Sometimes I think.
Sometimes I feel.
Sometimes I listen.
And sometimes,
sometimes comes.
And maybe
sometimes
it's real.
Continued part 2
The use of a mask or scarf
When covering ones face
What lasted a year and a half
People still no sense of space
When told avoid close proximitry
Even those who were close to us
As those with real low immunity
Affected more so by the virus
When following the two meter rule
Rules by which many did not abide
As never did seem to apply to all
When warned about going outside
The constant news report"
The daily update!
People feeling distraught"
Now becoming quite irate!
As being in total isalasion'
Not seeing friends and family!
Some taking advange of situation"
Like all of the unseen criminal activity!
A lot of peoole were stock pilling!
With no concideration for others"
Like those who were proffiting!
Showed their true colours"
Their were quite alot of us"
Making use of the internet!!
Trying we all were to ajust;
To this great reset!!
Wheather working from home'
Or if it was shopping online!
The streets we could not rome"
What felt like a sureal time!
Spring of' twenty twenty'
Cars nolonger on the roads
The streets are now empty!
Resturants and bars closed
Nothing but clear blue skies
As nolonger was any polusion
People stocking up on suplys
Admist all of the confusion!
Listening to the sound of nature
Something you don't often hear;
Though uncertain now the future
Rules by which we have to adear!
Because of this global pandemic
That has swept through the nation
Some people were though sceptic"
At the now prospect of isolasion!
But to some how hault the spread
To stop the death toll from rising
As alot of people are now dead"
And still so many more are dying!
If we had first closed the boarders
To try and reduce the contamination
Goverments were given strict orders"
Warned by the world health organisation!
So we were all in total quarantine:
And under a now strict curfew!
Untill they come up with a vaccine"
Awaiting a response from the who!
Being told we all have apart to play!
Though some people for them self"
What often felt like "ground hog day"
The effect on peoples mental health!
Part 1 0f 3 to be continued.....
Dear Self,
I left you open to attack
I see you now, standing in
The places
Where I should have covered
You,
Where I should have said no
Sooner,
Where I should have walked
Away faster
You were lax when the
World was sharp,
Open when the moment
Demanded armor,
Trusting when caution
Would've saved you.
And I let you face storms
I should've stood in front of.
I didn't protect you the way
You deserved.
I didn't guard your tenderness,
Your hope,
Your quiet belief that people
Mean what they say.
But I hear now.
I'm learning your personal space
Your limits
Your sacred spaces.
I won't forget you again
I won't leave you exposed.
I won't let the world take
More
Than you can bear.
You are mine to
Keep safe. And I'm finally
Ready to do it.
‘Oft overlooked is the noble foot.
But please let me in, my 2 cents, put.
For, granted, it is so often, took.
Homely and crooked, though it may look,
still gets you there, that most noble foot.
Darrell Simmerman © 2026
Emily (part 2.2)
From the outreach of my hand
I can feel you
From my eyes I want to
Bewitch you
From look in my eye I want you
Only because I fell
In love with you
From the shore of the Atlantic
To shore of Lake Erie
I row a boat to get you
Take you in my arms
Kiss you until you cry out
Love me
The sky opens up with the sun
It time for us to have some fun
Walking the beach
Snuggles under cover
Swimming nude together
Living a loving life
Got you under my skin
You let me in
Every so softly I sung
From East Coast to the west Coast
My find will outdo the rest
She has beauty from out and in
Love the feeling of her skin
We kiss and hug and love
she is my lady
Emily
COMES
Canto I
Come
Canto II
Before the light there was light the lands dwells grasses;
Canto IIl
Come
Canto IIll
God stood still His brilliants shun so shines
Canto IIlll
Come
Canto VI
night drops its cloak across embracement black.
Canto VIl
night drops its cloak across embracement black.
Canto VIll
Come
Canto lX
Lose He spoke life words dominance creation of light
Canto X
Before the moon and sun shown
Canto XI
No shape darkness empty everything things He spoke by dawn,
Come forth come
Canto XII
The wanderer has crossed the pass.
Canto XIII
Come
Canto XIV
Gathering in one spot cover then and withdraw from the lands
Canto XV
Continues…..
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familiar six- day creation structure right you know found in other Abrahamic traditions it's the specific wording and
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the emphasis yeah that makes it so compelling okay so let's get into those six days okay day one kicks off with
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9/3/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Sun-streaked topaz,
of faint silhouette,
woman gulping phrases,
uncanny mirror’s orbital,
of resonance,
in blind recess,
seeing, hearing icicled image,
psychic blobs melt,
in close locus,
hair-raising halo,
hallucinate my opal eyes,
sultry smokescape,
furnace of,
walnut garland,
from ambling weeper,
whose shaken trauma,
I shudder and pine for,
at red coal pit of,
my abdominal agony,
this lava veiled,
human’s sideswipe,
“you remind me of someone,”
whilst being eclipsed,
by vanilla vapours,
in a hazy billow,
rippling stream heart,
inducing isthmus of,
harrowing bereavement,
blue vault fluke
surreal concoction,
shrouded in mystique,
enigmatic shroud,
shrouded pang,
otherworldly episode
Weaving shade, nuance, deft subtle plots,
Leaving wry joke, ink commas, dots
dreams on script unfold, imbued with life,
schemes and clued-in darting figures now rife.
Taunting twist and turn in tale, pivot point,
teasing lavish scene, a buttressed hinged-joint,
matters key, core, glib, lax in broad domain,
scatters glee, sound hint, deep echo’s gold chain
Lavenders “allure,”
they “lure” bees, butterflies, folk,
toxic air immune,
flower on spike, fragrant vent,
evergreen shrub in svelte perfume
dilute blob oe’r skin,
red blotches, wrinkles, acne,
stoma clogs clean flush,
witch hazel spoon scoop fold in,
with mauve plant a face fillip
Sweet, spiced and salty,
courses, with subtle mint hint,
wild herb a chef’s boon,
its honey glaze gels with greens,
or muffins, waffles, ice cream
I’ve a mind full of thoughts
plus stuff I try forget
those things I won’t recall
are hard to recollect
it’s not I can’t remember
but prefer to deflect
that part of what I am
feels wrong in retrospect
“Oh just say it already”
No! I’m here to reflect
“Say it! go on admit it
this is plain old regret”
But I’m the damage done
that I cannot correct
And you, this other voice
are that part I can’t accept
By
David Kavanagh
Sometimes I wonder if eventually the rot leaves way for love,
if the thick layer of hope on my lips is enough to get myself out of the trenches,
I wonder if I’m held captive to my past because my past is just a reason to hate,
Am I in fact hateful?
do I hate the fact that it feels as though my past has deteriorated any thought of being loved future?
sometimes I just want to crawl out of my skin and soak it in bleach,
Allow every last sin to burn away at the chemicals on my skin
am I dirty forever?
is it really purity culture or just a lack of self esteem
I love myself repeatedly but it never seems to stick in the moments that truly decipher one’s loyalty to themselves
Conflict-ion of loyalty, love, and desperation.
- V.B
Becoming my own essence that quest,
of marked candid introspection,
a disposition to embark on,
recondite global.bold voyage,
jettison vacuous self-distrust,
that sabotaging virus veneer,
I once did sanction as odious habit,
for protracted periods at first blush,
phases I squandered, lost tally of,
so immaterial to core perception
Scorched
moss
remnant
speck of dust,
dainty dot matchbox
plume ex tiny chaser light chain,
dried out moist field, drought a wretched blight, habitat woe,
as wide sweep venal mindsets purge swathe after swathe of candle fly inbred impish glint,
they feeble bugs, leaf strewn dwellers whose twinkle once power charmed tree tops, lush pastures, putrid logs, harmless to the touch, dodging worldly brass nerve,
warm-hearted watchers for the environment who pose not the remotest threat of even miniscule proportions, now diminishing landscape feature, they atrophy, sag, shrivel, wither, languish, a pointless premature death
Faint,
spark,
smothered,
frail flicker,
doused by wanton strafe,
of bogus blitz on firefly swarm,
whose sintered flecks luminous once a mint meadow rash,
fetid stench on sombre marsh morgue deathly plummet in wet woodland, squelching plot interred,
winsome wing glow worm surreal,
larval lantern love, a spring twilight trail flash mate signal in mid-flight flare, haphazard helix of red flame,
lightning mimicry from maiden whose passion quest quenched querulous by nightmarish callous earthling hand clamped coffin dull click, twilight yellow, blue ghost, witching hour green tint spectaclenow grave entombment, mourning planet sheds tears
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