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When night hands over the baton,
Dawn rushes to the horizon,
To steal shimmer and rose gold,
From the palette of the sun.
He attires her in rays of yellow,
And tangents of white light,
She turns into day, a beauteous bride,
Coy and mellow or radiant and bright.
Mounts with mist and rivers that twist,
Fields with grain waltzing in the rain,
Seas that shine and plains full of kine,
Valleys full of blossom, secure in its bosom.
The minuscule man, in wondrous awe,
Cries in glee, 'O Nature O!'
Rubs his eyes, gawking in reverence,
At this marvelous creation of Providence.
As the day grows old, his machines are rolled,
Over rivers and plains, and mounts are holed,
The organized chaos of his naive methods,
Deepens Natures wounds, and they fester.
His plastic chokes her, his oil is a polluter,
With his foolish acts, he digs his grave deeper,
Years of systemic abuse has done the earth loose,
Acrid air n' deprived tracts, he does little to save.
Men of science gather far and near,
To discuss the matter and ponder in fear,
The wasted path their fellow men have taken,
Will lead them down to a point of no return.
While they only talk and ponder,
The rest proceed to cut and plunder,
With the crown of fury firmly on her head,
Gentle hued Nature, she turns fuming red.
Famine, earthquake, floods follow,
The minuscule man, with his ego hollow,
Reduced to an element of utter pathos,
Pays hard for his wicked ethos,
Laments through his assured destruction,
Yelps and cries, 'O Nature O!'.
III.
But I had a much higher purpose now,
damned or not, I would serve the True God,
for thirty years I served with my brothers,
upon a humble path I faithfully trod.
Maybe I wasn’t a miracle worker,
though I saved lost pilgrims in my time,
age etched lines in my brothers’ faces,
but it had no effect upon mine.
The abbot swore newcomers to secrecy
about the truth of my vampiric fate,
and I guess I believed I’d just go on
serving an eternity in this way.
But one day as the sun started to set,
I looked out upon a terrible sight:
A small girl running, screaming in fear
as a wolf closed on in for a bite.
I hesitated for just a moment,
the sun was high enough that I would burn,
but the terrified cries of a five-year old
were not something from which I could turn.
I sprinted out with unnatural speed,
instantly my skin erupted in flames,
raced past the girl, thrust my burning hand
to the wolf with jaws of snapping rage.
The fire seared both myself and the beast,
with frantic yelps of pain he then ran off,
I staggered back, my pale skin burned to black,
bits of flesh had flaked off and were lost.
I made it back to the small gatehouse
and I collapsed in the shadows within,
the abbot ran close, with my fading strength
I weakly tried to say goodbye to him.
But he just looked down, said,”We need blood.
Run to the chapel and fetch me the wine!”
A brother raced off, returned with the jug,
made no sense to my greatly pained mind.
He filled a chalice, look to the Heavens,
said,”Lord, I know that I am no priest.
But if he must die, let him drink of Your blood,
let him take part at last in Your mercy.”
I felt this would be a fitting way to die,
burned by the holy blood of my Lord.
But when I drank I did not feel the fire,
in fact I didn’t feel pain anymore!
I didn’t see it myself, but they say
that the charred skin beat a fast retreat,
and through the haze I managed to feel
a deep breath and a steady heart-beat!
When I sat up the sun came through a window
and it fell harmlessly upon my skin,
I felt true hunger, thirty years overdue,
by His power I once more was human!
They said In Him All Things Are Possible,
and I suppose I am the living truth,
strangest of all I still looked a young man,
blessed with the power and passion of youth...
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Throughout the animal kingdom,
There are commonalities, don’t you think?
One of the strongest among them
Is an inborn maternal instinct.
She wouldn’t leave her litter
To go outside and save herself;
Instead she stayed beside them
And barked and howled for help.
He rushed into the burning building,
Not sure of what he’d find;
The smoke and fire very thick,
Making him practically blind.
He followed a path to the sounds
Of the barking, howls and yelps;
Being a dog owner himself,
He knew he had to help.
He found them in the laundry room;
A mother dog and her six pups.
He used an empty laundry basket
To pick the newborns up.
She stayed close to his side
As he led them out of harms way;
He checked out each of her little pups
To make sure they were okay.
Sometimes we wonder if animals feel
The same emotions that we do;
The lick she planted on his face
Sure felt like gratitude.
Throughout the years this fireman
Had rescued many souls,
But the rescue of this dog and pups
Is the one he most often told.
NOTE: In verse 5, instead of "mother dog" I wanted to use the accepted term for a
mother dog - "b_tch", but PS would not accept that word - damn, I mean darn!
See the sneering of the student,
I think she's angry at the rodent.
She finds it hard to see the kitten,
Overshadowed by her shiny mittens,
Who is that standing near the truck?
I think she'd like to run a muck
.
She is but an exciting student,
Yet scared as she sits upon the foment
So set and yes she screams help,
As the rodent rats run whelps and yelps.
Racing wiggles in out of alley
Leaping out trashcans stinking, smelly.
So set and yes she screams help,
As the rodent rats run whelps and yelps.
She’s so sneering still the student,
I think she's scared of the rodent
1/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
They said that they were building
a great society,
that poverty would be vanquished,
brought down onto its knees.
So they gave lots of hand-outs
to the destitute and poor,
and every year they cried ‘compassion,’
we must always give more.
But almost from the very start
problems arose unforeseen,
hitting home so very hard
in the inner cities.
With welfare checks coming in
there was no need for a man,
didn’t matter if you worked or not,
you’d still have cash in hand.
And the more kids you had alone,
the more money they’d send you,
incentivizing single parenthood,
a horrible thing to do.
Thus the families fell apart,
and for children it sucked,
starting from a broken home
leaves the youth out of luck.
Seventy percent of urban children,
born out of wedlock,
the foundations of society
this situation rocked.
The teenage boys had it the worse,
unchecked masculinity,
with no fathers to reign it in,
leads to criminality
And, of course, these violent gangs
prey on business and shops,
so most just up and moved away,
taking with them the jobs.
Even if you want to work hard
and fight for your escape,
there’s few places left to punch a clock
and earn your daily pay.
All of this the consequence
of an old desire to help,
point out the vicious cycle
and the P.C. crowd all yelps.
They have to see the futility,
yes, I think that they know,
but their only way into office
lies in bribing for votes.
Get a person hooked on hand-outs,
gives you leverage and sway,
“Vote for me on election night,
or the money goes away…”
Well all know this is detestable,
that free men don’t do this,
but long ago some decided it
was a ‘small’ price for office.
The endless cycle now created
is one of grinding pain,
they made cities vote plantations,
and gave people longer chains.
But the future does not have to
be miserable, bereft,
to end this man-made travesty,
turn your backs on the left.
Hope You see my tears,
In my bedroom sheet.
Hope You hear my yelps,
When I’m hiding alone.
Hope You answer me,
When I’m talking myself.
Hope You speak with me,
In my silent room.
I pray to you my Lord!
Each time I’m down,
Each moment I’m unwell,
Each time I’m defeated
Each moment I’m embarrassed.
I trust you my Lord!
When I’m pained,
When I’m confused,
When everybody disagrees…
Cause’ I know You won’t fail.
Your power will shower upon me
Struggles will diminish,
Aches will be gone.
Pain will turn to joy,
Defeat will strengthen me more.
I’m blessed so much!
To have You on my side.
Forever and Always.
I push random thoughts around my plate.
Two slide off
I glance up.
Who saw?
No one is paying attention.
So I scoop them back up.
Eat them with honey mustard dressing.
What were they? My aunt asks.
She is the only other author in the family.
Jerkiness and Fear, I tell her.
Good thing you ate them, she said.
I just devoured anger and rage, myself.
I laughed, for she just ate two of my favorite words.
Too bad we did not exchange them.
An entire phrase is poured out of the milk container.
No milk today? According to "no milk today," this is correct.
How is your food? My aunt asks,
Knowing me well.
I shrug, watching Be and Quiet prance onto her hand,
pinching her softly.
She yelps. I look at her and smile.
Your imagination is getting carried away, she says.
We smile.
By day six I was antsy
Stayed in my room all morning
I knew this would happen
While the glass-shatter of the ocean waves
And yelps of surprise from scores of little kids
Drifted in
Through my opened balcony doors
From the beach below
Made the mistake of paying attention to my phone
And the more I did
It seemed
The more emails dinged
Like an elevator arriving at my floor.
Last night a waiter ruined it all
As my wife and I were showing off
Dining outdoors at a fancy restaurant.
At first he thought us hicks
With a giant yawn in front of us
But then we spent $15.00 x 4 Specialty Mules in chilled copper cups
And $27.00 on a spicy Tuna Tar-Tar special-of-the-night appetizer
Sea Bass 40 bucks
Rib Eye 45
He then brought an ashtray though I had no cigarette
Told him we’d finish it off right
With cheesecake scooped in homemade raspberry sauces $17.00
By then we’d been there an hour and a half
Though I made a deal with the waiter
Don’t rush us and we won’t rush you
He said deal
So the female manager delivered the delectable cheesecake
With the bill.
I handed over my card and asked for two spoons
Asked her if gratuity was included
Yes she said 18% and rolled her eyes
Flapped off
I added another 30
She swooped back like a seagull for a dropped French fry
Flew away with the signed bill
And just as we teetered up from our little table
Taut with white table cloth
To walk back to our hotel
Amongst the lighted jewels of Collins Avenue
The waiter popped his head out
And yelled across the patio packed with North Miami elite
Thank you for the extra tip!
I thought as if
He was just checking that we hadn’t made a dumb mistake
Or was using us
To shame the others.
That’s when I got homesick for Michigan
Because I wasn’t sure.
Lucy’s earthly journey ended
and she is now in Pet Heaven,
just a mere five years old, but she left a hole the size of the Grand Canyon
in the heart of a blue-eyed earth angel.
Karyn waited at the big gate for her,
arms open wide,
tears streaming down her cheeks.
Her sister’s, Lulu — her beloved dog —
took her final breath,
wrapped safely in her mother’s arms.
No longer in pain, she runs free,
leaping, playing, without a care,
feasting on delights without end —
her bowl always full for the taking.
No more belly aches, no rushing to the vet —
just boundless joy and endless peace.
Yet her brown eyes soften for a moment,
looking down on her human mother and brother,
their love still tethered to her soul.
But then — a familiar face appears —
Kaia, her Newfoundland big sister, comes bounding near,
welcoming her with licks and happy yelps,
running circles around an angel —
an angel with brown hair and warm brown eyes.
Karyn smiles through her tears,
opening her arms wide once more.
And softly she whispers,
“They are safe with me, my sister.
I will watch over them,
just as you watched over them — and me.
Sleep in peace,
knowing we will all be together one day,
completing the circle,
as written in the stars.”
Then Lucy pipes up,
“Leave my favourite window open, Mom.
That is where you will find me when you need me.”
Faithful Beloved Companion
Lucy Klassen
February 29, 2020
March 11, 2025
damona, look at where we are
you seem to know
have you been here before
the way that your eyes are lighting up, i think i have my answer
i just laugh as the waves crash saying hello to us
i thank God that you found me
i think of my mother now
she died of colon cancer with her mouth open still trying to fight
the last time i saw her there was something about the smile on her face
question marks are sea gulls as summertime snowflakes
damona yelps me out of my reverie and quiet thought
as we walk on the empty beach
i think about how malnourished damona was and the message God sent me
i went on about the lost material items
i cried about the money that i wished that i still had
i cursed everyone without knowing that i was actually doing so
however, they are living their lives and celebrating their better choices
damona is showing signs of hunger and thirst like me
i reach into my bag and prepare our brunch and water
partially satisfied, we walk on while saying hello to the sun
we discover right then and there what we both took for granted
we sit still and embrace our Blessings, which now consists of many merged little things