Love is thought
needing a subject
and predicate
lover and object
blossom and voyeur
dreaming fond connections,
often crossing taboos
of distance…
exchanging scents and feel,
the bow, rudder and keel
of relationship
Yet, that mystery remains
the lone whale basking
seeming above the ripples
the albatross on a still night
soaring on unseen current
a collapsed sail undisturbed
by bleeding sunlight
which will I be today?
God or His Man?
Oh Veracious One! We knew about You
And we despised You. How we resolved
To disobey You and Your words
In all possible ways. How could we foresee
That to love You was the predicate
For storing goodness throughout our lives?
That in You was the life we would desire
If we did not hate You? How could we know
That transgression against He who made
All things good would be our chains
In the darker places? Our jaws ache and burn
From their clenching, our eyes blur ceaselessly,
For many waters pour forth, and yet in all of this
Our cries are not heard.
I tried to take Spanish once
I was miserable.
I wanted subject verb predicate
I tried to take Spanish again
This time I was paying for it
High school was over, I could not get it.
I tried two more times to take Spanish.
Spent a lot of money that went down the ditches.
It was not until years later that I realized why.
Spanish starts with verbs.
I do not start with verbs.
I cannot start with verbs.
I want subject verb predicate
After my breakthrough did I take another Spanish class?
After wasting hundreds of dollars, are you kidding me? Absolutely not!
we became bitter
his cat box would obliterater
need a cat sitter
my face would turn green
what does a cat meow mean
maybe something obscene
bad word did predict
With cat from Connecticut
used a poor predicate
Kabul must kabash
dirty clothes will never wash
so in sewer will slosh
was such a sag goose
She suffered from much abuse
so had to cut loose
wore dirty under ware
produced a sanitary scare
did fuel much despair
looked into interior
said she was superior
to her am inferior
did declare a truce
up myself decided to spruce
drink down my orange juice
All one needs savings umpteen
Finding an opportunity so cool
A bold heart to swim upstream
To call it quits so wonderful
The monotonous job is a kill joy
If controlled by folks crude a lot
With none wishing us even a ‘hi’
Micro management they sought
Working under an erroneous gender
Damages subject and predicate
Drains one mentally in a cluster
Facing a crafty cunning syndicate
Bullying has been a common norm
Just like a hidden secret storm
Do not let the conventions of language determine how REALITY or the UNIVERSE, in fact, IS ---
Language is a tool made by humans, like a shovel or fork. Or better yet, think of Japanese Buddhists (Zen?) who say, You use your boat to get to the next location, but then you do not drag your boat all over that destination. Or do U?
When language helps us get somewhere BETTER or more SERENE than we enjoyed before, we need not be so infatuated with the language, that we subconsciously allow "Subject - Predicate - Preposition - Object" to define SPACE or GOD.
TAKE HOME: God does not have to be a NOUN in search of an Object or even VERBS. In what way does GOD have to have a beginning? You apparently have not experienced death, but you are afraid of it (?) What IF death is a doorway to where you were before you were born as a happy, fearless, non-hating BABY?
""Failure to communicate yo-zzz-zzzzzzz buzz yzz yzz vzzz
Brzyyyy is beautiful yzz yor yo-xxxzzz yzzz yzz
Comments communication gaps vzzz
Yo--zzzzzz yzzz yzzz mention melting contaminants vzzz
Verb second predicate predictor vzzz
yoney your yony yor Victorious earthen than victims vzzz
Voy voy vessel vov vo vzzz
yzz yzz visited victim vozz vyyley vzzz
V-ZZZZZZ speaks the Voganians""
3/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Here is a poem on etiquette, about which
I barely know the subject from the predicate
It seems to me that etiquette's all stuffy
It's for royalty's ilk, haughty and puffy
Who the hell cares how you hold your fork
One way for fish, another for pork
Of course, eating soup's a precarious matter
Make sure not one drop is carelessly splattered
As for zupping up the dregs straight from the bowl
That faux pas will land you in etiquette gaol
Then there's the matter of how to drink tea
Proper form being, up with one's pinky
And effeminate gentlemen tuck in their napkins
When carving a bird with all the trappings
Well, I hope you've enjoyed this sacrilegious romp
Dripping with sincerity, and a dearth of pomp
And now that I have etiquette happily hammered
I leave it to you to lambaste English grammar
Where are Your Rubies?
Win with your cherubim vodka, and defy all,
Seek the conversations within the smokes,
Predicate glossy lips for romance and ball,
Out with serviant regulation’s fix it jokes.
Coin the dignity and fight the right, nimbly,
Fret a glance to shelve matrix B as red,
Periscope expectation as denounced simply,
For infinite returns bevelling the written said.
Where the vehicle, what the production?
The lit removes its ignited mechanism,
To beam the joules within the friction,
Between shaves of mountainous schism.
Rhoda Monihan
The parts of speech
Subject, verb, predicate
Chosen adverbs and adjectives
Writer’s choice, writer’s glorious delight
Delighting, inciting scribbles
Unfolding on paper
Magnificent
Words
Fulfilled living me.
Following spirit.
Dancing my soul dance.
Insanely myself.
Completely joyful.
Follow my dreams.
Advise myself.
Meditation
Spirit guided
Living large
Being me
Soul feeling.
Me
Meditate
Dive into your dream
Work to make it mainstream
Cultivate
Your heart and mind clear
Body and soul spark cheer
Dedicate
Your time and space well
Live passion where you dwell
Abdicate
Quit when you're ahead
Meet the fear that you dread
Congregate
Live love that blossoms
Be love that's most awesome
Predicate
Destiny aligns fate
Live here and now not late
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2018
Singapore
WHENCE WISDOM
Sins of youth, are not rare, I confess to many as mine
Include brazen claim we knew more than last generation
We may come to see our error with passing time
Or press on with obstinate determination
Demagogues have used this trend to push their intention
Seduced young with promised Utopian innovation
These are willing recruits to the myths of state ascension
Though communes brought hunger and death to many a nation
Let us observe to observe and learn from past history
Use experience and reason deciding which way we go
Grant to each their own diverse choices, allow them to be
That could be a greater gift that we might bestow
While at any age, we may merit such epithet
Subject: OLD should not precede ‘FOOL’ as the blind predicate
There is a capital in the beginning
A period, explanation question in the end
A setting of words that is complete in itself
Typically containing a subject and predicate
Conveying a statement consisting of a main clause
Sometimes one or more subordinate clauses
Words constructed the beginnings the end of words
sentence...
4/24/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
You're bracing for
the hubristic lecture
it's not here
The crux:
unvarnished understanding
of how blacks see
their outlook for life
Only narrow options:
they can give in, go through
or go around - a predicate path
Try to feel what it's like
to be born black today
soul-deadening suppression
systemically smothers patience
Crime, drugs, gangs,
rebellious pride seem
viable options for those
who may not see thirty
four thousand lynchings in
Jim Crow South till now
do lives matter
Blacks feel the constant fight
Blacks feel identity loss
Blacks feel crime gives cover
Blacks feel numbing is okay
Blacks feel tribal is safe
Blacks feel whites are asleep
Anthropologists say humanity
has Nubian origins
from the beginning we are one
Gandhi, Mandela, King
were proponents of
compassion, forgiveness, love
some whites reciprocate with
ignoring, masking, denial
too few understand
Blacks feel trapped
i am a sentence
a set of words that's complete
in itself, subject
and predicate a
conveying statement, question,
exclamation, or
command of main clause
sometimes one or more clauses
i am a sentence
by James Edward Lee Sr.
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