My bin is full
Rubbish arrives every day
And takes what time I might have left
To simply throw away.
Its energy is ceaseless,
Its will to be, absurd,
Its essence, non-increaselessness
(though I doubt that's a word).
In truth, what I fain cling to,
And hold my essence at,
Is what I must unsling to,
And simply useless tat.
What I must throw, or just let go,
Upon the rubbish heap,
Is what was me, and I decide,
I need no longer keep.
Reality is never where we live.
We live, wherever we meaningfully live,
Forever.
zesty ropedancer meaningfully hobnailed honeydew folklore evermore
myriad sunburn translocation sapiently mistaking your platypus
impious prognosticator gnaw mono recordbook thereabouts
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
always abatable from
anyplace but tuscaloosa
cockamamy downstream bunny
descriptive complain brewing
mistaking birthright crisis
meaningfully turmoil tryst
unvalued unpasteurized ureteritis
stewing vaticinate dejection
deflective firm folklore
through gynecologist communications
episodic honeydew gnaw
a crisply blunted
cheeseboard doorstopper looping
merry as can
be for evermore
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
an axiomatic actuary always axiomatically anyplace again
could credulously careless cubist complain crisply to cezanne
I,in impious indelicate indwelling ionized internment
me,meaningfully merry, mistaking my myriad mono
telefax this turmoil & toil thereabouts through to their tryst
would that I could be meaningfully descriptive
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
I’m declaring a personal rebrand.
I’ve a new personality at the beach.
On the way here (to Heraclee) - on the train
or the Uber - my ambitions and inhibitions
dissolved, without apology.
Frivolity is basal here, not some accessory -
we take our unseriousness seriously here.
If someone asks us about our plans,
we feel slightly attacked - what plans?
We left those behind, in Paris,
and we were happy to get rid of them.
I decided long ago, quite firmly, not to be miserable.
I’ve a real, stubborn insistence on joy.
After my first week here, I’ve practically forgotten AI panic,
crazy presidents, foreign wars and social media multipliers -
instead, I picked out matching pjs, cover-ups and string bikinis.
We have hard decisions to make though - even here - like,
‘Should we stare meaningfully at the ocean - or hookup?’
.
.
:
I remember the sun by XTC
More Than This by Roxy Music
.
.
*80s music seems to fit the beach
Just a kiss , beloved iowa , kiss you on your lips
Meaningfully, fully denotes, I love you witness
A tight hug means I won't let you go
Beloved I just want you to know
A tight hug means I won't ever let you go
Just a kiss, just a kiss
Visions , we look upon into our souls eye to eye
MeanIngful U and I matter to me
I kiss you on your forehead stay with me
You hold my waist and I'm not leaving.
Sweetly i received thee
------- just a taste so sweetly.Just a kiss
A tight hug means I won't ever let you go
Just a kiss just a kiss
I'll kiss you on your neck.Your mind
Fingering your hair , a taste of your heart
Say it softly , kissing your cheeks so sweet
I'm drawn to you.I kiss your sweet head
You who I call my darling
Just a kiss
You're my world smiling kiss. I trust you a kiss On the shoulder. Don't go your kiss my hand
I receive your affections
Just to kiss one of our love language. Practically that policies, so it could happen again. this so I relish, just a kiss
5/3/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I could map you
against your shadows
measure diminishing echoes
check allotted expectations
or offer you recognition
paint you in
be deliberate in observation
unwavering in conviction
that you belong in this place
and this time
does it matter who your witness is
are you undone if I discount myself
when without question
I see you
I could fixate forever on co-existence
an ache for canvas, paint, words
to secure immortality
missing completely
how fleeting forever might feel in reality
~ witnessed for a moment
but meaningfully ~
I might call out more
call out to the rows of trees
how I see them
each and every one lining a path
bouncing the light
grasping pieces of solitude
that might otherwise swallow us up
I can do nothing about my ache
but I can see your beauty
and be absorbed by it
Can I be your divine love like his Dharani?
Can I be another reason why you're happy?
Can I be why you live more meaningfully?
Can I be the one who knows you truly?
Can you be my god in human form?
Can you be why my romance shall reform?
Can you be the one who calms my storm?
Can you be what becomes the new norm?
Can you and I be together beyond forever?
Can you and I learn to be better, together?
Can you and I always be filled with fervor?
Can you and I also unite in the hereafter?
Can we continue being teacher and student?
Can we love without being codependent?
Can we thrive on being lovingly transparent?
We can: because our love is Godsent.
away from the unconscious bias in the world
i escape my comfort zone and open up my mind and my heart
new ways of doing introduce themselves to me
new worlds worth seeing welcomes me with unexpected open arms
new people with interesting personalities meaningfully school me as well as own me with the best intent
tears flow rather freely because i am experiencing and discovering beyond complicated, constipated fear
i am totally and completely inspired to find out about and experiment with More
away from the unconscious bias of the world
The recent, decent, authorised remaster -
now deeper, fuller, meaningfully vaster,
it’s done its fifty years – this one’s a laster!
I don’t care if you’re reggaeton or Rasta,
you worship Satan, Seti, Zoroaster -
just play this baby for your priest or pastor –
it’s early Fleetwood Mac, but cooler, faster –
so get it grooving on your ghetto blaster!
Abandon Grand Theft Auto, drop your Dune,
and scrap your Patti Smith and Patti Boone:
just get more Gilmour (boy, that boy can croon!)
and Roger Waters, nicely out of tune:
the rest is paltry. Daltrey’s picayune.
I’ll meet you on the Dark Side of the Moon!
All I need is inspiration,
To write poetry every morning
As the sun is dawning.
All is I need is dedication,
To write poetry every evening,
And even when I’m sleeping.
All I need is my heart beating,
To write poetry with a passion,
In any style or fashion,
I write a poem on just a whim,
And go out on a limb,
I the beholder see beauty in everything.
I can write alliteration,
And careful of misinformation,
I write love poems with flirtation,
With careful deliberation,
Striving towards fair direction,
Love our poetic generation.
My muse eager to co-operate,
As we generate and contemplate,
And meaningfully corroborate.
Should I not be happy with my poem,
With its title, content, or a name,
I move to a process of elimination,
Poetry my passion and intoxication.
I see us smoking what we've grown from our seedlings.
I see us singing songs of our harmonizings.
I see us growing from our pains.
I see us sharing all of our gains.
I see us dancing slowly to our favourite melodies.
I see us consuming our newest remedies.
I see us sleeping again in each other's arms.
I see us showing off each other's charms.
I see us swimming together in the sea.
I see us travelling together, feeling so free.
I see us kissing each other so deeply.
I see us conversing again so meaningfully.
I see us living in our home.
I see us holding hands wherever we roam.
I see us finally being together forever.
I see us taking care of each other when under the weather.
February 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 21-22
Key Verse– Numbers 21:3 And the LORD hearkened to the voice of Israel, and delivered up the Canaanites; and they utterly destroyed them and their cities: and he called the name of the place Hormah.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO HEARKENS TO OUR PRAYER VOICE
Praise be to God for hearkening to our prayer voice:
Delivering us mightily
Dealing with us mercifully
Defending us majestically
Driving us meaningfully
Directing us manageably
Numbers 21:34 Praise be to the Lord for delivering us by His:
Guarding hands toward triumphant servanthood
Guiding holiness of true sanctification
Girding hope along tenacious standards
Goading help with trustworthy strength
Gripping hoisting up against terrible selfishness
Numbers 22:38 Praise be to the Saviour Who puts
in our mouth what we must speak about, which is His:
Word upon prevailing truth
Ways midst powerful teaching
Will along profitable testimony
Work of perfect task
Worth so peaceful against trials. Amen.
February 20, 2024
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