Your image is engraved within my eyes,
Your scent is hidden within my breath.
Your memory is carved into every step I take.
Yet, standing here before the vast blue Atlantic,
I am less than a single grain of sand,
On this beach that lies momentarily asleep.
The Y chromosome in men
is being edited down
kowtowed
to fit a template.
The Y once forked
like a tree,
now flickers—
to "why"? — not be this,
or "why"? — not be that,
as the gene scripts
are overwritten by the
X chromosome’s map.
The mere male masculinity
has indeed become
just that—mere!
Mum!
Alive not living,
Past era keeps reliving...
Freedom's misgiving.
Independence sighs,
What freedom frankly denies...
Cum pure lawful guise.
Where one sorrow smiles...
In democratic cool styles,
That shield violent miles.
Eyes travels in mind,
How leaders should have been kind,
But greedily blind
Right to live on earth-
Is no Nigerians by birth,
Only Govts have worth.
Unlike the Indians,
They are humanitarians
But ours- comedians.
Indians celebrate...
When will Nigeria equate,
What growth's checks operate?
Like how courtship's will,
Wish marriage's freedom fulfill...
Relationship's thrill.
Independence day,
India and Indians to weigh...
How hell the past stray!
Congratulations!
I don't know who is she
Where she come from
Or what she does for a living
But how beautiful she is
When i look at her and
I know nothing else
But the mere evidence
Oh, touch -me-not plant, Are you a mere sleepy plant?, I am a shy plant.
The words we speak can bring life or bring death..
It could be the suicide, of the persons last breath..
Be mindful of your thoughts before you impart..
You never know when, that could finish a heart..
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Mere mehboob, tumse hi toh sab hai,
Tumse hai khushboo, tumse gulshan ka rang hai.
Tere bina ye duniya veeraan si lagti,
Tum ho toh har mod pe jeene ka ang hai.
Tumse hai meri khushi, tumse hai mera gham,
Tum se hai ye sukoon, tumse hi hai karam.
Meri duniya mein jo bhi roshni hai,
Woh bas tumse hi to hai, tumhara hi asar hai.
Tum ho toh chaand bhi roshan, taare bhi roshan,
Tum bin to yeh aalam bhi soona, har sapna bekaran.
Mere mehboob, tumse hi hai mera jahaan,
Tum ho mere jazbaat, tum ho meri pehchaan.
MERE WORDS
A word or phrase that will always speak
Meaning and inspiration for all to hear
An ever constant challenge to the meek
A word or phrase that will always speak
The power of creation when at its peak
Unafraid of language as sword or spear
A word or phrase that will always speak
Meaning and inspiration for all to hear
A word or phrase that will always speak
An ever constant challenge to the meek
The power of creation when at its peak
Unafraid of language as sword or spear
Meaning and inspiration for all to hear
Yet can make both love or hate appear
He thinks he’s a phenomenon,
An orange, when he’s mere lemon.
The more he gets the squeeze,
The more proves an ass he’s,
A kind that higher goes,
The more tends to expose
Like a monkey on tree
Whose rear we all can see,
One who lacks sense not so common.
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Happenings |11.09.2024| USA, political, Humour
Pet’s note: This is third in a series of three limericks on current happenings in USA. An ass here means the quadruped, Some, so sensitive, may please note.
When life's journey folds in on itself,
Becomes a jumble, in clattered confusion,
it's wise to hold back,
and stall the footfall.
To disassemble the journey and saga,
into it's component parts,
and lines in play.
To revert to time's tick tock routine,
taking one step, one mere step,
before every second one,
reflecting on each moment,
dissected,
and stepped,
upon.
startled fox turns with his fluffy tail down
His fur he wears like an amber kingly gown
Against the forest wall, he gives so much color
Hiding in the thicket is his older brother
His teeth have barely come in, he is a baby
Will he run off like a frightened deer? Possibly
He skitters away; now his beautiful tail is up.
He is a kit, I realize, not a dog, pet or a pup.
Ah, Timothy dear friend
Did she steal your heart
Cut you with those razor eyes of beauty
Break you in two
You’re just a man, mere mortal
Never in this world could you tie her down
No jewels, no cars, no house
Just free to take your soul
But you’ve been lucky dear friend
Bittersweet it may feel
No flesh to console
Just a heavy heart
Ah, Timothy dear friend
The game of love is cruel
But would you change it
No
We all want to be on
If only for a time
That beautiful journey.
Wierded by your stumpish quirks
foolish retorical ramblings
unrelated to any topic
with objectiives
that jive against the
needs of our relationship
lacking lusteris something dull
in need of attention
might we speak of the vase
it's beauty is marvel from
it's appeal
but it lacks the care a good
varnishing could bring
the chimera leaves us hoping
that our lack of interest in shelacing
cause us to make myth of the deed and doings
yet we still keep interest in the possession
of the vase due to
both our love of it
and our desire to extract it's power
by owning it
but when we are most eager
to be loved
we gain interest in one another
love details our need to belong to one another
might we never part
it's kismel a zest of living and loving one another
I am more than mere
man I am covenant plan
energies spanned
~
abundantly graced
filled, and forgiven in space
God particles based
~
more am I mere am
spaced redeemed revive blessed
I am more than mere
1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
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