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I stood across from the small dilapidated
house and let the memories crash into my soul
The dark nights alone, the beatings from the cold hand of hate.
Such was the fate of my formative years
Spent in bruises and tears, for year after year
Carrying this ungodly fear
The dark cloud overhead seemed quite
fitting
And from where I'm now sitting
The memory of ear splitting screams
Induced my tears to streams
I guess a happy childhood for me
Was just a wasted dream
Now all that's left is dreams of the monsters breath
Giving me no rest, daily expecting an untimely death
This house of pain, left a lasting stain
And the reasons life was mayhem
Is now very plain
But a loving God and time
has restored my peace again
I have forgiven years of heartaches
though the monster never changed
And through a loving God in heaven
I will have that happy home sone day.
Written Sept.5 2015
When they joined sone were sixteen
In the war of 1914 to 18
They were young and gave their life
Some not even able to get a wife
They all joined for what was right
Freedom and humanity being their fight
Their basic training was not very long
Thier bayonets were at least a footlong
They were trained hard and taught how to fight
Told they would live if they got it right
But this was false and the war went on
Mustard gas and tanks came along
Over the top when that whistle blew
What layed ahead no one knew
Wire entanglements and craters smoke all around
Explosions, gunfire and shouts of help the sound
Keep moving forward as best they could
Step over the wire and the burning wood
Pinned down by the enemy by that gun
Thinking of home that this is not fun
Sat in thier foxhole looking for a way out
Rounds whizzing past hear another shout
Grenade is the call and then a large bang
Then you hear metal on metal clang
Gas is the next thing they hear shout
Quick quick pull that mask out
As the smoke goes over they lay and wait
Constantly checking on their mate
All clear all clear is now the order given
Their still here and are really driven
Back to the their trench they have to go
Stepping over bodies of friends and foe
This goes on until 1918
The eyes give away some sights they have seen
That spritely young man who went away
Not the same man who came back that day
Alas there are none of these hero's left
Families still sad and feeling bereft
Remember these men and others who follow
Without them we would have no tomorrow.
Life sometimes gives us ups and downs, no easy road, no free lunch, we all have made bad choices, leaving us to make tough decisions.
How to feed my kids, pay the bills keep warm in the bitter cold, as I ride the city bus, I see it each time someone gets on, kids in tow with a big stroller, packed full of groceries.
You can tell alot about a person by how their dressed, nice casual dress, sone are tattered and well worn, but they all have a name, a story to tell, if we’d just take the time to listen a simple hello how are you”?
The city bus takes us all to our destinations in our daily lives, our hearts are full of dreams, ambitions, wishes, sorrows, joy; only GOD knows their heart, the driver is the one keeping the bus moving, where we get off is up to us, oh how I wish I could see inside their heart as I remember being in the bus going to visit my dying mom in hospice, why didn’t anyone ask me how I was, as I held back my tears of grief, as I would have gladly accepted a hug.
Take time to see a strangers heart, we’re all here together, look at their face, into their eyes, for it’s the gateway into one’s soul.
I have listened to,your stories
Heard your talk on Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night.
The next time I come across,
And I know I surely will
The indiscriminate victim
Of a Taliban kill
I won’t get upset
Or have any sleepless nights
I’ll know the Tali did it in defence
Of his version of Human Rights
And when we leave this country
After years of combat and bravery
And the Afghani woman are
Returned to their Burkha’d slavery
And ISIS cross the channel
Because our security is so bad
And unleashed chaos on the streets
In pursuit of their Jihad
And they demand Sharia law
In my native England
I’ll try to stay calm
And try to understand
And I won’t get upset
And try not to hate
Those religious fanatics with views
Five hundred years out of date
For I have listened to your story
Heard you speak of Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night,
Written sone years ago, but the repression goes on with women being denied education and treated like chattels/
Remade or a process is started to the time
When the request is fulfilled or the process is complete.
Are you tired of where you’ve been, turn around
Are you fed up from being deceived wise up?
The path you’re walking on is Beloved, ever so wrong;
Stop! Pause! And Walk in the Light Babe,
Child of the Lamb
Sone of God
Daughter up Elohim
Turn yourself around, be present be found
Live for Jesus, Live for Jesus, Live for Christ
And He’ll make every single thing ALRIGHT
Beloved turn yourself around, turn around, turn around, turn around and be found
8/19/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From the “ ^turn around season” anthology
Born 13th of October 1923 passed 26th July 2026, what can I put about Reg and
His mates? Heroes by any standard they
Forged their fate, in blood and mud, against maleria and dengu fever, they
Stood this test against 16000, Japs.!
all frontliners Imperials;
Then, yet our ( part time soldiers ) had at them, boy these
Were real men! Just 77 they took sone hits
Their biggest weapon a mortar pipe, yet
on with it.' The Jaos small mountain cannons unleashed many a barrage, these real
ANZAC fighters contested every yard..
Each foot they gave, the enemy paid, their
Owen guns rattling, All Aussie homemade
Some fired and ran into enemy lines
Even throwing grenades at the same
Time..Holding on till re-inforcements
All four hundred and eighty' came, then
they counter-attacked.' And
Pushed on through the pain, the enemy retreating
( was God on their side.?) I am inclined to
So venture.? That He heloed turn the tide
They saved Australia and maybe even the
West.? I salute Reg and his mates these were the best of our best.'
Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault?
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd left for many years she took
The hit, expetienced fear; according to some
Info held she lived in Monaco sone records did
Tell, sh'ed visited twice..is domiciled U K, her
Absent man had alimony not paid.' Despite these
Facts it was claimrd otherwise on the flimsiest of
'False; facts' some company filed, not much of a
Bank of records in truth.' Then She got some air to
Tell her truth, nat-west did a u-turn paid her money
Yet the story morals are hardly funny, so be aware
Of subjective 'truths' watch out your info is not
Fool-proof, fact checking' today? Is as we know.'
Not real kosher, yet why is this so..?
Vaccine Maia
Oh, joy, the magic, potion is here!
To be injected in the arm, not my
derrière!
I am no fool to buy like eternal swishing via a potion.
This is sone magical health revolution.
I'd rather die, by God's voice.
Nor Big Brothers demanding choice.
Like worms is a fresh apple they've taken freedoms away.
People hide and are depressed
and their emotions sway.
With masks I can take no more...
And no, in front of this face, I will
not sport a plastic door.!
No,you may not tell me with whom
I might dine,
Nor fine me, because my life is mine!
Stand up for your freedoms, stop
being fool's fear ghoul .
Fear of the virus is their the politicos' main pain political tools.
Rise up nations, make your case.
You are about to have all freedoms erased!
11-24-2020