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I am told Hamlet's problem was his hesitation.
But was it really?
Perhaps he wasn't hesitating — perhaps he simply could not bring himself to avenge his father.
Not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t.
Not because he was a coward,
But because he didn’t know how to be anything other than a self-saboteur.
Even when he knew what to do, his self-doubt would win.
Even when Claudius' face confessed his sins during the play,
He was still overpowered by his fear of uncertainty.
Or maybe... maybe he really was a coward.
A coward who sabotaged himself in every way possible.
And yet, I still defend him.
I defend him because I see myself in him.
I am no royal, nor have I endured what he did.
But I am a coward — a coward who sabotages herself, every single step of the way.
Even when things are simple, I complicate them.
But when they’re complicated, I want them to be simple.
Because that is who I am.
I am paradoxically inclined.
I am healing from my pain,
But in the process of "healing," I hurt myself even further.
I yearn for peace of mind,
But I keep inserting myself into chaos.
I crave love,
But I reject it without a second thought.
I long to be held,
But I hate being touched.
I fancy to see a smile in the mirror,
But all I find is a downward expression.
I wish to be heard,
But I never speak up.
I ache for understanding,
But never express myself.
I desire a sense of security,
But give in to every reckless impulse.
I stress about the future,
But do nothing to change it.
I need to breathe,
But the air always gets caught in my chest.
I long to be happy,
But all I can think about are sad thoughts.
I want to live,
But all I ever think about is dying.
I am as contradictory as the moon and the sun—
Torn between light and shadow,
Yet both define who I am.
Why do men have an Adam's apple?
Because of sin and how we grapple
(It was Satan who did deceive Eve and ironically
It was Adam who choked (like the eye and the mote)
One thousand deaths every time we sin
One thousand breaths, this death, the lack therein
Then we eat sin and it becomes caught in our throat
Because we did not meet sin as one not inchoate
We don't support our wives even when we're right there
Why didn't Adam step in for his maiden so fair
Because we don't speak up in everyday conversation**
We don't meet the nay-sayer in every contemplation
We are called to battle sin everyday
Not explain or justify our sin away
So turn away from the sin that we play with
And away from the life that we decay with
And make a turn to a Savior because of our behavior
Have a stiff upper lip before the slip of the lip
Because Jesus rows us away from the slave ship
As I complete this poem and hand down this sentence
We've been given the gift-command of repentance
Honey, I'm home!! Did you miss me at all?
Where are you?
Yoo-hoo, anybody home??
Have you been extra good, and mmmm
the house seems so fresh and clean, wow!
Did you eat right?
A-mazing! You actually washed the dishes!
I think I should leave you more often!
Where are you anyway??
My, you even watered the plants!!
Are you for real?
Or were you abducted by aliens??
Everything's just so dust-free...
and you changed everything,
even our white curtains!
You switched them to Red??
But I am not really liking it...
but at least it's not pink.
I HATE pink.
Sorry hun, you know I love white.
Which reminds me,
Did you remember to do the laundry?
Did you remember to leave the whites ALONE?
Honey!! Gosh can't you speak up louder?
Where are you anyway?
I feel like I am talking to the wind here...
and what is that sound???
Ok, I'll follow there in the basement
what are you doing there anyway??
Shucks, the smell of detergent--
it's so overwhelming, hunny bun.
What's this hanging on the doorknob?
PINK shoelaces??
Where'd this come from??
DOOLEY!!! What the HECK have you done???
Are you for real?
I think you've been abducted by aliens!!
You touched my WHITES.
ALL of THEM??
even my shoelaces??
and you washed them with those
darn RED curtains????
**August 12, 2010
sorry I think my funny bone got broken...
based on Pink Shoelaces song :)
submitted for Deborah's Sum sum Summertime contest :)
Her beauty has finally opened my eyes
The perfect one was right in front of me
I can't believe it took so long to realize
Just being around her makes me so happy
She brightens my day with her radiant smile
The perfect one was right in front of me
We've been the best of friends for quite a while
I'm scared to death to ask for a simple kiss
She brightens my day with her radiant smile
When I'm all alone she's the one I miss
Hate to lose her if she didn't feel the same
I'm scared to death to ask for a simple kiss
If I speak up I'd be the one to blame
Don't want to ruin a friendship I truly cherish
Hate to lose her if she didn't feel the same
Without her in my life I would surely perish
Her beauty has finally opened my eyes
Don't want to ruin a friendship I truly cherish
I can't believe it took so long to realize
Written 10/03/2014
He was a sort of a king, a man at the top of King Hill. He had the most food, and the most guns. He had servants at first, but they were too hard to feed after a bit, so he let them go. When he was younger he used to come out of his glass castle and look down the hill at the common people, but that got depressing as he aged.
All around him was famine. The common people were starving and fighting over food rations. He watched in curiosity as they fought over ham steaks and bags of grain. One day the almost-king watched the Theys round up the Bittles. First they rounded the Bittles up, then they tied them to trees, and let them starve and die of thirst. He could have helped save them, but he did not want to get involved.
They came for the Zygons next. The Zygons did not go as peacefully. They fought and clawed, kicked, hissed and spit. But They rounded them up anyway and locked them into stocks where the almost-King could see them, but he did not know anything about Zygons. Why should he help them?
The almost king was looking from his balcony one day, when something treacherous was happening to the Lillies. The Lillies had always been kind to him, and he felt badly about it, but he was afraid to speak because his castle was made of glass, and he was rapidly becoming afraid of the Theys.
So he hid inside, and did not open the door to anyone. The Theys were surprised when they came up the hill to round up the Polk Noses. The Polka Noses had weapons. They fought bravely, hurting some of the Theys. But in the end, they got the Polka Noses under control.
The Theys were becoming a formidable group. There were thousands of them now and more Theys were joining them every day. Joining is better than being targeted by the Theys, right? Ask my cousin, who used to be a We.
The almost king disapproved of the Theys now, but fear kept him silent. He was hoping they would not notice him or his glass castle. He hid inside, not protesting, not making any noise at all, fearfully silent until they started chanting as they came up the hill.
Moral of this Story: Speak up before they come and get you.
9/14/21
Street and book smart
With a good heart
To make an impact I took part
This ain't a haiku
Why are you so worried about what I do
I'm nothing like you
Often I've been stabbed in the back and lied to
Full of emptiness
And penniless
Never mind all that pettiness
So caught up on who is the sexiest
And wealthiest
Meanwhile such actions can be the deadliest
Trying to salt my name, even though I've been the friendliest
Old news, I pay no attention to it
Such weakness is kept dead, no need to let it live
No good like Acid Reflux
All these cheap f***s
Taking advantage of others assuming they won't speak up
I don't care about your teacups
Or if you own three trucks
Good on you if you got some useful "free stuff"
It wasn't always too equal
People obsessed with blue people
Quickly displaying true evil
Had to work on a budget
Trying to stay away from drama and dumb s***
In a world full of corruption and little if any justice
From here to way beyond Nantucket
Sad thing is most people judge quick
Another lonely night and sip of beer
Listen here
It all has been far from crystal clear
And not always what it appears
In my heart, I hold my sisters dear
As I travel around with little fear
On a planet that is a sphere
Got to make the best of it, before it all disappears
Honestly, I can't be financially set off this career
Or afford to go crazy like Britney Spears
In fact
All that B.S. I ain't with that
Break 'em apart like a Kit-Kat
Staying alert not so quick to sit back
As God's assistant I feel the need to speak up. She/he/everything is magnetically attracted to all things seeking His/Her/Everything's help. She/he/everything does not discriminate, filter, judge who is deserved of his/her/everything's attention. She/he/everything is operating fairly willy-nilly, though directing most of his/hers/everything's powers towards those pleading, needing, and bleeding for it (macabre, I know, but the boss's preferred phrase).
It's just hard, hence the need to speak up. Hard having her/him/everything pick the winners and losers. At this point I just let the boss roam like a roving wild bull. Going at it all. It's the way he/her/everything prefers. And I'm not about to be fired. Even though she/he/everything told me he/she/everything could never do that.
A inspired dedicated verse to Panagiota Romios
"I need His emergency number"
Operating, operator dear angel;
Please give me
The number, phone number to God
I need your assistance
Operator your emergency number is 7 7 7- 7 7 7 -7 7 7 7
Operator I need help with this
I need instead make a make a person-to-person call
To my God
Could you show me how?
Operators speaking this is all you need to just fall on your knees hold up your head and hands
Look up
Look up
Talk
Speak up to the heaven I would cry
And just talk to the Lord what's on your mind
For you see in prayer God's always open
Oh, please God O Jesus please open your holy ears and receive me
Mercy dear Lord have mercy on me
Oh, and talk to me and hear my heart and heal my soul
Oh, Father you say
What is this conversation you have your doubts in Me what's the 411 open up the Books of Truth
You say I'm there I'm here read, read, prayer, pray
Just talk to me
Just talk to me if you want acknowledgement of me
For I will soothe your heart
Relieve you of Doubt
Control your animosities and finally comforting will bless your heart and comfort you
Just be still and talk to me
9/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr & Panagiota Romios 2019©
*based on words inspired by “Panagiota Romios” in bold print..
From forthcoming anthology
“Inspired In boxed Word Write Collabs #1”
United Prayer
Painted in a corner
Smeared about the floor
Chants of lone forgiveness
Quiet in the war
“Deafening the sound of death”
Garden roses trampled
Broken stems abound
Wilting on the visions
Blooming losses found
“Petals of peace scattered carelessly”
Blood along the pathway
Eyes hid in the mist
Penning someone else’s name
On this lengthy list
“Alphabetical to the grave”
Standing from the shadows
Crossing battle lines
Reaching for the freedom
Voices loud can find
“Speak up children, your voices matter”
Put aside your weapons
Time has come to cease
The nation now has gathered
United prayer for peace
“On our hands and knees we pray… bring an end to war this day”
I was asked to write a poetic prayer for peace by a young friend in the Middle East. This is what I wrote.
If there's anything worth saving
Or could be better done
Needed now more than ever
~Speak up for Love~
Although it stands up under pressure
And shines all by itself
In a world filled with hatred
We could all use a little help
There's too often a deafening silence
In the parts that matter much
No reason we should hide it
~Speak up for Love~
The power is within you
Though courage lags at times
To bring about a needed change
To all the hearts and minds
Over years has lost some meaning
But still pulls through in a crunch
Say it now before it's not allowed
~Speak up for Love~