I saw the rain march
across the asphalt it stepped
sheets in unison.
Sometimes it feels like Time is my enemy
Because it is flying by and life is moving on
without my sweet son
Today is eleven months since he went to heaven
and both my body and my soul are crying out
in pain and grief and I am missing him with my whole being
How DARE life move on, is how I feel one minute
and the next minute God will reveal to me that life is a gift
and he isn't finished with me here on Earth
So, I am living life, but a part of me is gone and will never
be here on earth again. I keep telling myself to put one foot
in front of the other and do what I have to do, but why?
Because it won't change things to curl up in a corner and
cry all day, it will just make me feel miserable and sad
but I will lean on God and know he is with me today and every day!
Soft marches
spawn bravado
and cavalier soldier
He who scoffs
at distant gunfire
to meet its fury
Untested untried
untempered
his blade of little worth
As conflict preys
on the folly
— of the paper lion
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
No Kings Day
Everyday
The fear I felt last November
Has
Swollen
Like a Hindenberg blimp directly
Overhead
Seconds from exploding
Time and space back to 1775.
How
Now sent troops’ marching feet
Bear a din, underscoring beat,
Compelling
Alarm
Urgently
To ask, to answer the question:
How might we align
our democracy against any
autocratic insurrection?
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God bless us everyone
For years America bordered on insane
~ ‘til ICE removed its migraine
Medals on frames stood upright and straight,
Like guns marching on bloody road to Death March
At eighteen, he bore the pellets of war’s cause
Fingers wounded by splinters from a grenade
Spawned by raw courage for freedom’s glory
He counted black hours guarding his troops;
Piloting aircraft and landing on muddy swamp
Worse was the order to kick his dead friend, Paul.
Black nights fed thinner ribs with brisk attacks
Riddling air with roulette of mortar sounds,
Yet country’s honor soared higher than gray winds
A testament for a man of lofty ideals.
Tales of grit, battle scars wrapped in dignity
A body resting on heroes’ graveyard, our flag rising;
Until the end, code of gallantry filled life’s moments
Of one general, dear Dad, your spirit walks with me.
2nd place
Yesterday was Pi Day;
Today it is the Ides.
Monday is St. Patrick’s Day,
Where Irish pride resides.
The rest of March is nondescript
But as the month unspools,
We’re heading toward the date
To celebrate those April fools!
My musings launched into the stratosphere
Marching to Mars’ trending atmosphere
It's 2025
At midnight it’ll arrive
I’ll be taking time out in the new year
In the year 2025, we will rise and strive
With voices strong, our spirits thrive
Marching forth, hand in hand
To make America great, we take a stand
© daniel miltz
In fiery halls where shadows play
A voice that echoes, bold and bray
Trump marches forth, come what may
© daniel miltz
Marching Caterpillar
So the caterpillar has many feet;
Yet He’s not in the army, nor eats meat;
He has rhythm dances a funky beat git down;
Addiction now doesn’t have any teeth frowns;
Running down, the crowded streets;
12/10/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
It isn't easy to save the world
With your back on the asphalt
Crawling with carpenter ants that
Yes even they
Want you out of the way
I'd head home to the building with no AC
Bring my friends back with
A trail of sugar cubes
But I tried it
Even the insects won't go inside it
I think I'll close my eyes, here in this parking spot
Until somebody asks me if I am okay
And I'll, groggy, tell them "Yeah, right,"
This is just what I do
But probably, neither are you
Hey there!
Marching man.
Got a machine gun.
In your hands.
So, you know
How to run.
Stone cold.
Burning gas.
The fife with drum.
And claymores blast
You won't cut or run.
When time comes to stand.
The total Bad Ass.
Knows that they can.
American soldier.
A marching Man.
Tremors shake beneath trepidatious feet.
To shake when shooken offers scents of defeat.
Took in thine imagery from perches unseen.
Salivating secretions ooze and seep secrecy.
Scantily clad corruptions do sit upright.
Smirking shards the aimless beacon leads.
Lapping pools of torment to endless vacancy.
Loser coagulates down under unsettled concrete.
Locked moments buried flags of victory.
Written on Feb-23-2024
As
The
Band marched
In the big
Parade, music played.
Trombones, drums. piccolo and flutes
Filled the air with happy song as they marched right along.
Marvelous music put everyone in a cheery mood and filled every heart with song.
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