Lackluster simple primitive amazing starlet
Gathers together admist the populate
Brightly so shines her popularity
Masses gather to see her pageantry
1/1/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
an idea was born
So we are at the beginning, green ackers
yellow sand , blue sea, all in festive
bright colors except for the rest of a cloud
drifting about looking misplaced
The evening glides into night, but when
morning arrives two body awakes under
a tree, they are the last specimens and
hitherto the best work done by a hand
unknown; that as we later shall hear of
by it its demand to be worship
So, what happened to the less perfect
where they left to populate the imperfect
Monument alone
Signifies memory, home
Rest, visitation
Defined rows, sigils
Communal solitude, rest
Dearly beloved
Granite silhouettes
Populate the shrinking span
Reminders of loss
Legacy in stone
Life beautifully engraved
Everlasting love
Today’s blessing once again comes from Native Nations wisdom:
When how to live a good life I am trying hard to understand…
I often choose the wisdom of the first people to populate this land
Use your voice for kindness,
your ears for compassion,
your hands for charity,
your mind for truth
and your heart for love.
O flowers, your soul is so beautiful,
I would like to know you all,
You populate so many vast gardens,
Your silences are filled with treasures,
O flowers, I cannot name all of you,
Neither compare you,
Petunias, Magnolias, orchids,
You undo my chains with a single attraction,
O benevolent angels, you offend no one,
A rose alone in a blue vase
Change the life of a painter, or the fate of the world,
O flowers, how to end my life without loving you?
O flowers, how would my poem end
If you didn’t exist?
Doves cry when the earth is being disturbed
When there's conflicts and war they are perturbed
For doves are the dear Lord's symbols of peace
They bring olive branches to help wars cease.
Doves also represent the joy of love
The golden gift from heaven up above
They coo-coo-coo to attract their life mate
Then build a nest for them to populate.
Doves sing their song to tell you that they're near
A song that's soothing and moving to hear
Their musicality is a calm balm
Alike listening to a holy psalm.
Stay as innocent as doves Jesus said
Never let evil thoughts enter your head
Doves appear when one has a troubled mind
On angelic wings, bringing love sublimed.
Let the best of you hurt your pride
stop the contradictions it's too late
turn around smell that faith
lost in the city of gates hear the bells.
Falls of diamond rains cover
the city of greed and anguish.
Golden tears and painful dreams
no one eye sees poverty screams.
Take your beliefs your weapons
and your meals on wheels.
They think you are crazy and lazy
and your hard work does not
count or worth of any amount.
It is our time it's now or never
take their yachts golf clubs and
populate their private islands
with real hearts and blue collars.
Take back our stollen dollars
boycott oligarchy tesla cars
build back our smiles and
affordable lives save working class.
Send the rich to the mars.
Haibun
Inky dark night. Jewels in the heavens sparkle like diamonds in a necklace. The Seven Sisters wink seductively while trying to sit in Cassiopeia’s Chair. Orion chases Ursa Major and her cub when he stops to slake his thirst from the Big Dipper. Great Leo butts’ heads with mighty Aries. Sirius, the Dog Star, is the glowing eye of Canis Major as she helps Orion track Ursa. Faint Polaris guides mariners to home port from the tail of The Little Dipper.
new moon
a black palette rules the sky
stars come out to play
The distant galaxies show off their faint light as clustered pinpoints as if the black curtain were pricked multiple times by a needle. Sagittarius points the way to the center of the Milky Way. Nurseries of star forming clusters birth new babies to populate the sky as old ones blow up and die. In the middle lie the monstrous supermassive black holes which suck all light in to their mighty maws bending time and gravity to their will.
are they our ancient home
signals from a distant past
will we return to them
Every dead saint was born a sinner.
Don't look and you will not see
Don't listen and you will not hear
Christians are above the problems of the world
Not involved allowing Satan to win
Ignore politics and hell expands
Leave it to God when all you have to do is vote with Him.
God made Adam in his image to populate the world
Adam took care of it
God made Noah to repopulate the world
Noah took care of it
God made Abraham to build his nation
Abraham took care of it
God made Moses to lead his people from bondage
Moses took care of it
God made Joshua to conquer the Promise Land
Joshua took care of it
God made Jesus to save the world
Jesus took care of it
God made you to do nothing?
Take care of it.
God calls upon people to lead with his miracles
but people are complacent
can't involve themselves in worldly politics
being the first to cry out when persecuted
never having the faith to fight
easier to leave it to God
Look, listen God is calling you
it is never easy to do right
often lonely when you fight
God is leaving it for you
Take care of it
Vote.
You see them everywhere,
sometimes countless in number,
winged, walking or wading,
running the gauntlet of waves,
filling the air.
Birds populate the planet,
make their home in trees,
buildings, on grassy paddocks,
icy continents and clinging
to the craggy heights of cliffs.
So many. But where do they go
to die. We see only a few
as roadkill or the odd one
decomposing under a bush.
Where are the others?. Surely
death should be more visible
in their ranks, parklands dotted
with those that have fallen dead
from the sky or a branch. More
washed up on a beach.
You would think their remains
would be everywhere
in plain sight. But no.
It's as if the dead slip through
a portal and into the unseen,
leaving no trace. Or maybe
the earth simply claims
and disposes of them
in haste out of respect.
Or do they find somewhere
inaccessible, hidden from view,
a place to pass away
and leave the human mind
to wonder why
the bodies of the avian dead
seem to number so few.
Today I’m thankful for dragonflies.
We find them by ponds, in lakes in rivers and by streams.
I love how the first people to populate this land believed
dragonflies were the deliverers of dreams.
And I particularly love this indigenous point of view:
If a dragonfly sits on your shoulder…
all your dreams will come true.
SPRING SONATA
Now that ice has melted and the sun visits again
A transition, to warmth and that breeze of hope
Now that nature seems to have softly awakened
With a last vestige of disappearing morning mist
That youthful green is now emerging all around
There are those, now hungry after hibernation
As they slowly rise up from months of slumber
For others, the year has already begun in haste
Reproduction at full pace to meet the demand
A world to embrace, and an effort to populate
Now that winter is over, and Spring has begun
~ A Poem on the Parsha* ~
'In the Sinai Desert'
A wilderness - barren, desolate
that snakes and scorpions populate
Flat, sand-swept, open to all
who yearn to hear Eternity's call
There God led His new nation
Spoke to three million, atop a mountain gradation
On Horeb, the lowliest of them
face-to-face ~ Moses and Jerusalem
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*'Parsha' is Hebrew for (loosely) 'portion.' Every Sabbath
a portion of the Five Books of Moses is read in the
synagogue. In a year's time, all five books are completed,
and the grand occasion is celebrated at the last holiday
of the Fall Harvest Season, 'Simchas Torah.' (lit., 'Rejoic-
ing with the Law.'). This Sabbath, the portion read is titled
'In the Desert,' from the Book of Numbers 1:1 - 4:20.
Mother is just a simple word,
that often in the home is heard.
A noun, a person young or old,
a verb which many roles enfold.
Ordained by God, children to birth,
And populate the virgin earth.
To nurture them with tender care,
an instrument His love to share.
The one who holds a nation’s reins,
she educates her children’s brains.
When mother fails to play her role,
the whole society pays the toll.
Instead of demeaning her role
Let’s lift up Mother on a pole.
When governments usurp her place
What baleful woes societies face.
Let’s celebrate this Mother’s Day
not in the usual kind of way.
Resolve to preserve mother’s role,
So, society can remain whole.
Moon
You may be cool and distant
Placing comfort in my soul
I love you when you're slender
Then much more so when you're whole
Turn your face towards me
In radiant, wholesome light
You're there throughout my daytime
But I feel you when it's night
Your blueness is hypnotic
Yet it wakes me from my dreams
I'm wooed like all the creatures
Who turn to you in streams
Wolves howling their approval
Of your tenure undebated
We sing of love beneath you
Longing humans captivated
Your dusty earth seems fruitless
Yet your story, still romantic
The race to populate you;
Sometimes pointless and pedantic
There's a rumour that you're cheesy
Even if I think it's true..
I would rather you were cheddar
Than some over-ripened blue
You shelter us from missiles
Hurled our way from outerspace
I consider you Protector
Of this fragile human race
As tides like lungs beat rhythm
On the shorelines of our Earth
It's clear no single poet
Will ever captivate your worth
Jinjagoliath
6th February 2023
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