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Written By: D. Collins 8/30/17
When a soldier is wounded all jokes go away.
Until they return what we must do is pray.
The team stands down from any further missions.
Awaiting that soldier’s return in tip top condition.
When a soldier goes down we rally behind them.
Sharing the love, like real women and men.
Whatever they are facing we experience it, too.
Having empathy for what they are going through.
Their current situation is only temporary.
Resilience will win over, undoubtedly.
A soldier never remains behind enemy lines.
Without question, it won’t happen this time.
So, strap up your boots, and put on your gear.
Every member of the team is needed back here.
We’re awaiting your return to go out in force.
But, please take your time bouncing back, of course.
Some say I’m a mean girl, but that’s not true
I put on a facade when my heart’s feeling blue
I enjoy camaraderie, conversation and silly fun
And will be there for others until my life is done
I enjoy feeling the sunny rays warming my face
And being home in my garden, my peaceful place
I enjoy watching and feeding birds and hearing their song
And dreaming of Spring birds, and winter to be gone
I love to cultivate flowers and plants in the Spring
And enjoy Reading outside and the peace it brings
A favorite past time are my walks with my dog
They clear my head of any stress and brain fog
I adore my friends and will always lend them a hand
Defend and honor their beliefs and with them I stand
Social work has been my lifelong dedicated career
And know making a difference is a gift I hold dear
Family is important to me, and I love all of mine
And enjoy holiday gatherings and treasure spending time
If you still think I’m a mean girl you, then you really don’t know
How beautiful my heart is and it's kindness I like to bestow
Start by getting up
Then getting dressed
Then leave the house and figure it out from there
A good morning ritual can awaken a dying spirit
Life is what you see through your own eyes, so grab that positive persona from the closet
And put on your reflection instead of that gloomy frown
Easier said than done
But just take one step at a time and you’ll be progressing farther than where you begun
You probably heard that one before, so what makes this any different
Well the difference is you and how you feel
So, the next time you feel down remember one step forward is just as easy as tomorrow but as hard as yesterday
So, you’re better off focusing on today, and today say “I am who I am, no more no less, I will be who I want to be one day
And until that day comes I will keep back packing knowledge and lessons for my personal journey”
Your story may not be the best but no one has one like it, so before you give up remember the sun is there even if you can’t see it
There will always be a bright side
Even when the shadows are all you can see
p.s. remember to say to yourself just be myself…just be me…
Queens are all over, and there are festivals, parades, banners and stuff.
I wanted to be Corn Queen once, but they chose a girl from Council Bluff.
Our phenomenal state fairs have a bunch of pageants galore.
We watch these winners parade in with titles, banners, and more.
Miss Atom was fine, looked great in her huge science lab.
Everyone was glad she got it, for she had the gift of gab.
Ms. Plastic Surgery had lips that kept falling off,
So her title was given to Miss Whopping Cough.
The men have their own competitions, of course.
Some bring their own cow, their llama or horse.
Mr. Cowboy for the West part of the state,
Was given a chilly reception, being six minutes late.
Stripped of his title, it pleased his first runner up.
Who had also won Mr. Lassie and Mr. Buttercup.
Mr. Elf on the Shelf was irritated ‘because he thought he had it.
Mr. Emergency laughed, for he was named Mr. Bad It.
Mrs. Hostess Snowball wore snowballs strategically placed,
And Mrs. Not—Ever-Ready wore a corny veil ribboned with lace.
Queens and Kings, running around, winning titles fast and furiously.
To put on their resume’s or job applications? I am guessing curiously.
Not being in a pageant, myself, I truly do not understand.
But there are contests for queens and kings all over our land.
Showing off titles, and banners and stuff.
Here is Mrs. Wart Hog cemetery. Her hide is tough!
Last night I dreamed that I could fly,
Gliding with ease through the bluest of skies,
Darting hither and thither, bouncing off clouds,
Communing with birds and laughing out loud.
Soaring up high and diving down low,
Hearing people applaud as I put on a show.
What an exhilarating feeling to be so free,
No restrictions at all, just me being me.
But all good things must come to an end,
And as I rapidly began to descend,
My arms so heavy, leaden and tired,
I heard Donald Trump yell, "Girl, you're fired!"
I woke with a start before I hit ground,
Relieved and grateful I was still around.
And though I knew it was a dream that had transpired,
I couldn't help but wonder why my arms were so tired.
1/21/12
I've heard them tell me
that life is a gift ,given
I've even heard them say
life is a journey
Chartered upon many mountains,
delighting to be traversed
What say you, damsel lady!
I know life to be bushy thorns
That every road I have travelled
has been dusty,
rocky with the sight of potholes
at every turn.
The dust greeting me,
long-lost companions
What say they, damsel lady!
I know life for what it is
A destination of endless walks
I know life never cared about me!
The sun peaked and it went
back to sleep
Never did the sun relieve me
on this journey
What say You, damsel lady!
The choice was never mine
Simply I was put on this path
and pointed forward
They told me what was north
and I was to learn south
and its opposing friends
They told me life was a journey,
but all I have known is pain.
Was pain the journey?
Were my worn-out shoes
the lesson I had to learn?
What say I, damsel lady!
I say, I have traversed
the bridges that are my life
What is journey?
Moving forward or
travelling backwards?
Must I even keep pacing
when day and night have no meaning to me.
What is walking if it invites the pain of pleasure
I say, damsel lady. I know life!
Life is no friend of mine.
This journey I have travelled,
I am still walking.
Where is the gift in that?
My patience is worn through
and my sandals are dust.
Even these tears desert me
for the better companionship of dust.
Loneliness is my only companion,
YES,
maybe that is LIFE!
I cannot tolerate the ones with haloed head
Who boast of their achievements, put on an act instead.
I cannot tolerate the perfect, always right
Who claim to love their neighbour omitting black or white.
I cannot tolerate the ones who share your pack
Pretending to be helpful then stab you in the back.
I cannot tolerate the friends who pick your brain
Intent on infiltration determined to make gain.
I cannot tolerate the types who wish you well
They swear to loyal virtue, but then they kiss and tell.
I cannot tolerate the false and double-faced
They are the parasitic, their tongue with poison laced.
I cannot tolerate the guys who look for fights
They cause much harm while pleading the law to back their rights.
I cannot tolerate the tempters with their faith
They are the instigators, the ones who love to hate.*
They cannot tolerate my face, but I’m alright
My aim is to expose them, oppose with all my might.
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* Here I am referring to those who commit crimes and injustices in
the name of religion.
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16th June 2014
Contest: Tolerance
Sponsor Freddie Vee
YOU ARE WELCOME HERE IN HEAVEN--
Brother of man, you are welcome here
Sinners of the world welcome home
Heaven is the place for us
Sisters and children of the Lord
What are you striving for
Where are those open doors
Why are you crying more
You are welcome here, (here in heaven)
You are welcome here, just repent of your sins
You are welcome here, here in heaven
You are welcome here, here in heaven
You are welcome here, here in heaven
Here in heaven
So take off the robes of sin
And put on that holy crown
Take off the sandals of sin
So you can walk on holy grounds
You are welcome here, here in heaven
You are welcome here, here in heaven
1/21/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Don't tell me to stop
I would if I could.
I don't like it any more than you do
but when I say "never again"
I turn and begin to negotiate.
I caution everyone against such actions.
yet in silence when no one is around
I fuel the ache that should have long been dead.
I ignite a fire I should have quenched
then I come out drenched in shame.
A hypocrite I disdain
but that I became.
And they were right in all they said
I could if I wanted
I could adopt discipline
still I succumb over and over again
and put on an act to save my name.
A gamble on my reputation,
another day to battle an addiction.
Sit in a crowded room with walls
and still feel invisible.
I finally understand
it was never the room
that made me invisible.
The air is heavy,
voices blur into noise,
like I’m drowning
in a tide that isn’t mine.
I try to speak,
but no one listens.
I wait for someone
to notice I’m here
but no one ever does.
The walls don’t talk
yet somehow they know
every thought I’ve never said,
every place I didn’t go.
They’re all smiling, laughing.
I put on my mask.
The mask fits too well
smooth, unbroken, convincing, believable.
No one sees it slip.
No one sees what’s hidden beneath.
I’ve worn it so long
I forget what’s under it,
which face is mine
and which belongs to someone else.
The mask fits so well,
I forget the weight of my own skin.
I practice expressions in mirrors no one sees.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse,
and all I see is a stranger
staring back at me.
I laugh when I’m meant to,
I smile on cue
but it feels like I’m watching
someone else live my life.
And when the room goes quiet,
I’m still unseen.
When I leave, nothing changes
like I was never there at all.
Just a voice
that never made it out
of that room.
Maybe it was never the room.
Maybe it was me
dissolving into echoes no one hears.
Maybe I’ve been invisible so long
I’ve forgotten how to be seen.
I leave the crowded room,
the echoes of laughter taunting me
like they touched my skin.
The walls close quietly,
but their weight walks with me.
Footsteps tap on the pavement,
but they aren’t mine.
I move,
but I’m still a shadow
cast between the places I should belong.
The night sky folds around me,
quiet enough to hear my own voice,
soft, small,
and still unnoticed.
Streetlights flicker overhead.
I pass houses with open doors
I’m only halfway home
to a place
that doesn’t know me,
and maybe never will.
The door clicks shut behind me.
I walk through the empty house;
silence follows me,
carrying the voice that never made it out.
I thought it would be different,
but nothing changes.
I’m still me.
Still me.
The person who has to wear a mask
everywhere I go.
I remove the mask in my mind,
searching for comfort.
But beneath the face
is still a stranger,
and no one will ever know