As I rise from my slumber and from my dream
With my goals for the day, yet unforeseen
I’ll stretch and yawn
Like Grass on The Lawn
And say, “Good morning, Lord”
With a morning smile I can afford.
Start my morning with God in mind
Will certainly prove to be divine!
I’ll hum a tune or maybe two
For the Lord to brew.
Mid-day at work or school
It would be rather oh so cool
And definitely fair and square
If I whispered to God a little prayer
Even if just to say “Hello Up There!”
Before I stop to converse with my mom
What occurred today with Mary and Tom,
And what teacher said
That had me dread
The blue sky hue
Turn to gray debut
I shall run and hide in my secret room
And first tell God to weed and prune
The horrific occurrences of the day
That chastised the sun to go away!
And when the night is on the rise
And my eyes catch the twinkle of the stars on high
And the moon shines bright
As I lay myself down for the night
I’ll whisper a prayer to God above
To pardon and guard me with eternal love….
Bird mouth on the brain sells
plump unstately bucked up
matters of actual o-
bligatory occurrences at
Owl's Creaky Bridge where
forageable items can
spawn like people squeezing
elf-aware and clammy chowdered
clown adults from
rubes off courting blots of
nightingale PM firenze
crushed and all mixed up be-
between a frequent
moving stream of
freebies wheeling in a
west virginian's mother mar-
ried pupward to a
shapeless clumping mob or timely
hunk stoned sober old and sentient fac-
tory molding
silver fish resigned to meet-
ing parties all aligned and
drawn from quarters pound-
ed into minds repeated over
bendless queasy headed eggs a-
top the Falling Garden Wall.
Written: June 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: "The brain discovers, but emotions replicate past occurrences forevermore." By Poet
I glide amid suspense as the air grows dense.
Through amber fractures that scrape the fence,
Still blazed for the thrill your shadows wore—
The anchored verdict, of evermore.
A silted shard of time daze,
A wire-mesh mirror that grate and glaze,
It scrapes the shell where the marrow tore—
A signal throbbing evermore.
Through gullies choked with a sullen scent,
Through spans of gloom where lumber's bend,
Your strobes ignite on the slatted floor—
A sizzling earth expanding evermore.
You lodge inside the strained strain,
A white-hot core that no veil can drain,
The pulsing pitch, I cannot ignore—
A sinew humming evermore.
And after the casing snaps its seam
When digits fuse in a blinding beam,
This vacuum slams on a rock-bound shore—
The engine stilled in evermore.
Though metal cools in the still space.
The spirit-volt is gone, without a trace.
A hissing heat on rusty shore—
the agony intensified, evermore
There was an opening in the dark
A loud, deep sound forced goosebumps
With eyes lifted on high, what could I see?
Darkness has taken over
We are being deceived, lured, and blindfolded.
Just in a flash, there is a new normality
Normality that seems so true, making it difficult to differentiate.
We move in shackles
The invisible dragging us to a condemned pit.
Oh! Saviour that sees in the dark
You have seen our tears for salvation
There is no time even for the breath that holds us.
Screaming in a soundless voice
Light me up with the message
It is here, and now is the time
The rolling of creation, the strange occurrences
I heard a voice, calling names in turns
Listening keenly is a covenant of redemption
It affirms the message, ‘when you hear my voice, harden not your heart’.
The litany of evil done can be wiped away by the blood
With the last trumpet blow, the blood becomes a blood
This experience can drain life from the soul
It is time, and it is wise to pledge allegiance to the Son through the blood
May the message reveal secrets and unfailing paths.
By: Matthew Deladem
Winter Ailments
January diseases make their customary rounds,
Coughs, sneezes and sniffles all going around;
Cold and flu bugs ride the indoor air currents,
waiting to become the next unwelcome occupant
of unwary human lungs and ripe nasal passages –
unwashed hands or exposed faces encourage attacks.
Sometimes occurrences creep up all of a sudden,
medical ailments dismissed now seize your attention.
What was overlooked will no longer be ignored,
need a professional's help to get your health restored.
Fears can be dispelled and facts verified,
Real problem addressed, antibiotics prescribed.
Difficulties are handled, dosages absorbed
knowing improvement is coming is adored.
Sometimes the most effective step here
is to get some help to see your way clear.
Better health is just a few more steps ahead,
Determined fortitude will put you in good stead.
Titillating sounds of promises,
Acculates of stargazed nuances.
Glorify premises of occurrences
I who are the enabler
Seek to be eternally stabler
Embracing the assurance
Love is ever reoccurring
Bombardment of chaotic
Deploring adverse calamities
Covenant endurance blessings
Titillating sounds of promises
Over and over, over, over, over and...
over and over
5/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Tristanism and Isoldetation
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Written By:Piegato Al Suo Volere
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Sculped by the happens I stood frozen
a statue on a pedestal
to which occurrences the creator speaks
each asseveration a new script to follow
Often he'd cite others looking at her
or some smiling and gaining her attention
he di it so often until I just
started cheating on him she told a friend.
to which had been found untrue.
She had meet him while
having a relationship a half hearted relationship
another guy she said it seems we meet those
who love us most within days of each.
One relationship faded and another sprung up
insurmountable trust issues open doors to
new loves she said.
Oh than are we loved
might the nights keep
us lonely
only to find love and
be disappointed
an ode to understanding
that I might determine
my unavoidible fortune
String of Evening: Bassoons Night
percussive rhythmictation
all is right
COVERAGE
If news are coverage
They cover for
Because they ain't the roof
And the roof is on fire
LIMITS
Poor news coverage
Cover limitly
On real occurrences
Of the world
FINITE
Finita la comedia
The limited the group
Biased is Wikipedia
Droopy doopy dup
THE NECESSITY OF THE STRONG ACCENT
Strong accent of serious occurrences
Break through
The news
As breaking
THE SHOKER
I don't want to rely on humans
No longer
For definitions of myself
And I have right to murder
For the imposing
Have you ever made a connection despite adversity, or at a time when emotional warmth is especially cherished?
A connection based on Jung's concept of synchronicity:
Occurrences that are linked by meaning rather than cause?
A fleetingly moment maybe in a challenging time, where meaningful contact that seems both accidental and profound.
Is needed?
A brief pause with a stranger that felt overflowing with meaning?
An unsaid unity formed in a profound silence between new or old friends?
Or just someone appearing into your life at the right time that almost felt like fate?
So, have you ever felt this sensation with someone?
Title.
Synchronicity
(A lone voice whispers)
We came together
Like two autumn leaves touching
In winter's weather
(575)
#Senryu
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Senryu, like haiku, has three lines with 17 or, but unlike haiku, which focuses on nature, senryu tends to center on human nature.
And there you were in front of me
Standing in full view
A floral dress and comfy shoes
That first time I saw you
And then that night you came to me
From no where so it seemed
I don't know why, but it was nice
That first time that I dreamed
And then one day I found us there
Together on the stage
I got to stand across from you
That first time that we played
Those "chance meetings", occurrences
Born not through stress or strife
Without one's knowledge or consent
Those first times change one's life
Madness to the Method
It did not come from mode of method,
nor from the charted mind.
But sprung from a will-o'-the-wisp
spark in the blind spot shadow,
of the brain, disentangled and drifting.
The idea slipped in sideways,
from the periphery of focus,
when attention was distracted,
by the flit of eyes glancing,
in other ways on other days,
For the more you look,
the less likely you are to see,
the brilliant gems lying
invisible to naked eyes,
blinded by the wont-of-desire
for discovery, to stare intensely
at the target, and not look away.
But, it takes a touch of madness,
to notice strange occurrences,
in the clutter and debris of
random observations falling
like ticker-tape from
still-born mode-of-method showers,
of collected failures-to-disprove.
It takes the madness of
serendipity for one
to take potluck picks
in the box of tricks
smart minds often miss,
to pick winners
with happenstance.
Days, months and years to all are special,
Because the rate of occurrences are spatial,
A deliberate art of super human,
To propel celebration of event and man,
Even those that are tragically comic.
We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops,
Centurys' first day is sold in a rare kiosk ain't shops,
A new day in a decade is ten years,
Is 1992 calender not as same as 2020 and coming years?
That is also the beauty of leap days.
While some celebrate as...
God and geographers bring mine not like ass,
For I was bore, once in four annuals,
A deep day to find in several biannuals,
As unique as a unicorn.
My birthday, like a sanctuary,
Privileged, get it not a mortuary,
We are those born on February 29th,
Count in fours from 1804 to 2020th,
Should we not celebrate a unique year?
Sometimes we are humans, sometimes not.
Witnesses are the past and the present occurrences of the world.
Witnesses are the endless time and the greatest human beings of this earth.
Sometimes they are humans, sometimes not.
(12.17.2024)
The chain of events following fragmentation of a giant rock:
A piece got wind down with sprouting of vitalizing herbs.
A miniscule life showed up, then giants started to take over
All at once they departed,unique things began to uncover.
First it was on four limbs,and they were the ones to get selected.
Unprecedented occurrences began as soon as they were erected
How long they will endure amid the chain of ongoing changes?
Since it's fragile,why don't you stop by and smell the roses?
Some people think these recent disasters
Are caused by abuse of the planet
I tend to think they're natural occurrences
The world is just running the gamut
The ebb and flow of changing conditions
Are normal like any time previous
The world has existed for billions of years
Foolish to think we'd be impervious
It's how it's been since the dawn of existence
Today, we're in a technological time frame
To imagine it's the reason for all this mayhem
Is wrong, we shouldn't assume all the blame
There are certainly mistakes man has made
That surely hasn't helped the environment
But to suggest that these are the only reasons
The blame has an unjustified placement
No doubt, we've had some manmade disasters
Without question, can't dispute their effect
Humans certainly are not without culpability
But we've never been thought of as perfect
We are only visiting for a relatively short time
And our challenge is to try our very utmost
To leave it a much better place than we found it
What a great reason for us humans to boast!
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