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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope
1. The stand of old growth Melalucas, graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years, accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.
“With selective clearing,” my husband says, "larger areas of grassland will grow.
More grazing for the cows and less hay we’d need to buy in Winter."
Inwardly, I lament, not wanting to lose the beauty of these trees
with branches that rise like huge broccoli bunches against bright blue skies.
My husband, much harder, by necessity, over-rules my sentiments.
2. Conveniently, earth-moving machines appear early on the first day
of the New Year. They cut a long swathe
but on the dam are left a large row, marked by me,
for sanctuary.
They cast reflections on the still water.
3. The felled trees are piled into rough heaps. Prophetically, the car
of the Inspector for Primary Industries appears.
“You must know, these are protected trees.”
He asks for permits (not granted) and orders a ‘cease and desist.’
His scowling looks are an indictment.
4. For months the operation was on hold
and, then the rains came and the floods—almost our undoing.
Flocks of water-birds occupied the flats, nesting on the islands
formed by the grassy hummocks. When these waters receded,
an overgrowth of young melalucas sprouted, where the old trees
had once stood. A network of roots underground had signaled
a catastrophe. New nodes erupted along all the root-ways.
Dumbly they announced their guardianship of the swampy land.
“Give us back to time,” they said , but the un-relenting slasher
leveled them again, so grass could grow.
5. I go back into my house now, secretly pleased the trees are speaking.
The topaz flames from the fireplace, warm my bones.
The hoary frosts have come. The envelope containing the D P I’s
decision waits on the mantel shelf, propped by a row of grazing, ceramic cows.
From the window I see our cows enter between the Melalucas.
They graze on the new growth pasture.
I warm my hands, as the flames lick firewood.
The scent from Melaluca smoke haunts me.
Suzanne Delaney
365 words
In a kingdom full of small;
Filled with relentless humans;
I sat engaged and unrelenting;
Upon a midnight hardhearted;
you are...
HEARTLESS
Once upon a midnight hardhearted;
^Suddenly, I heard something snap,
the paranoid brought such sorrow;
You warned me about the map;
And so you came gently flapping;
you are...
HEARTLESS
With such a passion for sapping;
Bored, I choose to sleep;
Bored, I’m napping;
Still engaged in relenting schemes;
While searching for my dreams;
Lo’ so foreign my heart you shall not keep;
you are...
HEARTLESS
You were ever so cold to me
Emotionless, you froze me
So thoughtless and uncaring…
So far you are. Ever so
Heartless
11/20/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
VERSE 1
We were young and strong, We were only kids when we started striving
At 8 I left my parents for friends, together we voiced the streets paving ways for a future we know nothing about
Endangering our lives, being addicts to some substance
An attack on one of us, is an attack on all of us, was our attitude
Taking risk our parents was unaware of, making moves hoping would brighten our future after being in the dark since birth.
CHORUS
THE TRENCHES is not for the weak but the strong
What one generation tolerates, the next generation embrace
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls;
The most massive characters are seared with scars
We are the alchemist of pain, wielding the power of divinity
to transmute suffering into strengths.
VERSE 2
It's a resolution for greatness, that was our theme or motor
That spirits birthed in us kept us going, even when we were at the edge of relenting.
So many times we prayed but still have to wait for an answer
We cried for help, excuses was our answers.
But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever
CHORUS....
VERSE 3
Religious war have taken the lives of many, all in the name of money and supremacy, while my parents keeps telling me oneness.
The Governments don't bothers, they keep on showing supremacy
Looting and deceits is their agendas
While my parents keeps telling democracy, the system is not for the TRENCHES
CHORUS....
VERSE 4
Nowadays youths had gone crazy, they only do what is instant gratifying
Men of integrity are now slaves, to men of dishonesty
People always looking for ways to survive, so many now lives in trauma
Because of a future filled with uncertainty
We forget to fully live in the present, unaware that, what deprived us from fulling living now
Would also deprive us from fulling living in the future, from pains to pains, day by day.
CHORUS....
VERSE 5
We walked side by side, having each others backs, with love stronger than fear
Telling ourselves life is stronger than death, even when we know death is inevitable
With our hope stronger than despair, taking risks so we can thrive
Unaware of the enemy within, within our cycle there's another
Plotting our ruin, just to to take our place, but glad discernment was our guard.
CHORUS....
Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set,
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally
Don't judge another person
The guy you think is a jerk may not be a jerk after all
Why are we so quick to judge other people?
Either by their looks or their nationalities
Their race and what they look like
Do we know what they are inside at all?
They have the same blood, same human DNA genome from which each of us comes from
Why do we say they are not the same
And refer as such?
Well my friend, say if you are in a battlefield and need someone to rescue you
Would you say "let me see - he is not of the color I want - so I think I will wait"
Or would you say "come take me"?
Funny how we judge someone and can't even judge ourselves
I know I can't
We make the same mistakes time after time
And time after time God forgave us
Maybe that person makes the same mistake too
And act goofy
Whatever it is
Just know that you can't judge
You may have caught them on a bad day
When their hair is not straight
And they look disheveled, unkempt
Or they may have a run-in with someone
And they are angry and act disorderly
Who are we to know what goes on in each one's life?
Each person - a unique situation
Just as a unique you
Relenting not rescinding
Presenting not resenting
Be friending not be blaming
Be planting not be canting
Overlooking not complaining
We need to leave the judging for GOD
On the bay the wind is scurrying
along its flock of waves,
with white crests honey combed,
to flip over their edges,
on blue foreheads.
The bow of the yacht slices
through the waves driven by the wind
in the sails, rattling the rigging,
heeling the boat over,
relenting to force of wind,
tricking the wind to drive the yacht
forward wind into the wind.
On the bay the currents play with the tides.
The ferries ply their routes,
hurrying and streaming,
with passengers waving to passersby
for no good reason, for no one asks them why.
The ferries toot their horns to
sloops, ships, skiffs, tugs, tinnies, dinghies and row boats,
hoping they will get out of their way soon.
Dolphins, twist, glide and turn, riding the bow currents.
They pop up to say: "Gidday!", "How's it Going!"
Surfacing for a one-eyed glace up at
the bow-riders standing up front like a figurehead.
Gulls dip and squabble overhead, as terns dive for food,
Cormorants pop to the surface looking around,
before diving back down,
with syrupy smooth surge below.
Pelicans cruise by like flying boats, with folded bills.
For whatever we lose from ourselves on the land,
we'll find it again out there on the wide blue sea,
where life began, and it still sustains us.
For Planet Water is indeed our true home
where life began in water.
It's our matter and matrix,
mother and medium.
Truly our everlasting living sustainer.
your left hand was hard, but your right, gracious
putting me in the balance of Love
of which its fulcrum is discipline and respect.
Your weaknesses were classified
just to ensure I see beyond mine
Your chastisement was not without pain
of which its appreciation
is a strong indicator of my gradual maturity.
You always guard the gates of my territory like a Centurion
and fight against all antigens like a warlock.
You taught me how to be complete
and provided the staff and Ass
as I journey across Life and appreciate.
I initially thought of you differently
when you gave me the partially made sandal,
when you refused to help with the air-tight metal box,
when you gave me bone while milk was still my best delicacy
when you laughed at me while I'm confused
and worst of all, stopping Mum to come to my rescue.
I never knew they were task of Life I most needed,
finishing off the sandal made me industrious,
opening the box, made me determined and never relenting,
chewing the annoying bone made me grow up;
your scorn and laughter actually made me decisive
and rescuing myself made me independent.
All these sum up to making me a MAN!
Which makes you my Hero and role model.
Before I was, there was you;
in fact, I am in existence because of you.
I've always clinged unto you as my Life's support
but you allow me make my mistakes
so as to be the best gadget.
Your regulation of Mum's affections
only makes me be an unspoilt egg.
I always increase when you sweat
and your headaches are stepping stones to my zeniths.
You are such an irreplaceable asset
and your love, so refreshing as the evening air.
What more can I say and how else can I show gratitude?
As much as I know, you need none of these,
One thing I must always say is,
I LOVE YOU DAD!
Here, but for the grace of God
Tormented within my vessel,
To walk on burning coal,
To hear the cries of my hungry spirit,
To eat from an empty bowl.
To journey on without hope,
I stagger around and not through,
Given mouth, teeth and tongue,
Yet no bone to chew.
Given wisdom to make change,
Strength to see it done,
Slow is the pace I run this race-
Given bullets, but no gun.
I have knees that stay bent,
I have hands that stay in a clasp,
Words I’ve been given to say,
Their meaning I have yet to grasp.
Where is this valley,
This shadow of death,
This life I must get through
Before I can be given breath?
What deed to fortune must I take?
What many words must I spew?
What more torture to withstand,
To be given a seat in the pew?
Given the Shroud of Turin,
my symbolic flag of relenting
To lift my head towards the heavens-
And to begin, my repenting
On this faithful evening!
I was very curious about,
The issues and affairs of life.
I was walking on the street,
With thoughts of growth all over my mind.
I came across a very old man,
Who's old enough to father my father.
He called in a very low tune saying,
Little boy, I have idea what's going on,
In your mind but not your life.
Hear me now he said, abide to these words,
and thy will flourish in all thy dealings.
Whatever dreams or goals you have in life,
Always starts from where you are,
With what you have, he said.
I stood in shock and took a step closer...
And he said...Time reveals it all.
The affairs and issues of life are not,
To be done in haste.
Sometimes what you see can be deceiving, he said.
Not all that glitters are are gold.
Things unfold according to their season,
He keep saying... To everything there's a season.
Season of tending the garden, and a reaping reason.
Your mind is your power, the thoughts you harbor,
grows to produce action in you.
He keep saying...
Whatever brick life throws at you,
Use it as a stepping stone,
Not an excuse for relenting.
Never say or act when angry,
For you'll always regret your deeds.
Then he said... I can talk from now,
until eternity saying much,
If you don't understand , I've said nothing.
A word well said, is enough for the wise,
Don't just live and exist, leave a legacy, he said.
The man that had fully lived is the man,
Who live a purposeful life.
With a smile on his face, Goodbye he said.
He turned and walked away before I could ask a question.
He's no where to be find, before I could say thanks.
These are the advice from an elderly man,
I met in the streets. Then I said to me,
Little did I know answers are everywhere,
if you Seek or ask.
I'm addicted to the sound of
Of silence
Like the wind blowing on cold morning
Oho yes !!!
I'm addicted
If words would define what this is it wouldbe just total ??silence ??
.
I'm addicted
I'm addicted
Like a poet addicted
To metaphors and rhymes that
Are line to lyrical chain of never ending thoughts
I'm addicted to the
Burning coal of nicotine
Till my last dying breath
I crave to put out
My fantasy to unfulfilled dreams.
Like a sinner addicted
To the pleasures of lying.
I'm addicted to the
Consoling bottle that
Can drown me in the sorrows
of my regrets
Like a singer addicted
To notes and symphony
A cheating husband
Full of secrets without regrets. Sucking
All the honey for his selfish desires.
Is all am addicted too.
You see am an addict
Ooh!!! Yes
I'm addicted
Like the politician addicted
To embezzlement and lying.
Enriching his fat pocket.
Am like a child addicted
To to her mothers breast
To every smile I fear danger.
As my lips anger the well-fed.
Like the gase attackers (tokota)
I'm
Addicted to burning and Splitting blood of innocent without rumours
I am addicted to gospel
That preach love and peace.
Equality amongst brothers.
Like a prostitute addicted
To the streets house
And potbelly fathers
I am addicted to repenting
And relenting in worship and
Prayers, even on this war ship
Of life slaying biblical verses
Is like playing.
By:owen thepoet