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Difference
So many people, so many lives,
Who lives in the north, or south
Others are in the east and west
Many people live in a rich country
Others in poor lands of the Earth
Of course, some are not here nor
there
In every poor country, there is the wealth
in every rich country, there is the destitution
Good existence and poorness – opposites
Social difference, hm, this is a big mistake
Civilization, civilization? Hmm. Is it a reality
Yes, this a true phenomenon, but not the
… civilization
Civilization can not exist without a good heart
No, never. Just look around in the world. See?
Here is a homeless, there are hungry children
So obviously the difference; is infuriating; disgusting
So many people are suffering – there are no bits of help
Help? Just for money, for a lot, this is my experience
Sometimes I am walking on the streets, and just watching
Watching, the shop windows, the restaurants – this is west
West, I came from East Central Europe, which is also rich
People, do not even think about their poor fellows on Earth?
Why? Egoism? Insensitivity? Selfishness?; Is it come from?
From where? There is no answer, but have it, Somewhere
Somewhere else, in the soul. Hmm. Here is the answer; I mean
No composure, fear of loss, money-loving lifestyle; and rivalry
But these are not all. Not. But the rest will be another poem.
Bless me if you can with "all the things"
that all and all can make me everything
good and would make a livelihood.
Bless me if you can with the "power"
to light a life and spread the light
like a candle I stand.
Bless me if you can with the "words"
which soothe the sorrower, make her
withstand before the stormy winds of sadness.
Bless me if you can with the "money"
to pour the poorer to part the poorness
which is prepared to be a part of the play.
Bless me if you can with the "sense"
to destroy the ignorance which is creeping
and making it's nets wider.
Bless me if you can with the "idea"
to cease and to plant "no war"
and to make it no where and not at all.
Bless me if you can with the "strength"
to drag the infants from the cave of deaths
which pulls them with one means or the other.
Bless me if you can with the "plan"
to make every place a palace on earth
enriched with natural beauty and the home of mother nature.
Bless me if you can with the "thought"
to teach every one to talk and learn
to try to write and fight for the right.
Bless me if you can with the "royalty"
to make every man happy and to move
his life with happiness and nothing more.
On a day such as today
or any other numbered and limbered day
you may say to yourself that the birds are singing and the sky is blue.
It is you, however, who sing internal and ring eternal.
The bells of forgiveness brazen the snows of chance,
as you peruse the catalogs of unused news.
You somehow choose amongst the myriad of sad and cloistered clinging thoughts
thoughts that lie.
sometimes bruised and sometimes tied, or fit to be,
to the bedpost overnight.
Awake to find your sight restored.
and all your poorness all the less unproven and removed.
Guide your fingertips across the surface of the air.
Touch like liquid, hot or cold, brazen in it’s crispness cutting, or standing off in some dark tremor extending feelings tentative and new
Yes!
It reaches achingly for you and you are touched.
Return with both hands grasping life with boldness of blazing lightning struck.
Everyday
Everyday
Every single new and glorious day.
Find a new and different way to touch this life.
Bring forth book, candle, and unstained curtain
and parted be the page and such be certain;
that any tiny portal gazed upon will give sweet measure to
the flight of ending voyage journeyed, NOW.
Pray be how this journey won.
This moving prayer from the lips of God:
Your Life!
Oh if one could only live this way
to give such sacred gifts away,
tears would be of liquid gold,
all the stories ever written
all the stories ever told
Be True!
Bazaar,
Storing all a"s,the bazaar,
Of the three one is profit,
Bazaar like the heart of the township,
Supplying noise commodities to the ear consumers free,
A place buying richness and selling poorness,
Most of the sellers only with minds but hearts,
Money is like blood running all over the Shop nerves,
Some buys,some sells,some bags and some begs,
Also some bugs drawing blood in the down town,
The debt rolling like wheels,
Very busy like only today no tomorrow's,
The merchants of Venice sits,
Shylocks carrying fault scales to weigh flesh,
Bazaar,the chased satan's official bungalows!
I first met you in a bar,
After I admired your car
We were both so young and free,
I just wanted you to notice me.
As we danced to and fro,
You said that I should know,
That you never wanted to let me go
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
On our wedding day,
You said you’d be beside me in every way
As we danced to and fro,
You said you would never let me go
Through sickness and health,
Through poorness and wealth,
That we would be together,
For always and forever
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
On our honeymoon,
You said forever was a day too soon,
So for forever and a day,
We’d be together for now and always
You said we would tour the seven seas, Just you and me
You promised that for the rest of your life,
You’d make me proud to be your wife
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
You left me on a sunny day,
Saying we’d be together for now and always
But now I’m wearing your wedding band,
Holding a folded flag in my hand
As they lower your casket in the ground,
Our son doesn’t make a sound
He salutes you as we say goodbye
Tears cloud my eyes as I start to cry
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
verse 1. I will praise Him, in my darkness;
I will praise Him, in my wrong;
I will keep His voice ever still in my mind...
I will praise Him, in my sickness;
I will praise Him, when I'm heal;
O' I will honor and acknowledge Him-Always
Always
Chorus. And I shall not go without Him;
and I shall not ev'er ignore the Son;
The one
Jesus
He whom died once for us all
I said...
I shall not go in hiding;
Nor will I be divided
My love
For Christ
He whom died once for us thank you, Jesus
verse 2. I will praise Him, in the light of night;
I will praise Him, in my darkest moon lit paths;
I will keep His heart beating in my chest I'll be abreast... A witness
I will praise Him, in my poorness;
I will praise Him, when I'm rich;
O' I will honor and acknowledge Him-Always
Always
I will keep His praises ever on my lips I'll be abreast... A witness
-- and O' God how I long to be yours
And Father I wanna be held
By your eternal long arms
embracing me forever more
Hallelujah
verse 3. I will praise Him, in my darkness;
I will praise Him, in my wrong;
I will keep His voice ever still in my mind...
I will praise Him, always;
I will praise Him, anyways;
O' I will honor and acknowledge Him-Always
Always
1/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
From anthology “Praise Worthy”
SCULPTURED BY POORNESS
by Shyane A. Roa
One scratch, one peck as they fondly call me,
I am seen as nobody in the community
Yes, I am a beggar in the street
I am a woman who wears a dirty outfit
I work during the day and study at night
Hoping to have a future that was so bright
But the way I acted was unpleasant to many
They really hated my personality
Every day I am begging for food to live
I became a servant just to survive
No one can dim my clear and bright visions
Because this is me, with a strong determination
I can endure life, no matter how tough
Even they hated me I will continue my journey
Rejection is my inspiration
Obstacle is my key to build my ambition
As of now, it’s my dream to have my career,
I am proud that once I became a pauper,
Because I was molded to become resilient
And face life with joy and merriment