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So much to say but nothing comes out,
One minute you’re in my arms and the next I am filled with doubt,
So much to tell you but nothing will do,
I gave you my heart and you weren’t true,
Older does not mean wiser,
And time just makes one forget,
How selfish ambitions were how we once met,
Dreams are just dreams when it’s one-sided my dear friend,
Your words turned to poison when you betrayed me again,
Forever is a long time and you can’t even handle the now,
So why complicate me with those intimate vows,
Love is an action not just a feeling,
You have no idea what it’s like when someone is still healing,
Jump from one bed into another,
I can’t clean up your mess as if I were your mother,
You bailed once before when you didn’t understand
How foolish of me to think you wouldn’t do it again,
Time keeps on flying for it stands still for no one,
You dance with an angel but kill with a gun
Closure can come just on one’s own,
It’s called closing the door and allowing the cut to be sown,
So stitch me up once again,
For I allowed myself to open what was meant to end,
Bandage me oh so tight,
To stop this pain tonight,
For I know when a heart breaks it never mends right,
It never mends right
It never mends right.
By: Sabina Nicole
written: 09/29/12
AT THE CROSSROADS OF CHANGE
On the wings of time, we’ve soared
From the canyons of history to the horizon
That has become ourstory’s beginnings:-
From the clefs of struggle, was heard
A creak in the door of time; was seen,
A spiraling light splitting the darkness;
A liberty coming since the foundation of the world—
Nothing can stop the coming of a new dawn;
Nor hold the night in suspended animation:-
Here at the crossroads of change, we stand;
Evolutionary evidence of strong steadfastness:
No longer chained, but survivors of life’s vicissitudes.
Long and arduous has been the treacherous journey;
Blood debts remain and new generations must rise
To discover the waistline beginning of their rising—
Least they fail to realize who and whose they are:-
Were not our kingdoms beyond all human measures?
Were we not in the beginning as was the Garden Of Eden?
Do not keloid memories speak volumes of our Ancestors' feats?
No longer should we fear who and whose we are:
From Creation’s womb—body and soul—we have spewed;
Marvelously made, riding on the frothing waves of change;
Our liberating journey coming to destiny’s culminating end:-
In this land of promise, we will be the legacy of our Ancestors;
Seeds sown and watered with their blood; giving birth to new roots:-
So let the blood flow of our remembrance cover the historical stage—
Ourstory’s real life scenes having no Shakespearian Othello-like tragedy;
Its horizon saturated with echoing applauses of how far we have overcome:-
Flower flourishes, then follows the fruit,
Dark clouds gather, only then comes the rain,
Seed’s sown at first, and then arises sprout,
Cause and effect, ah what a sure-set chain!
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Sanskrit translations | 13.01.2026 | cause/effect, change, fruit, rain, seed/sprout, quatrain
Note: Sanskrit has thousands of Subhashhitams, words well said set in a quatrain and metered. Transliteration of one talking about cause and effect follows.
Udeti poorvam kusumam, tatah phalam |
Ghana-udayam praak, payah tat antaram |
Nimitta-naimittikayoh kramah ayam || Subhaashhitam ||
Upon a great white steed he rode
The hope of all he served be known
This valiant soldier's war be told
To fight this day his bravery shown
Into the strife of chaos sown
They rode with vengeance high and wide
Infantry entrenched with blood and bone
Taking life from death's cold bride
For he ordered valour be by his side
Slashing sabers slaying bold
They flayed and tanned sinew and hide
That blocked the sun, darkness tombs enfold
As death and sacrifice did hide
These men's lives whose pride abides
Their lives given to halt the tide
Their courage stands never defied
Into history they marched strong
Their legend still makes hearts shudder
Into the depths of soul and song
Their fate of death sad souls recover
They are the legend of heroes who died
So ignorant of why they gave their lives
To be remembered as the useless glory's tide
To honor the strength of their captain's pride
Written January 11, 2020
Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
Judged on January 28, 2020
Rewritten February 27, 2021
How different was the world of long ago
when writing was a special skill to hone,
and masters of this art were so well known
with names like Wordsworth, Shelley, Frost or Poe.
The realm of poetry began to grow
exceedingly as newer forms were sown
though now there are so few of world renown
while poetry itself sees endless flow!
The techno world allows us to be seen
on countless websites and we all can claim
to be a poet, but the irony
is that there barely is a thing to glean
from this, for often just to show one's name,
the poet pays the publisher a fee!
(A Miltonic Sonnet - I hope!) Written 4/30/14
Husband constantly beating and batting,
His kiths, like allies, consciously hitting;
Father-in-law, in his way commanding,
Mother-in-law, dire duties demanding;
Neighbors mocking at physical darkness,
Her skinny dullness and financial weakness;
Her aspiration to be fullness gone,
Seeds of hatred in each heart around sown;
Losing her solid ground beneath her feet,
She, like a little lamb, started to bleat;
Some stood shocked; some so terribly awestruck,
Some said she's mad; others, she's hysteric;
Whatever might whoever might have thought,
Whatever view, she on her, might have wrought;
Mystery over her started growing,
Mastery of her wisdom grew glowing;
She talked of heaven, hell and highest skies,
Assured of abundant heavenly pies;
Her sermons varied from great wealth to health,
She talked on glamour of glorious death;
All listened seem to see in her strengths strange,
Her deliberateness seemed seeds of change;
They saw avatar of goddess kali,
In her they found Durga, Radha, Lakhsmi;
Her husband, forever, stopped batting her,
Kith and kin pleasantly extolled her stir;
Father-in-law still; mother-in-law calm,
Life, to her, turned sooth-tranquilizing balm;
Learning, thus, tackling of trickling issues,
Our hamlets have now many such goddesses...
01 February 2022
Pause, consider, and think about this.
Some rich people invest and spend.
Some poor people wish and spend.
Short people reach up.
Tall people bend down.
Good habits beget good results.
Bad habits render bad results.
Bad beginnings often end well.
Bad endings force 'look-backs'.
You cannot withdraw something
that has not been deposited.
We usually reap what we have sown.
Sometimes, favor suspends the norm.
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When adding it all up,
At the end of the day,
I'd rather be home with
A happy wife and 500 miles
Removed from disappointed
Siblings, rather than being alienated
From a pouting, unhappy wife, while
Enjoying happy, celebrating siblings.
Stop, meditate, and muse about that.
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You know faith is a substance
Yes, a spiritual law
They say it moves mountains
And, I’ve seen it before
You see without prayer
It’s not going to work
Words without actions
Are dead and desert
They say it moves mountains
But faith needs to grow
You must hear the word
Then the mustard seeds’ sown
It starts off little
And then branch’s out more
Becomes part of the vine
Like a true devout it soars
Love is the answer
To a lot of our prayers
But faith is the action
Upon mountains we stare
Words of the spirit
Righteous and true
Become like the Father
Yes, me and you
You know faith can move mountains
Let’s all pray together
No matter the mountain
No matter the weather
Big or small
This problem we face
We can do better
With the gift of God’s grace
© Copyright KC. Leake
20th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
In twilight bowers where honeyed whispers fade,
wayward women weave their nagging nets of thorn,
demanding scepters none but tyrants crave,
and crown themselves where gentle virtues mourn.
They bloom as living scars upon their parents’ name,
a fractured glass that proves the root ran weak;
the watching world beholds their tainted flame,
and murmurs low: “Behold, the line that could not speak.”
Divorce, their silken banner dipped in gall,
unlocks the gate to rivers red with sin;
they cast the sacred vow like withered shawl,
and plunge into the storm of flesh untamed within.
They bend no knee, yet feast upon the man they scorn,
draining his veins through courts of gilded chain;
child support becomes their secret horn,
poured lavishly on self while hunger gnaws in vain.
They clutch the child they swore the stars had sent,
yet bar the father from his blood’s embrace;
they globe-trot swift on wings of discontent,
seeking new hearts to trap in their restless chase.
Good women guard the hearth with quiet grace,
knowing the home a temple, pure and whole.
But wayward women reckon marriage’s lace
a merchant’s scale, a ledger for the soul.
Thus spins the wheel beneath a hollow throne,
where nag and greed devour what love has sown.
Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating
I lay atop of the earth interment pleasuries;
Beautiful the fruited mounds on her;
Golden tanned brown coverings, energies
Valley’s deep core holds the seeds bore;
Nourish the crevice that holds the trees;
Inserted seeds grow out of the terrain, now full grown trees;
I’ve laid on top of the barren grounds;
I’ve sown the seeds
While in the valley of the new birth;
Now the once barren grounds grown out of me;
For not valid reason but Love from God whom I trust;
From the browned grounds God’s tapestry;
Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating
Browns, hair colored greens, Browns;
Textured sweet smelling’s grounds;
Narrative Energies Love Brown Grounds Mating
5/08/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©