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PARK AVENUE
I came across Park Avenue in Winter Park, Florida
many years ago, where I flew for my work to examine
a company for following its claims handling process,
procedures and the insurance laws and regulations.
While having lunch near the office, seated outside
in one of the pricey eateries, we noticed this is a
place of great affluence, for the ones with money.
Probably from the north to the south of the Avenue.
We noticed mothers dressed in designers clothes,
carrying designer handbags, strolling their infants
in expensive strollers while going in and out of
high-end boutiques, looking, browsing or buying.
We saw middle-aged women dressed elegantly,
bejeweled with their big designer sunglasses
having sumptuous lunch with their friends in
luxurious cafes, showing off their jewelries.
We decided to roam the Avenue from north to
south one day after work to check it out, go to
the Museum opened in the evening that day,
dine and see a belly dance in a fancy restaurant.
We saw trust fund babies having happy hour,
hanging out or checking out posh boutiques.
Well-dressed men having business meetings
in ritzy restaurants, having cocktails or dinner.
Women wearing couture dresses, attires or
suits admiring the exhibits in the museum.
Well-off families or affluent couples dining and
watching the belly dancer, where we had dinner.
If I want to live in fantasy, this is the place to be.
If I want to forget all my troubles, forget all my
cares, I will imagine this place, a place where
you do not see poverty, homeless, destitute.
Life can be a beach or a beef and when something
turns a little bit beefy, this avenue is the place to
think about for life is pretty beachy in this avenue.
Imagining myself doing what ritzy people love to do.
9/9/21 The Avenue Poetry
Julia Ward
Bipolar Bubble
At a recent family gathering
Friends and family ask cheerfully
How are you feeling today?
Not too bad…my mouth says
I put a smile on my face
As I simply walk away
They don’t know I didn’t sleep last night
As well as the four nights before
When I am manic I can’t sleep at night
When depressed I sleep all day
I live in a bipolar bubble of life
Too high then so low
Takes a toll on me
Don’t know which way it will go
I don’t always get my way
I suffer thru another day
This is bipolar my life every day
If I told them just a part of what goes on
They would be startled by my reply
They can’t process the pain I am in
I’m crying in the hall way
Someone walks by
Wanting to comfort me
Don’t cry it will get better...
I’m not crying I say
Those are not tears you see
It’s my brain fluid leaking out of my eyes
What more could I say?
The present dent is so disgusting and aggravating at times, so much so, that something has to change.
I can truly be honest and admit, I got a problem with this.
Yes, it is definitely time to get rid of this eyesore and draining present dent. Enough is enough! I’m done! I’m so sick and tired of looking at and hearing people talk about this present dent.
There has to be a way to fix this. This has been going on wayyy too long.
Well, finally, finally, finally I figured it out and did something about it.
But as for you, what do you think should happen to the present dent?
Yes, the present dent. “The Dent.” The dent that is in your life.
Truth be told, we all have “Dents.” Dents in our relationships, our finances, our health, our faith, our direction, on our job…
A dent can be from pressure, from a hit, from a mark made in the surface of something… Too much stress can cause a dent in your mood and attitude. Your confidence can be dented by negative words spoken. Your finances can take a hit due to a job loss, cheating can cause a dent in your trust… and so on and so forth.
If it’s becoming too much for you too, I’m here to tell you, do what I did and shift your focus. Don’t focus on the present dent. Look above all negativity and obstacles with a positive mindset and keep your eyes on what really matters. Positive results require positive thinking. Don’t let this dent distract you or continue to dampen you. It’s true, dents in your life can be fixed, they can bend you, but don’t let them break you.
You are strong, you are beautiful, you are so deserving to be blessed and happy.
Strengthen your faith, think positive, believe, be patient, embrace the process and watch the transformation.
As for me… I’m knocking my dents out slowly but surely.
Defiant Sun
As the day ends, dark, mountain like clouds, suddenly appear
Blocking our sunset view, ominous shadows inspire fear
Suddenly, a bright, white light shines forth, coming from behind
Outlining presumptuous clouds shape, ever so sublime
White lights glimmer, shining brightly, beckoning to the sun
"the day is not quite done, please, blaze forth O Majestic One"!
Defiant Sun shines, penetrates a hole in clouds defense
With blazing bursts of golden light, smoking hot like incense.
Weaknesses in clouds defenses, having now been exposed
Sun bursts, now ignite the blue sky, as rebel clouds explode
Clouds shred and dissipate into shards of silver and gold
These eyes of mine cannot process, these wonders I behold.
Proud clouds, could not enshroud, epic battle could not be won
The lesson has been learned, do not challenge Defiant Sun!
John Derek Hamilton
August 03,2016
Special license plated signing of $197 million dollar events;
Political confess rich ones have not;
Dredge the have nots includes Revelations protected children;
Government is an artificial expedition such,
it's a witch hunt;
Process uncomfortable;
Administration pursued multiple;
Challenges poverty iniquities;
Political inquiries;
Let's find out where we went wrong;
Correct the problems;
It's not about socialism;
Help the poor in the spirit revision;
And the soul first teach them to fish;
Don't just give them the fish;
Let's find out where we went wrong;
America!
Correct the problem spells resolution;
Government
I don't need your political monies give me your prayers teachings and helps;
Show me how to fish and help me keep my breath;
4/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
No one wanted to get to know her.
She’s a Pandora’s Box waiting to happen!
This intrigued me; I ran toward her.
Loving the challenge of it.
She was not easy; had been a recluse for years.
We became friendly, friends, eventually best friends.
She was not easy to unleash,
She had cemented herself inside.
When her husband died she had stopped living.
Forcing herself into a barren cave, a cell actually.
It was not a gentle process to remind her of her humanness
Luckily I am a party animal, and was up to the challenge.
I dragged her out of her darkness,
I forced her into trying new things.
I became her advocate and champion
Until she eventually championed herself.
Then I let her go, but not easily.
She and I are still best friends.
She now travels and does daring new things
Without my aide; and I am ever so proud of her.
Lift yourself slowly,
beat time thoroughly,
and don't skip process,
what progress undress!
A good start off fright,
doesn't light each night,
but puts fear behind,
doubt and hope combined.
No matter how small,
push through as you crawl...
mind not a rough start,
but take dream(s) to heart.
Avoid distraction;
cum satisfaction,
on how it should be-
which your plan(s) foresee!
It doesn't matter,
how your plans scatter,
the field study's sketch
of what you could fetch.
From the point of sale,
your head fix and scale,
with timing prowess,
to last night's calmness
Waiting for success,
morning puts to stress,
in delightful pain
cum monetary gain.
Be it as it may,
hustle everyday,
for daily bread's sake,
and nice future cake.
But never hold past
mistakes in contrast,
to why present fail.
do avoid its jail!
That could lock focus,
tied to its locus-
where the two do meet...
draw wants to defeat.
Needs future rest on,
if present has won
focus over fear,
that learned of past tear.
Future would have shape,
when past tears escape.
present then rebuild
dreams to be fulfilled.
Mild dystopian cracks open
cobwebbed laden figurative door
to my super charged
subconscious shrouded self -
portal carelessly left ajar
steeped in dark shadows,
wherein spooky monsters creep
along edge of night,
outer limits of twilight zone
serve as makeshift restraining: bar
21st century alchemist busily massages
a fictional holographic projection
to contemplate car
re: ying the terrestrial firmament
into spasms of expiration, which whim far
fetched since the following conjecture
contrived within overactive imagination
of yours truly - such peculiar notions par
for the course sans striving
to become adroit
teasing out ethereal material
analogous to embrace
plasma up holding star
reed cosmic funereal invocation
loosing prognostication silencing war.
So without further ado
I offer to continue
embellishing literary above
iterated missive anew
for ye to ponder and brew
from a mister wordsmith
comprising wife as counterpart
complimenting beastie boy
aptly named duo motley crue,
whereat dwells within complex edifice
housing he who begat
offspring numbered uno and deux,
whereby this husbandly spouse i.e me
resembles a cross eyed
cryptogram solver
geeky long haired pencil necked geek
artificially inseminated yik yak
with fertilized egg of emu
unbeknownst to many edified readers
might consider myself brain cells few
explainable from being
chomped on by a carnivorous oldish gnu,
nevertheless unaffecting ability
to sire female progeny
re: guarding biological process
concerning human reproduction
viz ova linkedin with seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
biological processes extant
from equator far north
to Inuit housed in igloo
nonetheless, genetic heritage
comprised predominantly of Jew
genealogy heritage indeed
Ask Jeeves, cuz he knew
with one very late Uncle Lou
who suffered mad cow disease,
and considered hims
a milch cow and frequently did moo
calf full when bovine brand new
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated
from the primate zoo.
It was one drop.
She, in a facade of innocence, released one drop.
But one drop poisons the entire well.
And my mind won't stop turning back to it.
I know it is killing me, but I cannot stop.
I want to not want.
But I have so little control.
The countless minds in my mind dominate me.
So they force me back on this path.
This often treaded path
of longing and hoping and pain.
And my mind cannot but keep following it.
She seduced my mind.
And my mind broke itself against her.
I cannot walk, so I crawl.
I am in pain, but forward I crawl.
For just one more sip, I crawl.
Towards that poison, I crawl.
Even if I could stop,
Even if I could succeed,
I could not overcome,
I will never be free.
By body is poisoned.
It has settled into my skin, my muscle, my bone.
If pure water was brought to my lips
It would be tainted by the undying poison within.
There is no escaping it.
She corrupted it all.
It was one drop.
And it corrodes all things.
Now, I have become a poison.
My very essence turned vile.
I have become a weapon.
I infect all that I touch.
I am the Midas of poison.
I am a scourge.
Her careless drop seeps.
Seeps through all I know.
Through all known to those I know.
An evil is now loosed since I could not process it.
And yet it seems no one else sees.
They don't even detect it.
This polluted, dreadful world masks the evil,
For my corruption is another scream in the winds of chaos.
But I see it.
Within the walls of my mind.
Within my head.
This poison dissolves ambition, love, hope...
It corrupts any virtue,
It reaches at my foundations,
And it leaches whatever bit of life is left.
Without purpose.
When it is finished with me, it will eek into the ground.
No one will ever find a trace.
Not even her who caused it.
For only my tainted eyes see.
So let me rot.
Let my mind rot.
Let my thoughts and spirit and being rot.
Rot to core.
Damn her poison.
Damn my foolish mind.
Damn all parts of the Universe.
So incomplete and alone.
So lonely and alone.
So insufficient and alone.
In another world I am almost complete.
Nearly whole.
A tower of strength.
An unbreakable dam.
A mountain of virtue,
Angelic, nearing cohesion with the complete.
In that world,
I would purge this poison.
But as I am,
I cannot.
So this poison shall purge me.
a seed
sacrifices itself existence
to sprout a tree
silently
a womb
conceives an embryo
silently
it's a process of creation
but, if you cut the tree
if you kill the people
it will make noise
it's a process of destruction
-(said by the wise)
o dear Junoon
love is very painful
where hate is apparently beautiful
I know
you love the entire creations
if you want to enjoy your love
tears will make an ocean;
cause some of the creations allow you
where some of them disallow you;
but you necessitate endurance all
tolerate their likings, disliking, collaring out
cause your love for the equivalent
o dear Junoon
annihilate your biased intelligence,
eradicate your prejudiced belief,
don't make the hate an apron for your eternal soul,
make your extermination the virtuous path of love
know it that-
your love is your enlightening thought
where your love will be other's God,
your love is your death
where your love will be others life,
your love is your insight
where your love will others heavenly path
yes, o dear Junoon
annihilate yourself in pure love
to make the enlightened, united path
for the next coming fellow the bright
-July 05,2019 Chattogram