What a day promises
Is light. Time's passing.
What is guaranteed besides
That is up to you.
Does know which optimist.
Whose smile from within
Reflects, hope-filled, whose life-rides
Be they stray off-course
Fate's trust. Holds, for its reined horse
What guides. Straight and true.
The Flight Of The Flock,
Survival Of The Fearless...
Unassured...
Shall You Overcome?
Fight Is Just Flight
Reined In, More Likely
Unsuccessful...
To Be Or Not To Be?
Nobody's Asking.
Everything Can Be
Dangerous...
Keep Up Your Arms.
Flee Your Fear!
Or... Lay Down Right There,
With Your "Fleeings."
Seriously. EVADE CAPTURE.
-Gray Squirrel
12-08-2025
Walk Home
In urban life, something is lost
Civilization is a plasticized life
Fashionable term of blindness
Oh, this is a wrong assessment!
We live in a contemporary world!
See lies as truth, and don’t think!
This is the key to modern life!
Drugged and deceived masses
By economic psychology, reined!
They enjoy this life
I am not domesticated
I am not urbanized
Live in nature
Without mass
And walk alone
That’s the life
Love of life
Meet with God
What a beautiful message my dear
Ever so wonderful to have you near
Thank you for the blessings and kind words
So sweet humble becoming heard
I'm you, you're a beautiful soul
A blessing to be reined and behold
May the love, peace, and grace
Be so filling illuminates your space
Lord you are my beautiful message
Lord you are my beautiful message
Truths be told you are truly beautiful
You are the Most High God
Indeed shine upon you as well
Father so shines in my soul
Wishing you a wonderful day filledwhole
With encouragement and joy, beautifully said!
Hallelujah Glory to ya!
Lord you are my beautiful message
Speak to me, speak to me earnestly
Lord you are my beautiful message
And in you I'm so ever blessed
You're absolutely right God's love
Is the ultimate source of all goodnessso
Let's strive to love with sincerity,
Kindness, and compassion, just as Jesus taught us
Lord
Halleluja
Lord Jesus you are the word
And in the word you're a beautiful message heard
4/18/25
Written words by Damilo James Edward Lee Sr.2025
With President Trump, no country should mess
unless her leaders and citizenry crave hyper-stress
Two weeks in office, he’s reined in three socialist wannabees
Columbia, Mexico, Canada ~ already pleading, down on their knees
The ambitious dreamer,
Fell in love
And obtained the flame.
Now, he's reined
In the scene of dailiness.
Woe, such rebellious spirit waned.
On the stage of his mind,
Emotionally drained.
They looked into
Each others eyes
LOVE was all they knew
Til shadows
On the border
Placed black over blue
The ground was green
The sky was black
Rain fell to flood
The wood was acacia
The nails were iron
The price reined as blood
War in the heavens
War on earth
Nothing at peace
Doomsday looming
The enemy grooming
For the Kracken's release
"Are you disconcerted"
Seeing, she saw
The history of man
Judgment of defense
Not knowing how to fight
They stopped trusting the plan
...of Restoration
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-14-2023
The Romans could have saved their empire,
If only there had been fewer forests,
For their enemies to hide in.
In open land they reined supreme,
Raging rivers they tamed,
Swamps they drained,
Deserts and mountain ranges,
They found ways to cross,
And tunneling had them at the top of their game.
With their state-of-the-art war machines,
No other army could compete,
But with Archimedes long dead,
And Leonardo da Vinci yet to be born,
They were doomed to be short of chainsaws,
To cut down enough trees,
For their enemies to come out and play,
On the Romans home ground.
I want to kiss your pretty face
Around the world in every place
Where romance lives and shines so bright
Where every day is only night
Where we could simply ride around
In horse drawn carriage, sit spellbound
Through central parks and squares lit up
I'd look into your eyes closeup
And as the space grew less and less
Between our lips I'd close my eyes
What happens next, no need to guess
This shouldn't come as a surprise
I'd kiss you hard, I'd kiss you long
I'd hold you tight, desire strong
The horses reined, not free to roam
Until later on when we got home
Once when I was a child
My reins were held by my parents
This pony once led by their rants
Now that my mustang is old
My reins still slip from my grasp
I go where this beast goes
Divorced from my old mare
I am no longer noosed
Years of service make it wary
When my child returns at half-time
He takes my reins playfully
Taming my mustang without a whine
When he dismounts for her
I lose sight of my destination
Someday, I'll bridle without a bother
Then I won’t be ridden by my beast
The saddle will find its place
Someday my racing heart will cease
Together we’ll limp to the finish line
Our eyes on the journey before us
Not fixing my gaze side to side
This bronco will find its stride
Confident in my equestrian skills
I’ll cross the line in an easy ride
Then no longer reign or be reined
Ready for the glue factory in style
As Jesus cries he is finished
TENSIONS
virtues
or flaws
underscored
&
restrained
then
reined-in
an
alternation
of
restraint
in
motion
a
versatile
satire
of
mood
in
poignancy
&
grace
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
In these times of plenty
I see some dreadful scenes,
Yesterday a girl too poor
To have holes in her jeans.
I felt for that lassie
For I know the passion
That the young seem to feel
About following the fashion.
She could’ve cut her own but
Imagine the shame, poor thing
If her friends had discovered
She wasn’t wearing the real thing
Just a homemade attempt and
Just not in anyway the same
As that authentic hole that
Carried a Designer’s name.
In these days of austerity
It’s come sadly to pass
They’ve reined in hopes
Of the working class.
It’s Austerity for the poor,
Tax breaks for the rich,
And, like it or not,
Life’s just a .
Just count your blessings
For Brexit’s on track
And Fat Boris the liar has
Given us our country back.
Those folk in Europe
Are all jealous as hell
For they all now know
It’s all working so well
Ignore the long queues
Of lorries waiting at Dover
It’s all just Fake News and
The Brexit crisis long over.
It’s just nostalgia now
For times that have been
When any ordinary lass could
Afford Designer holes in her jeans.
O my heart, why?
Why do you despair?
Why not be more patient?
You wish for the unwishable,
Love is but an elusive maiden
A wistful illusion…
Who has ever reined in the whimsical wind?
Who has ever ensnared the sunshine?
Who has ever fettered the waves of the sea?
Who has ever restrained color?
Who has ever confined beauty?
Forbear, my heart, make no such efforts,
Know you not
that love is fraught with longing and loneliness?
Why then,
Why do you yearn in vain?
~08/09/22
~Contest: Strong Emotions
~Sponsor: Emile Pinet
~Emotions:- Love, despair.
Tethered in moments of longing and passion
the heart lapses into time framed by hours of sedation
where there is joy there is you beyond comparison
I respond to your caress
embraced by your sweet bless
When calls the heart
Reined in by your dotes and feverish affection
flavors of your heavenly concoction
there is comfort in your arms
I respond to your caress
embraced by your sweet bless
When calls the heart
Since Jay decided to be a poster child
He’s reined in his tendency to go wild
He’s quiet as a mouse
Dead silence in the house
To laryngitis for aye reconciled
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