For every single buttered bun,
there comes a simple ques-ti-ON:
Should I have another one?
My answer came, and it would stun:
when everything is said and done,
acid reflux is not fun.
Standing one in Liberty City
They do not entertainment at the local bondage
Structured homes ques blue and purple lilies
Trees encapsulated in polluted environmental caskets
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Solar brights lit lights quantum heaven bliss
Days lights envisions captures darkness path
Pin light grasping beams rays sunbathing
Exactly exposure midnight grips light not
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For neighborhood district light cast darkness back
Sun rays sunbathing warmth beams of sunshine
Lost yet knowing where I am at
They do not entertainment at the local 5 and dime
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Structured homes ques blue and purple lilies
It's hard to surface up living in the ghetto Liberty City
2/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2024
In our days of rage the world’s ablaze, with anger’s fire,
We’re utterly stuck, in tempestuous muck and quagmire.
Lives were simple, and laughs easy, in the good ole days,
Thru endless summers and bar-b-ques, folk came of age.
There is a new age with clenched fists and voices aloud,
Marching with cruel intent, a menacing, seething crowd.
Inequality, injustice, and exclusion fuels the burning ire,
Power puts asunder the powerless’s bid to climb higher.
Powers corrupt, but let us never forget, the power of peace,
Let’s embrace our better angles; in unity, our conflicts cease.
In these days of rage, we must engage, live by a golden rule,
If we can’t live together as one, we will all die apart as fools.
Though anger and vitriol may be a force for us to reckoned,
Charity and mutual understanding are what truly beckoned.
An epilogue pending; in the days of rage, let’s turn the page,
And build a kinder world, where virtue unfeigned is waged.
Blinking dazedly, she drifts through the roads
Sometimes a light sparkles and then it fades
Her eyes view the world
Like an astigmatic sees the lights on the street
What does she want?
The clear young girl lost her sight.
Clarity moved away for hazy views.
A prescription so dearly needed.
Hospital ques seem endless.
The ultimate view seems forever beyond her grasp
And thus she loses her balance.
Arms flailing to catch on and feel,
She wonders if this is all her life would be.
Art Deco with her thin women
Pointed noses
Uppity attitudes
Elegant manner of dress
Art Deco with her square jaws
Curly ques made just so
Her flapper fringes
rivaling her outrageous hemlines
Art Deco with her ultra-modern ways
so shocking in the forties
when we listened to our shows on the radio
without seeing visuals
If you chase death, it might not be your life that is cut short.
Don't put your keys in the same pocket as your cell phone.
One source for news heralds only one outcome.
Communities make cents, governments seldom see sense.
If you want a job done, join the ques.
We sometimes underestimate the size of the shadow we cast.
A genuine smile can warm up a room.
Fraudsters like companies that are understaffed.
Apron strings tied with a bow show running away is not the only way out.
Tonight I write To see If I can pen this
Like taking metal with my mind
Seeing if I can bend this
A Bee can See Only what A Bee Perceives
So We Conceive Only Our Wants & Needs
Yet hauntingly Its taunting me
The Wants I need
Wants to flaunt with greed
If I stomp a Pea Will it mind my Ques
If I not Succeed Then Will i Loose
Refuse To choose
A will Thats Free,
Is that my choice my voice
To be me
The skills it needs, is not a pill that reads
Side effects you might regret
When you feel the bleed
They kill the ill, just to make a deal
In turn to seal their days
Evil in their ways
To learn by mistake
Not concern for pearly gates
Why would you choose to loose
An early unworthy Fate
F orming leisure into priceless summer memories
A round campfires and backyard bar-b-ques
R equires little but long days of June’s welcome sunshine
E ventful gathering of July’s sunsets in blazing hues
W hile we linger to watch the August night ignite the stars
E veryone contently wrapped in summers warm cloak
L oving week-ends of mountain paths and lakeside swims
L uscious scents of roses, lilies and brief gentle rains
T ranscends our senses as days fall towards September rites
O n summer winds come Autumns chilling quick breath
S urrounded with lush gardens of ample harvest baskets
U nder umbrellas shaded canopy our final days of vacations
M arking the end of summer as we swim against the transition
M asking the shorter days with the last pitch of our tents
E xperience finally the first fog laced mornings of webs with dew
R esisting the final farewell to summer as Autumn colors wave
10-3-2020
Farewell to Summer
Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
O' the fallen snow;
Mixed within temperatures bow;
They themselves shall enter in;
Deep amidst there is winter grins;
And unless they agree to submit;
From water to land commit
Ravagers all from breast to breast;
Tease the animals and forest birds that make nest;
Keepers sort polar ashes;
Horizontal glare dismissals clashes;
Brief ado present Ques;
Amidst the tulip flowers dew;
2/7/20
For STRAND no 670, any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Add Homebrew, Tesla & Woodworking "Fine´"
Ask Rob, "Parlez Vous Francais?"
And His Reply, "Ques Que C'est?"
Instead of "Bonjour!", Good 'Ole "Hey!"
Friendly is Rob, Sharing All On His Tray,
He'll Listen to Your Tears & Your Say,
Concerned Others Don't Lose Their Way,
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Expecting Nothing in Return, No Pay,
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WINTER"S HERE
The leaves are falling,
a new season comes calling,
orange, red, and fuscia leaves,
scattered up and down by the breeze .
As balmy breezes strip the trees
, these whispering trees await the freeze,
A serene blend of beauty
Fall slips away,
gone are the days on the lakes,
back-yard bar-be-ques, and clam-bakes.
The snow-fall comes
our noses run,
winter's here we'll make snowmen for fun.
Dawn flings new light
As eyes sense sight
The urge of morn
Sings to the dawn
Light brings new sense
To time and tense
Live well this day
With fun and play
Start with good cheer
See faith purge fear
End with clear poise
That knows sure voice
Let tale now speak
To paint fond tweaks
In just a smile
Grand thoughts can style
Look within now
To know endow
Look deeper here
To live good cheer
Look and you'll see
Truth and beauty
Know this for sure
Joy makes you pure
Know who you are
A brilliant star
Nothing can mar
True love lives far
Dare brave your fate
As cheer fills plate
Dare be just you
As finesse ques
Dare live with zest
In journey quest
When the end comes
Love floods the sum
Leon Enriquez
17 November 2014
Singapore
in what I believe
in the poetry I conceive
of life
of love
an mother earth
of marriage
my wife
a rebirth
soul mates
a roll in the sheets
European outings
our little trips
of friends
family
good wine
sunny days bar b ques
rainbows
summer showers
sleeping in late
with my soul mate
note’s with kisses on it
long conversations in bed
the wind on a cold winter day
morning coffee
the smell of your perfume
after you leave
and this is what I believe
Proud people of the Haitian Ile,
Stand firm with head held high.
Though days may last for a while,
The world has begun to hear your cry.
Le monde ecoute les voix criant;
On voit et meme se sent votre douleur.
Avec vous, on est priant.
Avec vous, aussi on pleure.
Two plus centuries ago,
You proved strength and gained liberty.
For your great past, there’s a greater tomorrow,
In spite of the now, pursue prosperity.
Le monde écoute votre voir d’éspoir;
On voit toute votre courage.
Quelle belle pays et peuple noir –
À vous, on dis “soyez brave, soyez brave!”
Such a calamity to strike Porte-au-Prince;
May you raise capital walls and the hearts therein.
Like those of Katrina, you will be remembered since;
This time, may justice and compassion speedily win.
Haiti, le monde écoute les cries de votre terre;
On voit ques vos avez tellement de besoins.
Il nous semble qu’un des ces est un frère.
Donc, à vous on dit, “On vient!”
(Dedicated to Haiti as a result of the 2010 earthquake.)
the vision of the heart that sees,
that connects and compliments its reality,
that takes within the heart of loves call,
positioned we stand through the birth of it all,
the season of choosing may look the same,
that grasps our interests and intentions in many ways,
but placed we are..in God's orderly fashion,
to bring us back to love...there is no comparison,
to the deepness of love within...his heart moves,
knowing where to place you and what to do,
in his hands, in the shadow of his wings,
answering loves unspoken requests through the heart of everything,
many answers...many ques...
that can move the heart to wholeness anew.
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