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I look around to see the beauty
of a long lost wonderland
that tells many stories.
Like those wild flowers
growing up together.
They survive and fight
like a real warrior.
I look around to see the beauty
of a long lost wonderland
that slowly kills me.
I'm not like those wild flowers
They grow up together.
Far fetched and outdated
Yes I am an inferior!
I look around to see the beauty
of a long lost wonderland
that fools me.
They are the wild flowers
Growing up together.
My substandard mind
has a place called nowhere.
I look around to see the beauty
of a long lost wonderland
that fades me.
I'm not one of the wild flowers
They grow up together.
Sooner or later
I'll fly with the weather.
Lei Strauss 2019
The sting of corruption invade our land
Fraud and injustice cover us intensely;
It darkens every corner of this nation
Those who manage the funds misused it!
It should be used for bridges,
Flood control projects and for infrastructures.
To ease the lives of many,
What happened to these projects?
The budget is all gone!
Not only millions, but billions of pesos!
The results are unfinished building,
Rough roads or substandard infrastructures,
Dilapidated and wrecked bridges,
And even the worst ghost projects.
Where do the funds go?
Where do people's taxes go?
Many of us suffer from lack of food,
Lack of access to healthcare;
Lack of access to quality roads and bridges;
Lack of access to educational needs,
And most of all, drawn us in the havoc of disasters and calamities
While those crocs are dwelling on mansions
Where is their conscience?
May these crocs be seen behind the cold bars.
They should pay for their wrongdoings
Beware of the people's rage;
Beware of taxpayer’s fury;
Beware of the people shouting for justice,
Since we deserve to know the truth!
Next time let us choose leaders,
That will shelter us from storms and disasters
Not those who strained us into wretchedness
We asked God that justice will be served well in the end,
And transparency and peace reigns!
Russia's losses have been greater with their Ukrainian invasion
Compared to nine years in Afghanistan, another miscalculation
Many towns and cities in Ukraine are now being taken back
As Ukrainian defenders launch, a devastating counter attack.
At a river in the Donbas region the Russians tried to cross
But were met with fierce resistance and suffered a great loss
An entire Russian battalion with tanks and vehicles too
Have met with a horrific end, as Ukrainian missiles flew.
How many more losses can the cowardly Russians take?
But they'll never admit, that they have made a grave mistake
Their substandard ageing weapons are being put to the test
And are no match for NATO weapons, which are simply the best.
The first war criminal is in the dock, and his trial is underway
For an act of cold blooded murder and with his freedom he'll pay
He'll no doubt serve time in a prison cell ,for a very long time
But surely that is too lenient and he should be hung for his crime.
Russia will never conquer Ukraine and it's a war they won't win
The civilised world is sending a clear message to Vladimar Putin
Russia's botched invasion has now caused NATO to expand
Two more countries will now join the alliance, Sweden and Finland.
Russia is threatening the West and NATO, saying it may go nuclear
It's just sabre rattling on their part and they're trying to instil fear
Even if they launched their missiles, it would invoke article five
The Russian state would cease to exist and they wouldn't survive.
Russia should now do the honourable thing and admit defeat
And for Putin to give the order to his forces, in Ukraine to retreat
Acts of aggression won't be tolerated and the west will not give way
And if you invade a peaceful country, then a high price you will pay.
Written 15th May 2022
Hell has opened its mouth and spit forth Apollyon.
A brutal beast wrapped in a cloak of deceit.
A grandiose idealist with evil intention.
A reaper of racism.
A shameless rapist of intellectually rigid minds.
An artful ruler of schism.
He lives out loud in his want for a reign of vicious fascism.
Overshadowing the union of a pleading Nation.
The world is ablaze with fear of his reigning anarchy.
There are dawdling tongues and lament songs for abdication.
The faithful lift their faces to heaven and pray for intervention.
The liberals protest against social and economical injustice.
A group of withering supplication to the heartless.
His world is anchored on filth and ruthlessness.
Like many, I live my substandard life under a thunderous cloud.
Stiff back, head high, strong resistant, and proud.
copyright 2017
Looking At the Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
Copyright 2017
March 6, 2017 Looking At the Light From The Bottom Of The Lake
Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories
Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat
Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled
Abraded by wear of near instant replay nostalgia flashes past
A time of Innocence and Recall of pure Joy
Collecting from lucky packets from the five and dime store
He cherished his treasures and assembled a wealth of its own
Built a shiny smooth fortune traded with his mates from next door
Never lost sight of his satchel clinking and clonking at every stride
Foundations of Wealth and Possessions
They only had a small space on the floor boards smelling of wax
Polished the wood and their skills on their knees with great care
Rolled the little balls one at a time to get the closest to the wall
Practised side spins straight lines curve balls ingenious bounce
Perfection and Victory held their suspense
But the little buggers appeared to have a devious thrall of their own
Fell into knotholes swerved back to where they had come from
Ricocheted recoiled or stayed idle deviated from inglorious norms
Some disappeared in the pantry just in time for a substandard deviation
Snookered in unintended Diversity
Today he respects outliers and dispersion from a delusive tendency
Cherishes and embraces people and places and different paradigms
Which include eccentricity oddballs and nonconformist dissidents
Finds beauty in a spread of reasons emotions and different drifts
When Loneliness strikes he looks fondly at his Marbles
28th June 2019
I want a plain substandard coffin,
Wide enough to contain my wishes,
The dreams that danced like fireflies,
Flickering in the night of my soul,
A much more humbled prospect;
A faultless, unadulterated vision,
Where simplicity cradles my last breath,
And the weight of excess melts away,
Like morning mist beneath the sun.
I want a bare but pure funeral,
An ordinary unembellished service,
Where the air is thick with the essence of being,
And the echoes of my laughter linger,
A soft reminder of a life well-lived.
With a short funeral hymn to rest my body,
In the soft embrace of the earth,
Perfect words worded perfectly,
Into the fit painted by another Kline,
A brushstroke of grace on the canvas of grief.
So when the cries of the remnants of Leteng bong,
Resound like a distant thunderstorm,
Goaded by emotions so strong,
They hum a little song,
A melody of memories and whispers,
A gentle lullaby for the weary heart,
A short funeral hymn to rest my body,
In the know of mine,
Form:
Nation’s Damnable Blight
Black slender man, bent twig on the branch of a slave’s family tree,
Planted in white culture during infamous time of our history,
From seed transported in the belly of those infernal slave ships.
Bitter tears flowing from his eyes; angry words pouring from his lips.
Spent by long days in fields under hot skies of one hundred degrees,
Living in substandard shacks: wife and babes bearing winter’s freeze.
Broken panes breach for frigid wind; shabby roofs sieve for cold raindrops,
Family worked from sun up to dark to reap the precious crop.
Truth is, most were prisoners of the system evil men devised.
Many struggling to be free from what politicians camouflaged.
Wisdom overrules such folly and the proverb is most profound;
Holding one down makes holder as much a captive as one held down.
This nation, “land of the brave and free”, held out freedom’s lamp to all,
Went out one ominous night and over “liberty’s lamp” threw a pall.
Had wiser men with hearts of love been ruled by God’s Divine Light,
Black and white would have been spared this great nation’s damnable blight.
Morning glory _
From our car
Along the hilly path
Numerous they're
With the attention
of doing math
In their voice
A guitar
Colorful headgear
Off and on
mutual whispers
The Tea Pluckers
Mingled with the green
Humming and plucking
Unique discipline
Never a machine
Sometimes carrying
their babies on their backs
While moms work
Babies relax
In sun and shadows
Day after day
On substandard pay
Mostly illiterate
Inconsiderate employer
Do you feel a jerk?
In addition
unpaid domestic work
Through the ages
The same pages in the book
The same hook
Same tired look
No brook
Many a blade
No cascade
Delicate tea leaves
believe the tender hands
Just the touches
between the skins
No command
The soft tender stem
Approvingly expand
Smilingly withstands
The pain of being torn
Thorns of death
At the love-smeared hands
of mothers
Or lovers?
The Tea Pluckers
Six Hundred Boys
Six hundred boys were singing in the hall
Six hundred boys were singing in the hall
Six hundred boys were singing there
Singing out a secret prayer
Six hundred boys were singing in the hall
Angelic voices bouncing off the walls
Angelic voices bouncing off the walls
Praying, there would be no pain
The masters, they would show restrain
Angelic voices bouncing off the walls
Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod
Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod
For sliding down the banister
Failing to call the master SIR
Bend over boy, it’s time you got the rod
Bend over boy, and get six of the best
Bend over boy, and get six of the best
You shouldn’t be a fighting
Substandard is your writing
Bend over boy, and get six of the best
Touch your toes, hear the swish of cane
Think of England as the blows a reign
Stiff upper lip, as you’re hit
Must remember all that ****
Touch your toes, hear the swish of cane
Six hundred boys were singing in the hall
Six hundred boys standing, proud and tall
Six hundred boys were singing there
Singing out their secret prayer
Angelic voices bouncing off the walls
I come through the birth canal alone but I have never really ever been alone I have knowledge man's knowledge it is substandard the words are finite I speak and spell them out but it's not quite I have God's word and I'm not alone I have a saving a savior who took all my sins he died for me I have Christ Christ alone upon redemption in my minimum faith minor league I stand for fixed I have God the grace I have grace alone with the faith of a mustard seed I have faith alone other than God's glory I have God's glory alone ~and when it's all said and done I am never ever alone
3/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022