AN AVIAN WALK
What a peaceful walk!
Palisade-treed-birds, echoing:
Ringing ears silenced:-
Let us disembark,
Leaving Middle Passage holes,
Let us hit the road:-
God is our engine,
Motoring us up the way;
Hope and faith fueling:-
Time waits for no one,
We need to hit the pedal;
It’s time to speed up:-
With eyes on the prize,
Let us shift to overdrive;
Mountaintop ahead:-
The sun is rising,
Palm trees palisade the road
The dream arriving:-
Trees are gifts from God
Rooted, trunked, and barked with love—
We are as God’s trees:-
In labors of love,
Let’s palisade life with love—
Our branches shading:-
Let our lovely leaves
Be as those carpeting love—
Nourishing its grace:-
Let’s fruit pregnant seeds;
Germinating peace and love:
Blooming liberty:-
They are the fruits
of our sown seeds
in the womb of life;
They are the foot-stepped
followers of today’s times
and its challenges;
They are the precious gifts
that our Creator’s love
has given us to cherish;
They are the navel travelers
whose pathway we must palisade
with love’s wisdom and guidance:-
Let us daily remind them
God has gifted them worthily
To overcome life’s challenges:-
Let us daily remind them
That in the challenges of life,
“Don’t be sorry; be aware:-”
Let’s daily African Proverb them:
“To not know is bad;
To not wish to know is worst:-”
Let us daily aware them:
NI & divine wisdom seeks liberty;
AI can deviously stream shackling:-
Remember, they are our heirs;
The blessed liberators we’ve waited for
To ensure our eyes’ mountaintop prize:-
Palisades Palestine
Raging fires Raging fires
mansions destroyed Babies burned
a million tears the dead cannot cry
the winds are whispering the bombs are laughing
who stole your water supply? no aid allowed in
terrifying, natures justice Americas politicians sign the bombs
your Big Mac was burned while complete villages destroyed
a few people perished hundreds of thousands slaughtered
fools denying climate change fools committing genocide
missing a little water are we? missing hospitals, children covered in
blood
your white Jesus turned it to wine Bethlehem under Zionist siege once more
go see the Resnicks go see Netanyahu
they stole most of your resources he stole human organs, like a genocide
before
you suffered a few days Palestinians suffered 76 years
poetic justice Poets shot in the head
why should I care? when the USA sends billions
you will rebuild the mansions innocent lives, lost forever, by your hand
in crime
HELL'S WINTER
Palisade fires
canvassing hell here on earth;
hot flames rioting!
This wooded throng of ancient trees,
this green palisade of arboreal memories
bid me dream with them,
as I pass among there overarching spreads.
If a mindful muse, were imagined,
under a green canopy such as these,
from my thoughts, all manner
of myths and legends would flourish,
and none would seem unreal,
but just the natural outgrowth of a wisdom
that these green and forested giants
impart to the roots of being.
On a day filled with autumn sunshine
With colours so vividly displayed
Painting a rich picture in texture and colour
Stately pines, towering cliffs, a palisade
Mother Nature's proudest achievements
Unmatched by any on man's canvas
Colours so rich, with so varied a palette
A picture of serenity so infectious
Absolute beauty that lasts too short a while
But returns same time each year
This ravishing beauty, nature's crowning glory
The sight can bring one to tears
Dear Mother Nature in all of it's glory
That time of the year when we gasp
Basking in the magical colours of autumn
Revelling in it's splendour so vast
Cliff
On sea cliffs walks a breath of grace
Windswept wonder splashed on her face
Sun shadows dance around her feet,
Delight in this sandy retreat,
Green parasol, like flower blooms
Floral scents and ocean perfumes,
Flowing spice of the salty air,
Carefree breeze tugs curls in her hair.
Wind song of the sea sings in riffs
From hiding places runs up cliffs
Chases sunlight - l’apres midi –
Sea shanty chorus, whimsy free,
Ruffles chaste lace of petticoats
Playful whiffs ‘round her bonnet float
Bluffs of pink granite precipice
Sports wild poppies, crinolines crisp.
Palisade crags – coast of flowers -
Begs delight from her leisure hours
Spreads her a cape of boutons d’or,
Golden bouquet – beauty implores -
Playful cloud shadows, like sea drift,
Hug windy paths upon the cliff
Grace strolls in afternoon’s repose
Blossom of the Fleurie Coast rose.
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Based on Monet’s painting of Madame Monet at Trouville France. Trouville is a resort city in Normandy that is part of the Fleurie Coast – Coast of Flowers.
In the early dawn, the loud barking of my dog
Woke me up;
I arose and went to the door leading out onto
The veranda;
I adjusted the blinds and peeped out with my
Quiet eyes.
Peering out through the palisade of bordering
Trees,
A bright golden-orange glow spread throughout
The forest.
It was as if the night’s meteor shower had lowered
The horizon.
My dog was running back and forth loudly barking
Along the hedges;
It looked as though he was trying to scare a scared
Black cat.
So, I opened the veranda door and stepped out into
The chilling air.
Suddenly, my dog began to howl and wobble as if
He was drunk.
I could hear him whining and could see him swiping
A front paw across his face;
The chilled air was immediately filled with a pungent
Nose and eye-burning odor!
The white streak of fur down the back of what I thought
Was a black cat,
And the inebriating caustic odor confirmed exactly that
Pew! it was not!
No, it was also obviously confirmed that in winter, skunks
Savor stale dog poop!
GANGSTERS PARADISE
South Africa has a high rate of crime, anything is probable,
Keeping out determined criminals is impossible!
This is the house that my parents built 40 years ago that we
We live in,
This is the house that we built a palisade fence around that
We live in,
This is the electric fence on top of the palisade fence of the house
That we live in,
This is the remote to get into the property of the house
That we live in
This is the security gate in front of the door of the house that
We live in
This is the thick wooden door with two dead locks in the house
That we live in
When it gets dark, we activate our CCTV 16 camera system in the
House, that we live in.
Finally when we go to bed, we lock two inside security gates, cutting off the
Sleeping area, from the rest of the house that we live in.
Many South Africans have emigrated
To Australia, America, New Zealand,
Japan, Europe and even Thailand
Only then, to have to face a terrorist attack,
Tsunamis, Earthquakes, or a stab in the back!
The Fox Trox and THE DANCING CHILD - -
See the Fox who trox
Sees the dancing child and wants to box
He finds it hard to dance with her wiggles
Overshadowed by the dances they giggles
Who is that watching near the pink
I think he'd like to eat me the fox I think
But he’s but a fun boy
Admired as he just dances for joy
Her empty stomach givers and shakes
It needs for food it runs on cake
She's not alone she brings a suede
The pet fox and lots of palisade
The fox likes to dance also
Especially the fox trots cause he's a herbivore
He loves dancin girl shudders the fox
Fox wants to dance but she wants to fox trot
3/21/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
THE DANCING CHILD and The Fox Trox- -
See the dancing child
She's a very antsy little dancing child
She finds it hard to see the giggles
Overshadowed by the dances squiggles
Who is that watching near the pink
I think she'd like to eat me think
She is but a fun girl
Admired as she sits upon a shirl
Her empty stomach givers and shakes
It needs for food it runs on cake
She's not alone she brings a suede
A pet fox and lots of palisade
The fox likes to dance also
Especially the fox trots cause he'a herbivore
The dancin girl shudders at the fox
Fox wants to leave but she wants to fox trot
3/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams
On canvas raised in bitter cold
Upon oppression’s wall of screams
A city severed at its seams
Gleaned comfort in art’s bright console
The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams
Beyond the walls, a feared regime
With liberty, in stern control
Upon oppression’s wall of screams
The inside; vibrant colors gleam
Expressions brushed of angst, unfold
The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams
The gray outside; true evil’s scheme
With barbs of wire ensnaring souls
Upon oppression’s wall of screams
A palisade of painted streams
Immersed in thought – cascading bold
The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams
Upon oppression’s wall of screams
~~16 Mar 2016~~
Note –During the later stages of the cold war, the West Berlin
side of the Berlin Wall was an unrestricted outlet for graffiti
artists to express the freedom absent on the other side.
Dawn's, Softest Breaking Hours
Dusty, worn road where tall trees are made,
further ahead, within emerald forest crown,
Nature in its great wisdom creates a palisade
and softer beauty that rivals earth's starry gown!
Shaded woods, my soul would dare to reach,
beneath a rocky mountain reaching blue skies,
If only this majestic scene could forever teach
that Nature's truths conquers mankind's deep lies!
What of this mass of earth, plants and stone,
teeming with life on such an grand, epic scale,
Dare we marvel, we of lust, flesh and white bone
in our castles so dark, where often our sanity fails!
Shall we find that which our ancestors lost,
gems of wisdom, mounted in reality's towers,
Nature parades its majestic beauties the most
during each golden dawn's, softest breaking hours!
R.J. Lindley
April 9th, 1979
Note: This old poem I wrote at age 25, right at
a point a few rays of light had been cast upon
my empty plate. With still a long and weary road
to travel, this truth kept me on a narrower path- at
least for a time..
From my private journal, a poem I once swore would
only be read by others after my death!
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