I Think That Dog
Is Too Noisy...
Then Then.
But It Sounded
Soulful, Needy Dog...
Like A Timpani
Featured In The
Dog Star By Holst.
And That River
Of Freeway Running
Through It's Ears...
We Are THREATENING!
IT'S TIME TO REACT!
Trauma Needy...
We Need To
Behave!
Or React Otherwise...
By Choice.
-Gray Squirrel
07-07-2026
Just off the boat
Seventy four years ago
Nationality thrice changed
Misunderstood by all
Spurned by mother India
Disowned by the King
Distrusted by our rulers
Misunderstood by all
We are patriotic too
Though often locked out
To the laager we retreat
Misunderstood by all
Neither here nor there
Speaking in dulcet tones
Not in our mother tongue
Misundertood by all
As we grow old and lonely
We crave attention
Needy and entitled
Misunderstood by all
Where ere befell a guiding light
Shining eyes beheld a glory
Holp toward a muted purpose—
A distant feigning glimmer,
Beyond the pale of words.
An aching need to be remade,
A sculptor's hand; a brutal vision
A child; a blank canvas,
A naivety, a submissive nature,
An eagerness to please.
Lead them to a dimming light,
There amidst our dying shadows;
There betwixt the Sun and Night,
Where line the winding gallows.
Where shame forsakes the birth-right
That a darker voice be heard.
And offer up their souls of light
Like the flourishing of birds.
The blinding faith sees not the wraith
Whose night has coiled a cold embrace.
The sun shall nevermore break
Where the twilight, some sayeth,
Precedes its visage upon the lake.
Darkness shall have usurp'd the day
And those who needed believe
Shall have naught to say,
Atop the boroughs as they grieve,
Bearing the known regrets
And we—
The freedom used to deceive,
To let embolden depravity,
To watch the flames spread despair and misery.
The freedom to preach hate and heresy,
To wrongfully endure—
For which we all shall sorely pay.
she is a needy partner
demanding surplus attention
at first her victim loves her intensity
her enthusiasm is overwhelming complimentary
but then he begins feeling smothered and stuck
her neediness feels dangerously possessive
he is lucky if he can crawl out of her web
living under a rock with a snake would be more pleasant
All the bold and strong
wilt when left alone,
any African Violet puts them to shame
for such hardy blooms thrive in the shade.
The mighty, the celebrated, need the sun
the very same sun that shines on us all,
they crave the bright light only for themselves,
that is why -
when they find themselves un-illumined,
they may turn into a little Hitler
or some other needy grim reaper.
Even poets go mad
when the world acclaims them too much,
see how they scribble in the gloom
of a lightless moon,
see how they ponder upon their genius
growing darker and weaker
day by day,
word by every anemic word.
Chicken Little
Much like a messenger to mind,
Posed staring down into my face,
I sensed a rooster, brash and bold,
Was challenging my right to breathe.
Thus, in the inkling of an eye
With onset latent bleariness,
The old conundrum, fight or flight,
Was freshly flashing in my head.
This rooster was no idle threat.
Its size, imposing, filled my sky.
Its comb was cocked with attitude.
Its beak was aimed between my eyes.
Its eyes were beady like black peas.
They pierced my confidence and will.
Its countenance was firmly grim.
Its posture signaled, “Make my day!”
Then, in a moment’s timed elapse,
My brain awoke in roused synapse.
Fear not, it’s just macropsia.
The sky’s not falling after all.
This poor man is selling bottled
Mineral water in the park everyday
This he do all his life for a living
One day, a guy feel sorry about the poor man
He decided to help the poor man
The guy wanted to give him money as a help
Instead, the guy bought a three file stocks
Of bottled water and give it to the poor man.
Path of the poor
Take days wisdom
To hurdle life.
I walked across the sparkling morning dew.
A path where once uncommon beauty grew.
A bench we shared, woeful, lone, and broken,
echoes a promise that we had spoken.
Our world the moment and so full of love.
Hope flowed freely through soft currents above.
Your gentle hand entwined within my own,
A deeper love no one has ever known.
Romantic dreams still swirl across the air
with each heartbeat I feel a dull despair.
The mist now turns to a luminous fog,
a solo love song from a crooning frog.
You have gone and now so has this garden
abandoned to winds that grant no pardon.
I sit among the dried and withered weeds
and ask the Lord, my early death He speeds.
To seek his sparkle through these moonlit eyes
my anguished heart wistfully yearns and cries.
Speed me to his long awaited embrace
and hasten me from this pitiful place.
Woe am I to whom your words have torn bits
Out from my heart only to smooth, console
Until I have again untangled wits.
Needful, I beg you patch this jagged hole
Drilled into my heart by your darkened soul.
Nearly Man
I nearly wrote a song today
I was so close to the edge
I nearly turned the world away
I stood out on a ledge
And I dreamed that some day
Life would recognise me
I’m a dog a wizen stray
And lucky to be free
I nearly won my first game
But second place is okay
Only one person I can blame
For my mediocrity
I’ll win I’m sure before I die
Wonder what the prize will be
I want so badly to learn to fly
Over this stormy sea
I nearly wrote a book you’ll read
But couldn’t find how to end
Am I the antidote that you need?
Or just a needy friend?
David Cox 26/01/23
GOD TAKES CARE OF THE BIRDS AS WELL AS HUMANITY NEEDY-
Hear I melodies
Father of Heaven O' God speak to me
Birds of autumn do so dottle
Whispers chirps chanting your love verse
Heaven sounds nature sings
Open up my mind ears Lord
For They caused the cry
Of the poor to come before him
So that he heard the cry of the needy
The poor shall be with us always
GOD TAKES CARE OF THE BIRDS AS WELL AS HUMANITY NEEDY-
The poor and needy shall be with us always
Lo, the birds have food and shelter and so shall the little of us
Hear I the melodies
Father of Heaven provides for me
Birds of spring ever sing
Whispering chirps of complacent
Open up my mind, my heart my hearts
Father help me realize it's me who gives
Through you so that others may live
Hallelujah
12/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Job34:28
Befiore one climbs the ladder to the heaven
One must fulfill one's promise on earth
Glitter the life on earth
Herald a meaningful life
Attend to the needy
Fair to the unfortunates
Treasures on earth are to be shared fairly
Just like the share of a place in the heaven
When you've paid on earth
Sure you'll be free in the heaven
This is what I believe
The children pop out of the cars and head for the school door.
Some parents barely let their feet clear before they drive off.
One or two will give a cherry wave.
One mom always yells “have fun, you brats!”
I never know if she is speaking to them or us teachers.
One daddy makes this dropping off time an enormous production.
He drives up rather late and does not turn down his offensively loud music.
He gets the child out, unzips her backpack, hands her a mask.
She rejects it for another color. So, they start rooting around in the back seat.
The other car drivers are all rolling their eyes by now.
I think “it will be another fifteen minutes; this Daddy is needy.”
Sometimes the child will run to me and give me a hug.
He has to call her back to straighten her hair, her shoes, her bows.
We have no other parents needing this kind of attention.
I wonder about this.
The world is full of fake friends nothing is real,
Everyday the innocent in jail are denied appeal,
All these humans love doing is to corrupt 'n' steal,
Extolling virtues of veganism with missionary zeal,
Day in day out they are obsessed with pilling weal.
We are in days where people are no longer kind,
And in an era where true love is so hard to find,
No marriage, only just a boyfriend or a girlfriend,
What they love doing is to cheat, lie and pretend,
They are still living as if the Lord will not descend.
In every government institutions there exists a mole,
Receiving promotions 'n' adding titles to their profile,
Making the needy people cry but oh the clay is vile,
With torn and bleeding hearts they give a fake smile,
It's a great debt the poor lives to pay to human guile,
© Kelmwa
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