Sometimes words thin, then spread out.
There just isn't very much to talk about
that hasn't already been talked about.
What lies in the soul of silence becomes paramount.
Do you hear hummingbirds whirling about
or blue buzzards of regret and self-doubt?
Do you hear silverware crashing the halls
or bells of a country church decorating homespun walls.
Do the quiet tones turn to sweet memories
or a platoon of goblins chasing hobbled dreams.
Silence can be a hand holding, dear friend
or stompers wishing for your bitterest end.
All rest is over
Personal time is gone
The narcissist is up
And needs are on
Are you all hungry
Go get me something to eat
My money bought your way
Duty is attached to feet
Mobility is paramount
For health has gone awry
No care visible
In every hmpf and wayward sigh
Generations have passed
With every need under the covers
Sexualized emotions
Hidden so deep, only TRUTH can discover
...care concoctions
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-10-2026
If the sea becomes angry, head for land.
Sleep under a trampoline and driftwood hut.
Want becomes meaningless; paramount is need.
The North Star keeps the blackening sky aloft.
Gale force and rogues are on their night walk about.
God and sleep cannot come soon enough.
a professional boxer steps inside
the ring to defeat his opponent.
he worries not about counting
the punches that land; hands raised
in victory is paramount. lose not
the sight of the ultimate goal.
What we collectively feel
Become humanity’s deeds;
Feelings are our reactions,
Predilections, preoccupation with --
Obsessively entertained seem~ paramount needs!
The nurturing of good bodies
Or, piercing wars
Horrific blood-letting bleeds --
Deeds are the washout
Stains and cultivation's
What came after the seeds
Our generosities and greeds.
The soul of man demands
Seldom satisfied
While the spirit elevated pleads:
Enough! Mercy! Mercy!
Do I have a paramount situation
That should demand my attention?
What are some manifestations
Of improved communication?
Are there justifications
For my expectations?
What are the causations
For my present irritations?
What are some adaptations
I should make for others' limitations?
United power, honorable heroes
exuding relentless strength
to conquer villains and foes.
No surrender… all from remote retreats
A fused super heroes’ diverse abilities
for global and cosmic threats’ defeat.
Our Captain America, the leader of the avenger,
Iron Man, Captain Marvel and the rests
make our cosmic home safe by their love at vast power.
Paramount characters for all to emulate
Merging as one brave spirit for humanitarian goal
saving the world from evil! Join, it isn't too late!
I hail your conquest of winter in
The battle of the seasons
I welcome your shaft of light —
That borderless paramount halo above us
Befriending dark and hidden places
With the power of your enlightening soul,
The recovery of stolen time
And the birth of new life.
There are those who Save Coins for a better tomorrow
yet, to live for tomorrow is to live in Sorrow
for today truly is all we ever have
when one wields the Sword and Staff,
Just Let It Shine, it's truly as simple as that
and this is the Great Celestial Epitaph,
hoarding in goods that inevitably turn to dust
but a token in the spirit, In This I Trust
what we do and don't do is all that counts
Right Here, Right Now is Paramount
Ashes to Ashes, Illusions to Night
Fire to Fire unto Wisdoms of Light,
Be Forever in this moment, heed to these Innards of Life
for Yesterday is Gone, Tomorrow a Farce, by Wisdom we Rule the Nights
some never see, some know this road
some find Treasures, some Reap Thorns
All Is Wise, externally nothing ever lasts
Investments in Knowledge Conquers the Hour Glass
Be Present, what you seek lies within
some chase and some claim these riches,
so never wait for the proper time
See It, Believe It, and Live To Shine
Here is a deep reflection on our moral compass and the choices we make daily. In a culture that often blurs the lines between right and wrong, this scripture challenges us to seek clarity and truth. How frequently do we find ourselves influenced by societal norms that contradict our beliefs? The call to discernment is paramount; it compels us to examine our hearts and align our values with God’s Word. As we ponder the implications, let it serve as a guiding principle in our lives, encouraging us to uphold truth, discern good from evil, and be agents of change in a tumultuous world.
When an apex predator behaves unnaturally
The balance of power becomes upsetting
The scale is not just immeasurable
It's behaving dysfunctionally
Reason is cast aside
When sides are paramount
Differences mounting to the sky
Becoming mountainous, unassailable
Forgetting we rose from the ooze
We didn't choose what was discarded
But it was nature made that choice for us
And not something lightly regarded
The borders crossed were nature's own
And no one owned what was provided
No one claimed as theirs alone
What only nature has decided
What's unbecoming to presume
Has become our nature to resume
Some think that challenging is treason
And choosing sides is tantamount to reason
Ignoring what has led us here
In willful ignorance compounded
Compounding what leads only to fear
And thoughts of our ascent unfounded
The setting sun is his delight
For he is a creature of the night
He lusts for blood; all types are right
Then he'll take that infamous bite
The night is his, the day his foe
As dawn breaks, to his coffin he must go
There he'll sleep until the night returns
Once again for blood he'll yearn
To lure his victims, his charm must be paramount
Upon him is bestowed the title of Count
The Count is many centuries old
It seems his blood never runs cold
The women love him for his charm
He uses it to disarm
If they only knew what was at "stake"
When to their necks a move he makes
1-5-2026
autumn call to fall
amidst the smilecool winter
paramount cool jaunt
11/15/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
Blood from blood, bone from bone,
Under the partially eclipsed moon of a burgundy-red sky,
A murder of crows gathers on the barren carcass of branches,
Whilst mist clings to a chipping tombstone.
Hardened petrichor shifts ever so slightly,
Awaiting the awakening of revenge incarnate.
The witching hour is almost upon us;
Noir-cloaked figures emerge from the passing shadows.
A High Priestess holds firm an ancient Book of Shadows.
As the metaphysical clock strikes two,
Yellowed pages frantically flip to an incantation.
The underlings take their positions at the four corners,
While she takes her place in the center.
Chanting the passage simultaneously, resurrection is forthcoming,
As shrivelled nightshade blooms to ritualistic life
And the paramount witch returns from her unsettled slumber.
The Wheels of Dharma turn in their favour.
Scorched lands and vengeance follow,
As Armageddon ushers in a new era.
pandemonium preceded Paula Paulson’s painstakingly prissily packed
packsack. Pathetic poetic Parnassian provided paramount particulars,
a peep and a peek into Paula Paulson’s persnickety personality.
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