Line up weirdos in my mind -
every freak and Frankensteind -
you, duck-billed platypeau,
my aquatic portmanteau,
each hominid and hippogrift
in the East African Valley Rift,
bugged-eyed beasts, all wall-mounted -
oddballs in my head, be counted.
Kingdom’s ways
Sunrises to Sunsets
Days into many tomorrow’s
Praising to the highest
Blessings for sure
Saw my life up close
Visions Heaven showed me
Virtues mounted
Night dreams
Skies to my heart
Spiritual wise
Creation Whole
Heaven’s Promise
My place to roam
Peaceful and Calm
Joyful and Prayer
My story embraced in Heaven’s name
Keep walking in the glory aim
Lead me on to where milk, Honey and waters flow
You know my name and have called me
Here I am
By and By understanding
The one day now
My Grand Mother often spoke
Now I know
Here I am
The walk and Talk
Here I am
Summers hosting a heated draught boil caster,
Mounted rays of sun pouring on earths soil
Abundantly temperate rises environments- brasher
Space satellite mounted orbits machines caster
The heat rays’ blast-- invisible blasters
Air conditioners hum a song boil
The third cloud on the right sets a caster
The boiling heat of summer’s burns the soil
--The temperature burns so
Environments place in time summer- blasters
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Triolet
Someday God will call you, you will be in the court of God, presenting your life story, the good the bad, the what if and what you did.
Someday God, may call you, to walk by his words and his ways, making all the others look with amazement.
Someday God may shine his mercy, his love, his anger, his might toward you, making you unable to hide from his light and sight.
Someday God, may end our story, give up on us for all of our sin has mounted so high that there is no end.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
In the end, a wire coat hanger
formed an effective solution
not elegant,
then neither was my first car
to which it was inserted
in the spot where once
a snazzy electric antenna
would rise and fall
as the radio was activated.
The reception just adequate
for the inadequate speakers;
Halfords specials,
clumsily mounted
on the rear parcel shelf
bracketing the nodding dog.
Major Tom
fighting against
my grinding gear changes
on my way to Brighton
on four wheels
for the first time.
if ninety fine
slightly mounted mint
chipmunks can sub-
sist on tiny yin
fins tied togeth-
er like some jamba-
laya snort cakes
zen can you imag-
ine all of the Vandals that would be sacking those very
same cakes when in Rome?
A tree has fallen sadly, strongly pulling out all the roots that were mounted by the ground. Hitting straight downwards with no plans of being revived.
The fear of the fallen world has landed in the mud, creating a great series of unsettling feeling raining down in streams in-between the branches.
Leaving steady branches to raise the thorns by force with no luck the tree has no breath to blossom.
Leaves lingering in the air like lost plastics.
And then there was light behind where the tree was stalling, proclaiming its nature to never fall. Leaving it's fat presence known even by a topographic map. Landing a mark of eternity.
The sight of seeing behind became weary.
All though the tree took years to fall, but finally the air felt fresh enough to awaken what laid behind.
As days and weeks passed by, the disbelief of a fallen world became normal, a month passed and the soil consumed what was made to return on earth.
As it has been written what was made unholy will parish. The branches where weak shaken by the tree. But the lingering leaves landed better and became a bigger tree that took years to seed and sealed with the soil.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
The guiles of spiders are designed to fetch
Life-support prey seldom of an own kind.
If wild cats hunt, it’s only food to find--
What ye call beasts, in heart hate never hatch,
Nor in hostility the hunted catch
And only kill to fill a hungry maw
In a highly held un-writ wildlife law:
Slay to survive or get slain if no match,
Knowing not else but do just as designed,
Unlike O men hunting’s thy pass-time game,
A trophy wall-mounted in flashy frame,
Purblind, heedless, ye alone hunt own kind
Thus, crowning thee as lord of death in shame
Ye write a tale of thy blood-be-soaked name.
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Musings | 08.11.2012/revised July 2026 | beast, kill, joy, men, wild, Sonnet
Note: And I am tempted to add two more sonnet endings:
To call it sport that goes to fetch thy end
In slaying lives on whom thine own depend.
Till one day Earth twirls inverted thy claim,
And he who thought him hunter turneth game.
Standing proud on the Hudson River
Built for the world to see
Essence golden
Encouraging immigrants to visit America and stay
Beacon of Hope
Setting the standards of desire
Transformation into survival reality
Lady Liberty entry
Embarking full force on Freedom
Wisdom understanding
Journeying ships far and wide
Everlasting commitment
Tomorrow and arriving today permanent
Around the globe a set sail
Dreams mounted without fail
Multitudes of heritage
Languages spoken from every native tongue
New York City renaissance of transcend
Lady Liberty assurance
Constitution policy like insurance
Total guarantee
Lady Liberty concept with an agenda being a promise.
3D environment
Through the storms
Don’t be alarmed
Stand in courage
Endure strength
Refreshing rain
Cleansing with no stain
Smell of newness
Being the witness
Heaven’s brand
Heart embraces
Accelerating time
Moment and hour
Flash of lightning formation
Roar of thunder the voice of preparation
Sudden calmness that follows
Peace be still
Revelation divine
Standing in blessing
Praise mounted
Praying hands lifted.
The look up
Climbing
Enchanted moment
High above
Among the mountains
Valleys deep below
Flowing waterfalls and running streams seen
Horizon aligned
Observing flying birds
Soaring in their comfort zone
Dreams only imagined
Passing breezes
Refreshing dwells
Every breath taken in and out
Heaven’s sensation
Thoughts within
Tomorrow’s voice
Today’s preparation
Climbing back down to reality
Wonders yonder
Warmth of destined sun
Enchanted feel
Destiny found
Opportunity granted
Assurance mounted
Being among the mountains reach.
Pride who elevates itself
For worth does overshadow
The lesser and low
More tyrant general's, king's
From horse and dais mounted
A god's robes outspread.
Against the back drop of green leaf copses, dulcet bird chirp, and bubbling pavement fountains,
that dawning from the azure blue sky a silken whisper,
to follow street signs on my route to work with ample gusto and much verve,
each metal
pointer to destination a micro mirror on its surround,
stoic indicator of direction, that upright unique urban compass,
clustered by behemoth scenic grandeur at its mint spring zenith,
and surging throngs who sashay in brisk step patterns so diverse yet firmly focussed,
as I am whilst counting on that reference point, that fixed point usher,
that deep-dyed friend at each crossroad safe in the knowledge of arrival,
and in tandem with a spotless day’s heroic toil in bright prospect,
how symbolic are these pathway guide rails to one who warms to flagship growth,
in its august transit on foot slog pitfall strewn road of expertism,
pole mounted emblems, silent sentry solid, detail for me on daily passage.
You say it to be strength
that keeps us mounted on our horses high
You say it to be wisdom
that keeps my eyes from falling blind
You wish to say you speak the truth
You wish not to lie
But it is the false truths
You speak to the world
That keep you up at night
In the dark
You lie alone
Remorse fills your head
You are haunted by the hurtful things you have said
You know you can't undo what has already been done
One cannot un-pull the loaded trigger of a gun
You cannot unsoak what has already been drenched
Salty tears and hungry pain shall still be left
You cannot unbleed the blood you have shed
That knife that cut you is forever dyed red
Tik tok.
Suddenly, a white rabbit appeared from around the corner.
It's over.
I can't believe it.
I drop to the floor
Bury my face in the palm of my hands.
I feel myself slipping away
Quicker than quicksand in a cement mounted hourglass.
Thoughts race like a whirlwind
Surrounded by truth.
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