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Waiting for life to come to me,
the clock ticked down to one
With barely but a second left,
my tendency to run
With nothing left but one last tick,
all motion seemed to stop
Perspective changed, then rearranged,
a lifetime on the spot
My eyes won’t blink, the fear too great,
of staying closed for good
As from a distant galaxy,
I finally understood
All life had boiled down to this,
eternity defined
When everything that ever was,
together crossed my mind
I left the past and future mired,
to breed and then deceive
And took this present life unbound
—unto my soul reprieved
(The New Room: May, 2022)
The Dakota Wars
Took their toll
Native Indians
Out of control
Five settlers were killed
Is what started it all
Little Crow declared
More would fall
This all happened
Many years ago
As the history books
And the records show
August 16th
1862
Treaty payments arrived
Truly due
But the fighting had started
Like i stated above
Settlers and Indians
There was rarely love
August 18th
1862
Little Crow on the warpath
Tensions grew
The Battle of Redwood Ferry
24 soldiers killed
Dakota war parties continued
How could relations build
At the battle of Wood Lake
1862
The Dakota surrendered
269, quite a crew
In Mid December
The trials were set
330 convicted
Their fate to be met
Lincoln commuted
Most of the above
Leaving 39
For the deathly shove
One was reprieved
Leaving 38
Confirming
Execution date
December 26th
1862
In Mankato, Minnesota
The 38 flew
To be with their ancestors
Fly on the wind
Chant with their spirits
In plea to rescind
The above date
Histories numeration
Is written as America's
Largest mass execution
9/11
And the Civil War
Two tragic tolls
Above the Dakota Wars
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php
At the heart of Marescaux Road’s Maroon and Gold
Lived a timid girl with dreams yearning to unfold.
An inner-city teen with a spirit aglow
Yet hidden in shadows, her potential lay low.
Then entered a teacher with passion ablaze
A beacon of hope, guiding through life’s maze.
With eyes full of kindness and words like a song
She saw through the silence, knew the girl didn’t belong.
Anne Girvan was her name, a mentor so bright
Igniting a spark and banishing the girl’s night.
With patience and wisdom, the teacher gently untied
The knots of self-doubt that had bound the girl’s pride.
“Believe, my dear,” she whispered, “you are strong,
Your voice is a melody; let it carry you along.”
In the world of words, the girl found her escape
A refuge in language, a chance to reshape.
The pen became the girl’s ally, the paper her friend,
Thus began her journey, a path to amend.
Through verses and prose, she let out her fears
Dropping them like anchors, dissolving in tears.
Anne Girvan—the guide, the catalyst of change—
Empowered the girl to break free from her cage.
In the alleys of Kingston, the girl’s story took flight,
A blossoming author, her words pure and bright.
She painted her struggles, her triumphs, her strife,
A testament to the teacher who transformed her life.
The pages reverberated with the strength of her voice
A symphony of triumph, a tale to rejoice.
The timid Jamaican girl was finally set free,
Her metamorphosis sparked by Anne Girvan's decree.
In Kingston’s inner city, where dreams often stall,
A teacher and poet answered her call.
Now she pens accolades for the one who believed,
Who unmuted her voice—her hero, reprieved.
This tale is her hymn to a teacher’s grace,
Whose influence lingers, transcending all space.
Decorated with praises among the heavens above,
Her ode to Anne Girvan, a testament of love.
My world a chasm of utter darkness
Dreariness enveloped me like a cloud
Bound by chains in an abandoned fortress
Tormented body - a field freshly plowed
Accomplishments ignored; voice never heard
Wondered why on earth was I even born
Treated like clipped wings of a fallen bird
Ripped to shreds, I could no longer be torn
Unsettling to be taunted by others
When all you do is exemplify love
Why is it so hard to love one another
As commanded by the Savior above
I tried so hard to find favor in their sight
All efforts were unfavorably received
I began to pray and was bathed in light
Chains started falling, my sentence reprieved
God looks at me and sees a worthy prize
The Lord loves all of his children the same
I’m no longer concerned about man’s eyes
Ill-conceived judgments nor secular names
The name of the Lord is a strong tower
His mighty name is worthy to be praised
I thank him for his redemptive power
For being my light on the darkest of days
In times of despair God spoke from above
Through His Word, He counseled and He advised
Keep His commandments - Keep walking in love
I am His, I am loved, and I am a prize!
1. Every space is filled
this is definitely a love match
cultivating a field of many Asters
smoothening life to a mind boggling degree
the definition of this bliss
is an outcast to the perception of many witnesses
shining our star up so high
for single princesses royal
to marvel and fantasize.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
2. We’ve given divorce a show down
and hand cuffed division before it stabs
too close for air to invade
filled into each other to falsify vacuum
nature will melt for our hearts to unhinge.
we are so equal in need of no mental diplomat
b’cos right from the beginning,
taste of any bitter pill has been reprieved.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
3. Two pouring wines in one glass cup
is an embodiment of incomprehensible unity
with street lights of testament
even if from a third class.
There are moments when filth
and quest to temporarily act feather brained
are too spicy
but we’ve come this far with
the belisha beacon placed in these traffics
of rushing danger.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
4. Uneasy and completely mixed
is this journey
each climb wakes us more.
I had to scour my pride
she in turn rasterized her emotions
for a legendary recreation
of a surviving sweetness so soft to touch
like the Nubuck
unbeknownst to life, It’s been creamed
back and front to be self unrecognizing
from its own mirror.
Chorus
She loves me…….
I love her…….
All that matters…….
In our world is our love…….
In your head to pass this time
Attributing the former to your lies
Remember our cycle. Oh! how we belonged
We herded great minds and looseth the wronged
This is your part in our shattered glass
Although we fenced these strong beliefs
It is insatiable lust we reprieved
just short a miracle in humming this chord
Their weaknesses sort was time reborn
This is my part in our shattered glass
Endless love stories with novelty rhymes
a mist of colours, distractions and lies
Lighter pages, suspense or crime?
Mirrors and doors, our refraction in time
This is my part in our shattered glass
Just as we lost faith, we tore apart these walls
thus we drifted and sailed to our downfall
Last I heard of thee, it was late in the fall
In love and in lust, at her new masters beck-and-call
This is our sorrow in my shattered glass
Oh, I am always, I’m in so much in love with the Lord;
For He’s given me life this I know;
He is true to me, I am redeemed;
Confessed, repented sinner reprieved…
I’m forgiven
I’m forgiven
I am saved by the blood of the Lamb;
I will be living
I’ll be living
In the mansion, in the skies in heaven
Oh, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up;
So I lifted up my arms and hands;
God comes to me, He embraces and lifts up me…
He is truth, He is all that I need
And He embraces me
And He embraces me
For He never, never, ever let’s me BE;
And when I’m down, He’s always around
My God, My Jesus lifts and forgives me;
And He embraces me
And He embraces me
For He never, never, ever let’s me BE;
I’m forgiven
I’m forgiven
I am saved by the blood of the Lamb;
I will be living
I’ll be living
In the mansion, in the skies in heaven
And when I’m down, He’s always around
My God, My Jesus lifts and forgives me;
My God, My Jesus lifts and forgives me;
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
A faint perfume of lilac blooms has stirred the sleeping dawn
Bright sunlight weaves a golden loom with threads across the lawn
Crisp white-lipped Delphiniums tossed snowflakes to the hills, while
Daffodils and pink jonquils shake off the morning chill
Each violet of morning has left no stone deferred
Found growing near, a sprout appears from every seed interred!
Greeting me like candle flames, are poppies, gold and red
Hawthorne weaves a golden crown around the arbor's head!
I look long past the windowpane, and spring has bloomed anew,
just in time to see the sky revealed in shades of blue
knitting primroses in surprise! A sight long overdue!
Lost between the flagstones, alyssum, wild and free, has
mushroomed into puffs of white, competing with sweet peas!
New sprouts of cosmos spring alive in flowerbeds we've teased
On winter's lace a pansy face is smiling up at last!
Petunias in their pastel coats, are dressed like royalty
Queen of all in velvet robes, the iris crowns the grass!
Resplendent are the foxgloves…..and the dragons are a Snap!
Sweet Williams are such gentlemen, they make the morning grand
Tiger lilies brave the wind, stalking in the breeze
Under every shady tree, violas are reprieved, while
verdant shades of primrose lace wear green upon their sleeves
Wisteria's hysteria spreads levity with ease!
Xanadu is Statice "quo"……now, what more could it do?
Yarrow blooms tomorrow. I'll have to dry a few
Zinnias mean that spring has sprung, to share fresh air with you!
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"Spring Is In The Air" Contest Form ..... A to Z (Abecedarian)
3/4/18
A solitary kernel for lack of succoring nurture aggrieved
From sun's warm caresses seasonally bereaved
With wind's chilling strides constantly plucked, heaved
Lying on fallowed ground whose cloak now desleaved
With frigid mantle over frostbitten spine weaved
Nutrient-rich pores of their cultivating provender relieved
As brittle husk to its fibrous moorings tightly cleaved
So coarse grains to earthen crevices, pockets sheathed
Dormant, but from bludgeoned shell will not secede
Nor Summer's bountiful harvest deed
A sparse, unfurnished bed temporarily bequeathed
Until providentially-rendered elements have new life breathed
Still yet, creator hath numbered all and due rations perceived
Until Spring's availing tides have Winter's corroded channels reprieved
And life's, generating tenants from their frozen prisons freed
I just met this awkward chap,
By some referred to as a “Cad”,
Sat with him for quite a chat,
One that wasn’t near half-bad.
We spoke about the plight of Earth,
How man’s destroying it,
A pet subject since my birth,
An obsession I can’t quit.
He seemed to listen quietly
As I rambled all hour long,
But I think I reached him finally
When I told him he was wrong.
At that he seemed to wake
From the slumber I’d perceived,
Maybe this or that big cake
From my servant we received.
Either way I care not how
His support I then achieved,
I just want him to allow
Mother earth to be reprieved.
People think I’m such a bore,
Plummy mouthed and a tad slow,
Little knowing I do score
When it matters I just know.