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Poverty vs Law Enforcement Policy pattern recon

In God We Trust
Resign 
Free speech
None shall assert over peace
An assembly of law
Against the Union
Line is Held
Constitution is boundary

That all men aren't created equal in time
None shall avoid record of line.

Your position igniting and release of cinder 
In citation of violation 
As action as ridicule
Arresting speech rather than resigning 
God In Which We Trust
Defines freedom of speech 

None shall capture and divise self interesting reserves of provisional supply of the Union.

Creation of poverty's length is drawn against liberty


Starving allegiance 
One origin of incedence is little Caesars thousand oaks 
Indifferent by intent

Cliche Spending Patters in Petrol
Creation of audit
And mis alignment

Thank you for your submission

Punguage

The modern world is an awe-choice saturation
Of stuffness and people,
A punguage,
An allcode,
The hash of all cyphers, nodes and codices
Ever scribed, wrote and written,
Bitten off, stolen or torn,
The mash of all knowledge,
The thrash of all oars televisual,
The splice of all strings 
From one edge of time to the other,
The open oeuvre of everything,
An omnithought of toot,
The sum of all inflexions,
Ancient and phonetic,
Yet provisional,
A mighty metaforest pointing
To the centre 
Of you know what.

I Slap My Wrist

We wait for news of the sale of our house,
our home. Weeks pass. Unsettled. Unable 
to focus on anything else. All seems
temporary; provisional or not relevant.
I call to mind patients needing patience;
waiting for results. Not knowing. Tested.
Trust tested explores hope, rehearsing what ifs. 
Whatever news comes, knowing brings relief.
Decisions can be made. Actions follow.
In writing I'm reflecting and learning.
It feels like a long vigil: attending;
depending on others. Waiting on God – 
struck by those fleeing conflict or climate,
how trivial our testing. I slap my wrist.

Grow Global, Dear Frankie Ace

Towards thy very best
I project a saving nest
To save the wordy test
From the earthly pest
And to luck, leave the rest

As pure as a blank page
That gets poets' hearts into cage
The worries and bubbles of age
Get some disengage 
And others enrage

Don't mind them-- every open tongue 
Measuring the troubles of failed lung
Restrains those awesome lines unsung 
Drown those swimmers so young 
Without a practical provisional aqualung 

You, be sure thy laboring sight
Travels horizon beyond their plight
And relinquish to ignite souls' lights
Poked amidst truth and lie to benight
Before thy ever gracious sprite, alights

Thanks for the nomination 
I enjoyed all expressed intentions 
Though there are some to mention
Dragging my contentious attention 
Projecting a consequential convention

Blue

Are you looking for blue
How are you
Maybe tomorrow
He will remite with sorrow
Don't be mistaken
Blue doesn't taste like bacon
And gray tomorrow
Find it by the red glare
You stare
You start for someone to care
 you turn around and the provisional vision
Starving for attention even in the negative
I was amazed in my shame I turn around and there you were
Blue


2/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©

Concubine Yazmin

Stimulating her Emperor's savage
Aquisece defers demand of regal constraint
Furtive festivities provide passage
Into fecund gracing gait Autocracy ordained 

Retreat from mastering insatiable masses 
His thought voiding thaumaturge 
Covers strident intellectual with molasses 
Cater of paramour calms nerves 

Unwound by compassionate exorbitance
Momentarily vulnerable assailant 
Commits their heirs eventual inheritance 
Renewed seasons abide nascent

Provisional Yazmin is his cleansing ocean
Advances invigorating strategy
Frequent fruitful visits denote her chosen
Monarchical surrender, sanctity




        5th December 
          - Fertility - 
















(wily winding vines climbing collate grapes)

The Wait

Sitting in silence
surreptitiously meditating
on everyday turmoil
and confusion that repulses
even the most hardcore
reality driven populists

Thoughts come and go
within the realm of
preposterous assumptions that convey
nothing of importance
just pass the time
as you ponder what appears

to be insignificant in comparison
to the worldly
order of things
It's random expressions
within the provisional games
that are constantly played

the function perfectly
without tension or power
that consume the
earthly paradise
that you have constructed
in your wild imagination

Rejoice Be Still In God's Love- -

Provisional standards unequivocal bias
I can't believe it's hopeless
In my dreams everything is reality and there's hope it seems
Who am I to deny it
And in just one breath
I am continually evolved
In God's  love

Heart of the Western Home

Gray wolves howl, horned owls summon their young
Echoes tend the starlit night
Junipers nest in crevices of metamorphic rocks
Clover and strife are bedded by the light dew settling

In the west the stage retains its natural beauty
Unlike civilization of distant places undergoing restoration
High terrains are provisional to its harbor side valleys
Eagles soaring in the ultimate skies, falcons scouting for conspicuous prey
The Grand Mesa, home to the pioneers and to those who make the pilgrimage

Kim Koo

Born in Korea,
Saw Korea being annexed.
Went to China,
Provisional government was made.

Had many dangers of losing life,
Didn't give up his acts.
his existence,
the strongest shield that has exist.

also known as BaekBeom,
which means people with lowest identity.
wanting to see the country boon,
Saw each problem with the eye of person that have lowest identity...

Kim Koo did his best to help Korea have independence,
and the name "Kim Koo" is still in our mind, with thankfulness...

Human Beings Are Provisional

Human beings that we are here,
live as provisional creatures,
occupying provisional bodies,
possessing provisional life,	
speaking provisional language,
in equivocal temporal existence.
nothing perfect, nothing absolute	

In case of doubt let me assure you
Let’s review this claim 150 years to come

That time we shall be together
not human but living a life elsewhere
immaterial but actual and pure
pure saints or pure devils far away
in the reality world of earthly doubt
a world  temporal existence is dream

No eating, no dancing, no laughing
with body without erogenous structures 
but praise of God without mouth
because all of them are strange things
all being taboos to the immaterial

Broken Front Tooth Gum Shun Two

a scant mere
seconds to late, when with a crash, which near
concussion smacked noggin
   hard against blocky chunk hove ice
   informing gap toothed email

   (actually, that incident
   me quite traumatized),
   i.e. unpreparedly tasting solid rock hard material -
   with ugly reflection that didst stare
from a looking glass re: mirror,
   which aye avoided at all possible costs where
to cast and fit mouth
   with a provisional crown entailed maybe a year.

necessitating cupped gloved hands
   to punctuate every muffled word
to be but barely heard
akin to talking with mouth full of custard

above the quiet riotous mirth 
   analogous to twittering bird
winning sympathy from parents,
   who did level best to tend distraught son
who ushered playback of events
   with less disastrous rerun
praying for a high lee angel

   to grant reverse outcome brought none
gut wrenching grief
   immediately terminated former fun
damage irreversible
   and perfect smile of pearly white
   forever broke 
   NOT the least itty bitty funny, comical,
   nor countenanced devastation done.

The Incognizant Dance With Death

HE INCOGNIZANT DANCE WITH DEATH 

Avoidance, denial,  deception, delusion.
Thing's that we use to not see the conclusion.

The randomness of truth causes continual deflection,
due to constant reminders of our prevailing direction.


The life long endeavor, to attain a long life,
could end prematurely with the slip of a knife. 


Whereas faith and hope are all that we have, 
they are nothing more than a provisional salve. 

Uncertainty dwells in the back of our minds,
The human condition and fear intertwined. 

Here today, gone tomorrow,
Most of us wish for more time we could borrow.

The majority will do anything to keep on the blinders,
But just closing our eyes will remove few reminders. 

There are 2 main certificates involved in this game, one for birth, one for death, but they sure aren't the same.

So live for today cuz you never do know,
Maybe tomorrow is the time you will go.

You Cross My Path

You cross my path today 
In solitude and silence 
Then you Smile, and floated away, 
Giving my heart a brief indulgence. 

I thought about that voyage,
That you will take from this hasty bend, 
Then the path before me will submerge 
Covered over, and come to a dead end.

Those brief moments will take silent shelter, 
In provisional time the jewel of precious kind  
Limit the power for us to spend together, 
There is no better wish that I could find.

Where joy holds the candle in my heart  
Until the day dawn when the light shines 
Across the tracks where beauty smile bright 
And the splendour of time gently chimes.

We will find words that knows no end 
Breaking forth from around every bend.

Word For Today: Original

Health experts advise us to consume only drinks that are MEDICINAL
Greed is a reason adduced for sellers of drugs that aren’t ORIGINAL
Law enforcement agents are after those importers just like a CRIMINAL
Where local producers make drugs, their license must be PROVISIONAL
Close monitoring of process is important even if the item is NUTRITIONAL
Producers may abuse approvals thus any waiver must be CONDITIONAL

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