The dark night comes riding a razor's edge.
The day comes shining, but no solid pledge.
The peacetime smolders like untended coals.
The darkness, a blanket, for bedless souls.
The late summer leaves, ready for a fall.
The frost of winter starts its yearly crawl.
The shiver of a long-lost lover's thought.
In a timeless loop, the world is caught.
The spin of the Earth the whole human race.
We always tried to keep up with the pace.
Riding out this technological storm.
To our destiny, naked we are born.
The truth is out there somewhere, lost in time
We search the night sky waiting for a sign.
We came to this place to find who we are.
The poor lost orphans who fell from a star!
You don’t have
to write them all
but thoughts
deserve a chance
To live beyond
this time and place
in words reborn
to dance
You don’t have
to set them free
but guilt
will curse your ink
For thoughts unread
trapped in your head
to wander
— indistinct
(The New Room: July, 2025)
Many paths lead away from home, but only one leads back.
As the years sit salted upon the rack.
You find the path home has narrowed.
Turned from gates of dependence to mirrors opaque and black.
You arrive with exhaustion on your boots.
A feast of favorites on a favorite plate.
Go upstairs to your yellow crib.
To ignite those unreachable dreams again.
Things have become slightly slanted.
The faces so unfriendly.
Some are missing altogether.
Replaced by fresh ones, but you don't know their names.
Home is a place where you go back to lick your wounds.
Stay in tune with yesterday.
Until the nest completely blows away.
Nobody knows your name; you're a graying orphan.
A gasoline-splashed stray.
A stranger lives in your nest now.
The whole world plays the jester.
Holding a piece of your ancient flint.
All the pure thinkers
are slave to the Poet
Their theories self-serving
whose quotients divide
With ‘facts’ that convict them
to prisons constructed
From every transcendence
— their numbers can’t hide
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
Another ceasefire
another ceasefire
it won't last long
it'll hold until
weapons are replenished
wounds are patched
the tongues
of the blood puppets
are refreshed
another ceasefire
another ceasefire
it won't last long
neither side thinks
that the other belongs.
If there is a God, then we're all God's children
and we all belong.
If there is no God, then we're all cosmic orphans
and nobody belongs.
Either way, the universe doesn't care.
Make war unprofitable, then it will cease to exist
Disarm Armageddon-Defang religion
Feast peacefully with shining orphans, not crummy kings.
as seeing millions
of orphans at the boundaries
of African lakes,
some foreign wars
and genocides planners
continue to plan about the mass
killings of millions of other parents.
my hands are not getting tired
to write about the killings
of innocent voiceless
African men
and women
in different parts
of African territories.
Yoh!
Where is humanity?
Why so much hypocrisy?
Killing silently
at one hand
and claiming helping openly
at other hand.
Yoh!
Sad,
Very sad to see the augmentation
of orphans daily.
Where is humanity?
Why continue killing innocent people?
What did they do to you
to deserve these harsh payments?
Yoh!
So sad
to see heartless
folks up and down the streets
singing
" love "
by their mouths
to gain what
they always want...
But their hearts
fill with all sort of Evil.
When the oceans
Swallowing some orphans
And
Vomit them
At the boundaries.
Yoh!
Don't laugh
Loud.
Because they can
Still be alive
By the miracles
Of Yahweh God.
Their parents were innoncently killed ,
went to rest in peace with God.
Yoh!
This world ?
Number of orphans encrease rapidly
As many parents continue to be killed
In some parts of this planet earth.
Drought Orphans
Homeless clouds,
Orphans of drought,
Tattered
Wispy shreds of
Misty tapestries -
Infertile,
Rain spent
Vagabonds -
Solstice
Silent sighs,
Dry foundlings
Drifting aimlessly -
Stray itinerant waif
Clouds
Float on tuneless airs
12-8-22
Contest: Writing Challenge – Yalto Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
orphans’ endorphins stop
when we opt to adopt
—————
H/T to Gershon Wolf’s Orphans
Do orphans
ever regain their
endorphins
Brother, you and I
Are orphans together
In the family of God
Held ever bounded closely together
Sister, you and I
Are orphans together
Together we in spirituals liberties
bounded as one big family
Humanity, you and I
Are awesome together
blinds by our mercies grace
Humanity, calming down
awaiting Jesus returning to this dismal sinful space
With brother and sister in hands
United we stand
With eagles wings around our heads
We're awaiting the coming of?
Jesus grace, His joyous face
When He once again walks this space
Hallelujah!!
9/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Acorns cover the forest floor
missing their parent, now my front door
When there is no original family,
no grandparents, no parents,
no uncles and cousins,
we are fundamentally alone,
alone in the world...
It's time to create
the neo-original family,
ours...
Once we're orphans,
will have of our creation
those who will be our orphans...
Where are our parents?
Where is the womb of our flesh?
Where are the graves to testify
We had parents?
Why do lamentations salute us?
The sentiment of this world is confusing.
Having food is like hell,
What more about buying a slipper!
Day and night,
The dumpsites are our shopping centers,
As wrecks are our best suits.
After covering miles,
Some bath us with dishes water,
As others cherish us with sour food.
Why only the orphans?
Why agony and solitude defined us?
We prayed all night,
When shall our prayers
Be the building block of life?
Why our faces are the mother's deal of sorrow?
When shall joy welcome us?
O, God! Wipe the affliction off our faces.
Oh Jesus,oh Jesus,high in the sky,
Please won't you let this heart of mine die.
I get sad at all the things that I see,
When no other children play their games with me.
You let this happen when I was just three,
Now that I'm older, it's harder for me.
My legs are all burnt,my face is a mess,
I wouldn't feel pretty, even in a new dress.
So why did you let this happen to me?
What had I done at the tender age of three?
You have taken my mommy,my daddy as well
On that cold winter night,I remember so well.
So if you are listening,please grant me my wish.
To come up to heaven,
So I have mommy and daddy to kiss.
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