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If you were to economically invest
in polyculturally healthy ecology
And politically co-invest
in multiculturally wealthy theology,
Then you and we
thou and me
might responsively respect
wealthy co-invested integrity
to reproduce healthy co-empathic engagement.
We wealthy lives
are not egocentrically about competitive security
garnering famous
nor infamous
apartheid places within
and without verbal histories
recreative narratives
prehistoric memories
All about cooperatively winning Earth's most healthy space
in SolarSystemic,
and somewhat smaller scale
time and space restoring
wealthy health optimizing
win/win ecological strategy
Which is to simply reiterate,
AnthroBiology is equal to individual ego passions
as EarthEcology co-arises
multiculturally living pre-historic nonverbal
on through historic verbalizing,
sometimes singing and dancing,
resonantly and resiliently chancing
EarthTribe compassionate synergy
potential integrity
ionic and iconic equalizing energy,
natural and spiritual,
bilateral and bicameral.
"Referencing an old poetic imagism sort of poem I wrote some four years ago--almost to the day---wherein lies a paradox," ... by The Poet.
MIRROR, MIRROR
I was in a room,
there, I saw a mirror,
and then I saw him,
I told him to get out,
and he did,
and he took the mirror,
and I was no more.
--The End--
Part III of what ascribed
was written four years ago
these were words, phrases
loose ends scattered about
to be used for that created
poem that resulted in that
"Mirror Mirror" of which none
of those extraneous "Helter
Skelter" <--(minus this aspect
for the religious reflection) do
not exist anywhere on Mirror. All
hanging, brought together--not
yesterday, again, I reiterate, not
too long ago, loose words of four
years ago brought together with
a minute few added to make sense
of it--and voila, the consequence.
Hence, I am
the last of four bloodlines
all these words I've consign
to benefit others, and be wary
of the slightest that you do,
you turn left--a car accident to
the right, you don't go to work--
there's an office with fatalities.
For me, I'm resigned
to this paradigm
of mine
four years
nonsensical
... hoping it stays so, now that I know.
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Let’s kill not dying moments of closeness,
This much was destined our togetherness,
Let’s heal our hearts before we separate,
And accept what has been as a fair fate.
You and me met at a fair stage of life,
In milk as if sugar merged joy and strife,
Why not these sweet memories reiterate,
And accept what has been as a fair fate.
If two oil lamps in Ganges were to meet,
They cherish brief moments before retreat,
Let’s flow with destined fate and never fret,
And accept what has been as a fair fate.
Let’s kill not dying moments of closeness,
Let’s accept what has been as a fair fate.
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Kyrielle sonnet |09.03.2024| separation
Poet’s note: Based on a Gujarati poem (a Kyrielle, nor a Sonnet) by Kishore Barot
I don't belong or get along, my ways are different from the rest
as hard as I try it just does not fly, I can never pass that standardized test
I cannot figure on whom to pull the trigger, I simply had enough
when my blood boils to toleration zero, I can't help but fly off the cuff
Imagine here you are, and put into a situation
being told there is no need for contemplation
so just another robot you are expected to be
would you not do whatever you must to set yourself free
Living this life for so very long, waiting for a miracle to feel you belong
where is the chance to redeem yourself, this internal pain seems to prolong
calling to those claiming to be your friends, please come now to my aid
my dilemma is certainly an emotional one, you have nothing to be afraid
What can I say, it's a broken heart I have today
who not in my position, would they be able to relate
so I am left with only this one thought in mind
with no alternative, predisposed to accept my fate
I am trapped in my own reality, with this being at the core
and only recently have I been able, beginning to explore
and, yet, my senses tell me, what my heart already knows
it's a punishment from above, because of what I did not long before
You see my friend, it is true that in the end
we will all be shown what our lives were all for
having been brought to this world, was not for naught
all of our deeds, to be weighed with a heavenly score
Our lives have been recorded on video, where all that has been done does reside
and after our lives have been completed, with all this will our judgement decide
to be applauded and forever lauded, by what we have done while we were here
or to be decided differently, and forever this shame will we be forced to wear
It is not too late, I reiterate, while the breath of life is still yours
freedom of choice gives you that voice, avoid what the Almighty abhors
only days and years to us remain, to the moral and upright you should cleave
because Satan awaits to take what's his, why for an eternity should you bereave
I see the rainbow as the storm breaks
I see many people running for heaven's gate
I wonder why as they stare
Often compassionate whispers of woes and care
I keep reaching in reaching in, they keep reaching out
Lullabies and goodnights
Fleeting dreams of angel plights
As I wander off into the night
Tenderly awaiting the arms of Jesus Christ
Into the arms of the Savior
Into the arms of the Savior
Jesus holds me close
And He's my choice
Tenderly awaiting Him embracing me
I am into the arms of compassion
Tall, tall, trees scaled mountain with icy leaves
Leave me to believe that every living thing that breathes
Must receive and must believe
Often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching here
I won't want to reiterate as I approach the golden gates
In the arms of compassion
All that matters is
Fleeting dreams of angels plights
As I wander off into the night
Tenderly awaiting the arms of Jesus Christ
Into the arms of compassion
11/19/12
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Please clearly print your name
on the front of your mask. Cupid.
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My ever dearest Brother,
You and I belong to a loving family
Who pays premium to mercy and truth*’s partnership
and considers paramount
the wise blend of love and justice…
Thus, toleration midst compromise
versus accommodation along conflicts
is prudently considered.
Thanks for gently reminding me
this vital Dad and Mom’s virtue-sermon
when you caught me in a quandary
only both you and I knew,
apart from God Himself…
Now, I want to reiterate such to you
grateful that we were taught to do what’s right.
I love you, my dear Brod...
…and yes, I believe that
you can’t do such
senseless, stupid thing
if you’re spiritual…
especially that we were raised
not celebrating Halloween.
*Psalm 25:10 All the paths of the LORD are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.
October 18, 2019
2nd place, "If I were your brother" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 10/30/2019.
I see the rainbow, as the storm breaks
I see many people running toward heaven's gate
I wonder why as they stares
Often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching out
I don't want to care, but they just keep shouting... that...
Lullabies and goodnights
sleeting dreams of angels plights
As I wonder off into the night
Tenderly awaiting the arms of Jesus Christ
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior you'll find arms of compassion
For He is my master, Jesus. . .
tall, Tall, trees scaled mountain with icy leaves
Leave me to believe that every living thing that breathes
Must receive, must believe
often compassionate whispers of woes and cares
I keep reaching in they keep reaching over there
I won't want to reiterate as I approach the golden gates
into the arms of compassion
Not a place nor satisfaction but a stayed reaction
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior
into the arms of the Savior you'll find arms of compassion
11/19/12
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Declarative mantras in tenacious pulchritude
reiterate the unbound verisimilitude.
The cohorts cannot comprehend the vicissitude.
Learning and judgments are encumbered in lassitude.
My thoughts are accomplished extemporaneously,
although they are all confronted adversatively.
Examples of life’s essences contrary to me,
adulterated by each potent adversary,
appear contiguous with each stark antonymy.
I seek honest truth from an external faculty.
I search for a scrupulous freelance authority.
Though time is quick, I seek this elusive entity.
I beseech your unencumbered intact allotment.
This installment will help elucidate my judgment.
Will supplies be exhausted in a fleeting moment?
Be munificent in this required fulfillment.