.
Spin my head, and
sway my feet,down
your liquor
path,follows i in full
pace,the grand SPINOF
ICE.
Extend my greeting to
your brothers,tell
them about my battle
with the DRY GIN.
And my chronicles at
the great temple of
DEROK.
My dance with the
LEGEND and miss
CALIPSO don't fail to
mention.
I tried my devoted
BEST,revived by the
almighty BULLET, defy
the RED LABEL but
falls under the giddy
claws of ANDRE.
In sacrid servitude to
alcohol birth forth this
lines.
Deep into the darkness okay
I heard a blessing dandy okaying
Holy holy said I think of m o s q u e. away
I awoke and flung away the kindness
Obeying once upon a midnight
Saintly holy holy glorious I rejoice
I yes holy holy once I set engaged
Inhaling by the grave I saw a man
Yelling his claim was I am the All I am
And so I screamed
Is that an angel or Christ instead I had covered
I muttered holy glorious I rejoice I yes holy holy
My Worship I could not awaken
And the Hallelujah never missing that respondorial Jerusalem
That responsoria Jerusalem once I said engaged inhaling
The distinguished Divine decline the amens
Brought such sorrow
And holy holy glorious
I rejoice I yes holy holy final points
Fell I Fall and struck to our hearts
That decent decent hummings sings
The choir in r&B I crave
The heavenly hollowed hello
Where is the Halo much are this I marveled
The spiritual doxology the sacred sobbing
Crying holy glorious
I rejoice I yes holy holy and utter basis for singing shouting
Hallelujah higher highest praise take yon pascal lamb
From out of my heartlings
I threw my exhortations upon the floor
Raised that moment my soul grew t i n c t u r e d
Praise raised fingers Holy Glory I rejoice I say yes
Holy Holy push said away deep
And into the darkness sticking in there
Stepped a non-religious person the plain chant
Don't go non-religious says the sinners the saints and the atheists
Holy glorious I rejoice I yes holy holy
11/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Sandwiches perched on plate, remote control in one hand,
he settles heavily on comfy couch as the TV goes alive.
A sweet and sexy voice cuts in the heavy atmosphere;
“Weather forecast: Now we move to the tropical depression….”
He’s alert; eyes are held by slim fit skirt and moulding top.
“…menacing our island. This is the zone of low pressure…”
With extraordinary care, he arranges the plate on the table and tries to listen.
But eyes are riveted to the waves of graceful movement as she stretches her arm and walks on needle sharp heels to indicate some drawings on the map. He flinches.
Her words fall on buzzing ears “...atmospheric pressure tends to intensify…”
The pressure in the living room is intensifying as she goes on
with a killing smile, as if it is the greatest joy of the world for her to declare
“…from 1007 to 1004 hectopascal, in the next 24 hours….”
“What’s that?... What pascal??....” he is irritated.
“Oh! Why does it have to be young women like her doing this?”
“…which will be sustained with gust of wind of 60 to 61 kms per hour…” she goes on facing the camera boldly.
Her blouse is too tight on her breasts…
He swears in an attempt to diminish her power over him and scoffs her knowledge…
His ego is shaken and a voice inside his head warns
“Fool...Learn some more on atmospheric pressure to understand weather forecast!”
Still, her coy smiles are suffocating, he sweats and eyes her hungrily.
Feverish eyes search for her name at the bottom of the screen.
Not bad….he gives a devilish grin: She is the next!
20 Aug 2017
"Is it a girl? I think it's a girl!!...Doc?"
Flowers form'd blooms from sunny Easter skies
Let's call her Sophia Pascal Peacock
Our first baby born with baby blue eyes
You were two, I'd brag..."See what I'm seeing?"
Sighing, your mother would cringe and quiver
"Look! We've made the perfect human being,
She got all the best things we could give her!"
Wisdom, passion, love flows from your spirit
So alive with drive, caring and kind too
Accepting defeat? No, you won't hear it
So...you know...we can't be more proud of you
Birth day, we pray'd, thank'd God that He brought her
Now sweet sixteen, my beautiful daughter
The scent of Easter lilies is everywhere
representing new life, new hope
As we honor the resurrection of our Lord
through a celebration of memorial love,
we feel renewed and ready to meet a new year
full of peaceful living;
From the brazier comes a new and blessed fire
and as we light the pascal candle as a sign of hope
we overcome the darkness of the tomb
and enter a time of great knowledge
For we know He is the alpha and omega,
the beginning and the end,
A grain of bread in a broken world, full of hunger
The scent of Easter lilies reminds us that we
can be saved, and we can bloom again
thanks to the love He has bestowed on us,
since that very first Easter.
GENEVIEVE
Notice me
Talk to me; we both wished in secret admiration
Every time I tried; something unseen holds me back
We both waited patiently; time shall fade away
I couldn’t wait on time any longer; I did what I have to do
I did it all; I noticed her, talked to her, and said my mind
Amazingly she felt the same thing I did.
At first, it was lust; hunger and thirst for her body
Hers is an appetizing body; food for the gods
She is not the first; there were others before her
Others; just as pretty and sexy but something is different this time
Her innocence enthrals me; delicate delicacy
She has the inscription on her face that reads “handle with care”
That I did and still doing; she is my precious jewel.
Genevieve
Now, I have fallen deeply in love with you
Nothing else matters except you my love; I love you
I feel things like I never felt before; you changed me
Now I know what true love is; you have showed me the right path to love
It’s complete; love, trust, understanding and all
It’s no longer a secret that only we know; I love you
With love; words of Pascal my brother...
Easter has a profound significance...
the resurrection of Christ from the dead,
and after Lent, there's no abstinence or penance;
sacrificed, as prophesied was the Pascal Lamb!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
Easter begins at sunrise
and the faithful sing with triumphant voices,
to glorify the unblemished
Lamb of God so hallowed and reigning!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
Christ, the worthy Lamb, was slain
and now He has risen from Hell,
paying with His shed blood our iniquities in full...
and whoever follows Him will be greatly rewarded!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
There stands, on His Heavenly throne,
the Word revealed to us on the day of resurrection...
not scourged and crucified on the hill of Calvary,
but raised and glorified by the Father of eternity!
With true meekness I pray,...
Lord, take all my sins away!
He died for our sake, and love was His gift,
and as divine as He was, He even endured thirst;
let's dwell in His holy temple that man's malevolence
can't ever tear down or menace with vindictiveness!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!