She is a walking juxtaposition:
Amicable qualities dressed in futility, far-fetched pictorial in a living illustration, painstakingly carefree—a telltale tribulation.
Ambivalence irks aptitude.
Foreshadowing scurries in a frenetic gambit, a stratagem of the devil himself.
This oddity is a fleck, resurgent in its nature—a drop of dew, a grain of sand.
Do all you must to bait her,
debate her.
Commotion, admonish, plaudit.
The audacity of her tacit agreements.
Such abysmal fervor could be the making of a luminary.
Compliment Cry Extolment Rave Hymn
All to Allah, acclaim Holy Hallelujah
Elohim, greatest thing,
Allah Papa God
Divine exaltation
In cheering celebration, extolment
--Compliment cry Extolment Rave Hymn
Glorifications encomium homage
Approbation ovation
Plaudit approbation recognition
He’s mine Allah panegyric glorification
Our spirit the soul rave
--Compliment Cry Extolment Rave Hymn
Hallelujah
02/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Right at daybreak the sparrow starts
To quibble, heralding the day.
"Prick! Prick! He says in spurts
Like a vexed man having his say!
He deals out thoughts,
Slights and retorts!
He prefigures what's to come
In the nearing daylight hours.
Things will cause us to lose our calm
And there'll be times for no favors.
You'll free your chest
And speak with zest!
The sparrow shows a clear spirit:
Voicing feelings without restraint,
Talking straight, not for plaudit
Or fighting shy of all complaint.
He says his say!
He talks away!
In the coming several hours
There will be all manner of talk,
Some benign and some venomous;
Hence the sparrow starts out the walk
With this quibble
As a dribble!
Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum
struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better than? This in quandary
on that stunch day exert
in getting what to eatoboree and drinkoboree as customary
a step beyond his terrene, mistakenly
Alas! Sees the day light
back to his terrene and step out in plaudit
seeing same thing, no surrogates
moving around, the different is bright
on himself, passes arraignment
A step out of my zone is what I need these days
exhausting all these pasts in lapses
believing he has best domain ever in history
not knowing, it is the best in disguise
was that life or is this life? He grills
such is life, I parry
someone’s house is another person’s poultry
how much will it cost? He grum
the ransom has been likely
not there; here is the liberty
liberate the paid ransom
here I will stay till eternity
exultant in seeing the light
enjoying without no constrains
summoning his crony
freedom is premium!
Masked bandit of the planet
He strikes again in good.
Saves a kitten that’s been smitten.
He has no need of cape or hood.
On the ball standing so tall,
This took place in the hood.
Out the door, he makes the score.
Creating heroes picture where he stood.
Taking his buddy, oh so cuddly.
Never thinking it may be misunderstood.
This masked bandit deserves great plaudit.
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Thy hands are fixed and stiff inside my breast
Plausible and pleasant as folks plaudit
But who shall take the fame and fortunes nest
Thy puppeteer, or I who can not audit?
Surely thou know that I receive air not
And when thy speaketh, I only pretend
But without me thy jokes and riddles rot
Riddle me this, should thee or I amend?
Laughter is light when thou appears alone
Upon the stage as if without a cause
But when thy hand places me on thy throne
I am embraced and greeted with applause
Thus I the instrument apart from thee
And as thee entertains, I speaketh free
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