Long Recycle Poems
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The wind is having a tantrum.
It whines and screams and
Howls around the house,
Tearing at the shingles,
Whacking the roof with branches,
Blowing porch chairs into a corner,
A loose cushion into a puddle
On the next block over.
It throws the recycle bin
Into the raspberry bushes
So cans and bottles litter the yard.
It sends trash can covers
Skittering across the road
To land against the fence.
It snaps tree limbs like pick-up sticks
And angrily summons the rain
To slash against the windows
With little icy pellets and
Drive water in under the sill
To form a puddle on the floor.
Probably tomorrow it will clear,
And we’ll all go outside
To clean up the debris.
But the mischievous, childish wind
Will have the last laugh -
Because who can punish the wind
For the mess it made!
Covid-19: A Silent Messenger of Lucifer!
Through the creek of the door there sneaked in a silent messenger of Lucifer,
A breathing man sneezed till the last breath, and was shrouded with chillness,
It was a soothing flame of fire choked the chamber in and out,
Rapidity was a trait of the silent messenger which breathed its force mysteriously,
And there was coughing, sneezing and spitting with rising temperature,
The stigma of Covid-19 had its recycle with its mutated psychology.
The victims succumbed to the predator’s double-bladed scalpel.
The illegitimate entry of Covid -19 into an Oriental province is an infamous history,
The silent messenger then turned to an untamable monster that devoured the ‘innocents’,
Clinical staff ran helter-skelter to fight with the devouring monster,
The malicious hunter with his hunting dog wolfed breath in minutes.
The mammoth giant in miniature form of virus wielded his weapon ‘cross the horizon,
And multiple lives were dragged thro’ the tunnel of darkness,
The malicious organisms with short span of life-expectancy breed countless generations,
And enjoy themselves with the crown of sinister leaves.
Who will chase the messenger of Lucifer and shall redeem the world?
Day in and day out chemicals and antibiotics run under microscopes,
Vaccines are tried in every corner,
But experiments and efforts seem to be a fiasco.
So Who shall chase the messenger of evil from the face of human lives?
There is One Who made man and creations,
So, let’s seek His Providence to walk in His Word,
And Life on earth shall be a way unto the Life of Eternity.
Shall we all….?
,
Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign
Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs
All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish
What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced
Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather
Where is pestilence in the world today?
In everything you do.
From pop-ups on computer screens
to settings set for you.
Where phone calls come from marketers
to con you out of money.
And flyers from your government
to say all days are sunny.
Where canvassers will knock at doors
and rob you of your time.
And calendars from politicians
come payed for on your dime.
Where law enforcement's quick to card
and serve you of your rights:
And store clerks offering help to you
to interrupt your plights.
The government who'll force a census
and put you all to work.
Recycle bins of trash you'll sort
then rinse till you're berserk.
The Tax Returns you'll do at cost
and waste what's your's for time;
the government skipping one assess
could do to save a dime.
The life that others force on you
deciding all your fates.
When all of your decisions mean
that pestilence dictates.
We are just a sin away from death
The returning of God's given breath
We are just a sin away from those tests
That we must go through we must past
We are just a sin away from hell
Ahh! mercy do tell
Lord, please give me grace
So I won't continue to fall on my face
Optimum Father
Recycle my thought processes and involve them
Give me the faith, the patient to run this the race
I am just a sin away
From returning your breath
My God, My God
give me grace, to see you face, through redemption eternal peace
I am just a sin away
I'm now forever prone to worship you each day
My soul salvation mercies grace redeem me so I pray
9/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I am Goddess _ I have created myself sexless _ therefore I am neither he, she, or it.
I am called upon by many; however, the names you have given me are out of your need to express dominance_ for power is an unnecessary illusion driven by the lust to control. Control does not exist in the realm of unity.
I am neither good nor bad _ there is only action and reaction as-a-result of motion and emotion.
I have created myself formless _ therefore I am neither here nor there.
Upon your beck and call, I come to you in the image of your own comfort _ therefore you will recognize me.
I speak in every language, at-all-times _ therefore, you will only hear a sound when I am in motion as Life forms and reforms. There is never a quiet moment in the life continuum. There are those who constantly hear me even though I, myself am noiseless.
I am never at rest _ therefore, you will only see me in increments of momentary time.
I am colorless _ therefore, what you see is the residue of my past, which marks the spot of my future present, as I cycle and recycle in endless motion.
You may think I am beholding you and that you hear my voice, Nay! It is only the power of your thinking and your desire to remember me.
I am Goddess. I am Life. I am Continuous.
***09012020
What if…
What if my nightingale sings that what is right?
What if all of this pain just stops for a night?
What if I can see it even if it’s dark?
The truth is there among this vanishing sight.
I am waiting to see what else I can find.
What if there is nothing after, to excite?
Our dark path will lead us into the darkness,
There is more darkness in this world than is light.
What if one day, we all wake up from this life?
from this wishful thinking, sorrow, joy, and fright,
and wonder that what if all was a big lie,
a losing game that we lost in a big fight.
We’re all custodians of life until death,
Then we’ll recycle in nature; we just might.
Go and live this little time that you have now,
There might not be tomorrow to do it right.
Forget all that there was, all that it will be,
Remember that it is now that it’s all bright.
I heard "Haloo" was singing to the moonlight,
The song was all about love and say goodnight.
12/24/2019 Haloo
Mother you're a lost cause
you lost 3 kids and 2 in-laws
didn't speak to your mother or sister
now have no other, too much for your mister
You grew up unhappy,
aware of the problems,
yet you did the same,
blind to the options.
Your mother didn't care
your kids think it too
but when they think that
they're thinking of you
Nobody is perfect
but people progress
life is for learning
you forever know less
Your kids have 3 stories
your in-laws have 2
5 points of reason
you claim it's not you
the 5 points of reason
spread out over time
recycle the season
repeating the crime
You make people angry,
you pushed them away,
now left without family,
until your death day.
Journey Journal Page
A.I. BEAUTY
By Leon Enriquez
A compelling form:
Art by new means comes
In a causal norm
As beauty now sums
Charm that thus informs
A candid road bump
Light pixels now tint
Allure and fine shades
Colours etch new mint
In charming new trade
As warm visual hints
Convey lot man-made
~~~~~~~~~
Visual media facts
A certain sure poise
Defines a bold tact
Mimics nature’s voice
Lovely light enacts
Volition by choice
What you now can see
Is awesome visage
A crisp certainty
In rites of passage
Fantastic beauty
In thrilling message
~~~~~~~~~
And yet the picture
Sparkles deficit
Incomplete fixture
In movement tacit
That vibrant texture
Flings soul debit
Too good to be true
A picture perfect
Finesse right on cue
Flawless on neglect
Beyond me and you
In stance and in slack
~~~~~~~~~
A.I. Beauty glows
To mock mortal flaws
To argue and show
Human nature raw
As time ever knows
Our corrupt sure thaw
Yes look now and see
The real from the fake
Brisk passing beauty
That nature re-makes
Recycle and be
Earth gives and then takes
~~~~~~~~~
So let change reveal
How time brings on fate
No need to conceal
Destiny and state
Appoint death’s goodwill
Beyond Use By Date
So take the high road
To live your fine spark
With soul and with load
To draft your own mark
Here as time thus goads
Sing you spirit lark
~~~~~~~~~
Let the truth guide you
As you take your place
Mortal fest on cue
With your changing face
Fashion in fond due
Your passion and space
Pixels and tints draw
Upon nature’s grace
In heat and in thaw
Know your time and place
New or old or raw
Here and Now dare face
~~~~~~~~~
Look to true beauty
What nature now shows
In pause or tarry
Where your life path flows
With change you ferry
To live life you know
In imperfect form
Lives undying soul
Astound the brisk norm
As you glimpse true whole
Concord despite storms
Describes pole to pole
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 January 2024
Singapore
Outside the four cafes, four dogs awaited their caffeine crazed owners. Sniffing different street signs, taking inventory of who’d already been there. Four dog “owners” exited the cafés. A tall blonde, possibly bleached, retrieved the dog and haughtily gazed at the “other” cafes and dogs. A slightly rumpled donut muncher hurriedly hustled away with a slightly rumpled mutt. A lithe and limber, skin tight yoga panted Latte carrier, glided away. The dog, nose high, sniffed nothing. A rather large flannel shirt exited café number four, the dog nuzzled its owner. It’s reward, a hearty greeting and vigorous petting.
Shortly thereafter they all met at the dog park, the dogs that is. The owners took their places. One sat silently engrossed in a book. One talked loudly into a cell phone. One primped and posed while taking “selfies”. One watched and laughed at the antics of the dogs.
As they left the dog park the cups told a story. One was left on a bench, one tossed on the ground, one rinsed and filled with water so the dog might have a drink, and one placed in the recycle barrel.
John G. Lawless
©3/3/2023