(From1)
Snowflakes whisper peace, in Frozen air,
Echoes of battle, comrade beyond repair.
(Form2)
Alone I stand, in snowy vastness wide,
Blood- soaked memories, my comrade demise.
(Form3)
Before me, snow's pure silence deep,
Behind crimson shadows, comrades sleep.
~Byeol
I wake up to see a sky gray but untroubled
But will my day unfold, remaining unwounded?
The forecast says mild rains will come in a short while,
But will the flowers get drenched awake unwounded?
A fledgling bird shivers under a dripping leaf,
quenches its thirst, will it fly away unwounded?
I shake my mind off mangled dregs from last night’s dreams
But will my dazed senses recover unwounded?
I need to touch and hold rich testaments of joy
Will these console my soul to remain unwounded?
@jjote 090624
It can be such a game
With fortune and fame there to choose
Sometimes hard to select
Not knowing if you'll win or lose
Once in a while times come
When you turn around and look back
You might see the baggage
That you have yet come to unpack
Some roads are short and smooth
While others are bumpy and long
Often you'll feel welcome
Other times you will not belong
No matter what happens
You will go through so many scenes
The best you can hope for
Is to remain true to your dreams
Morning of ash, I always stayed with the invite of ash.
But, I don’t think they return scatter me.
“Why you can’t be the ash?” they asked
“Because I have been ash”
The woman that never speak out cut herself her tongue.
Again who tongue will snap?
Do you understand my language?, I will you.
But, now my sleeping was forward the forever death.
Yes, blue, and gray, then the sadness who anyone doesn’t need
Implicated my fat body. I’m the rock, 200 lb.I can’t enter your bottle.
No, blue, and gray, then at the end,
the success who everybody need wasted away grgradually.
Think, I drunk with the little fuel.
1. Your lip/ Ash
2. Your sister’s lip/Ash
That mean I’m not a gay.
Right, the ash of morning will fly into the sky.
I make burn someone with worse ash.
And, I will say about “Nothing..” with remarks.
Thwelt Di Nwe
I feel bad we never met
You missed out on something amazing
I was God's grace, I was boundless
I never saw it coming in the end
Only feeling me in fleeting moments
The greatest version already left
I really have been fading
Day in, day in for a decade
I am sorry for being what is remaining
I will try my best to at least be entertaining
At most on a good day
Be your lover and friend
Your Brother to the end
Your son who never left
The person you wish you met
Even if I have lost a few steps
I hope you find me as I intend
One of the community's problems
that leads to violence and strife
is the conflict among groups.
Even many households
experience this thing.
Evil words wound
as deeply
as a
sword.
Simple things remain simple so they claim who are those that say these things?
12/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
It appears to be the end of TP
Only one roll remaining
White gold it has been called
Even old newspaper cannot be found
A half moon arising on a small cabin door
With the thrown awaiting and butts quivering
People lining up with only one thought
Buy it now or run out only one remaining
Minds racing while running down an aisle
Filling carts with white gold for an outhouse
With trembling thought’s of running out
Covid-19 is running wild they shout
Using their mask as a last resort
Contest: The Last 1
Sponsored By: Anthony Biaanco
Date Created: 11/28/2020
R-emaining
A-ctive
N-icely
D-evotes
O-ne's
L-ife
P-raising
H-oly
L-ord
I-n
N-oble
G-oal
A-s
O-verflowing
L-ove
I-s
N-otably
G-iven
A-nd
O-ffered
Topic: Birthday of Randolph C. Lingao-Lingao (May 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
What primordial force resides in she?
Perfectly-turned ankles, tight
Fitting coat;
Flawless curvature of her divine
Throat:-
The loveliness that is Penelope.
Swept off your hat -- tossed back your
Auburn hair!
Shifting her head, smiled, held me
In her gaze;
The appalling beauty within that
Stare:-
My desperation my remaining days.
How often I have so cursed my faint
Heart;
If I was but half of Odysseus,
Had embarked upon the rigorous test,
Employed his guile, his lucid,
Cunning arts.
But you were done with awkward,
Fumbling boys...
Then just I, alone, lost amid the
Noise.
vanished in thin air
in seconds
no trace remaining
of passion's fiery kisses
enchanted evenings
everlasting nights
swift plunged into the icy abyss
where memories brittle crack --
winters of discontent in jealousy sown
E-agerly
L-ook
A-t
I-mpressive
Z-enith
A-nd
D-o
E-ither
L-ong
R-un
O-r
S-hort
A-scent
R-emaining
I-n
O-ptimism
Topic: Birthday of Elaiza Del Rosario (February 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
L-et
I-t
L-ive
I-n
A-nother
R-adiant
O-pen
D-awn
R-emaining
I-n
G-low
U-nder
E-ffulgent
Z-enith
Topic: Birthday of Lilia Rodriguez (September 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
though we are
beyond yesterday
in our redemptive sojourn
let us remain mindful
of our thoughts...
our thoughts
are what guide us—
love...peace...
unity...liberation...
think on these things
and remember:
free your mind
and you are...
Hark! That rustling of the leaves
makes me wobbly at the knees,
or did I dream of Thatcher’s ghost
chasing "wets" from post to post?
·
When Tony Blair bashed up Hussein,
no Robin Hood at home bought gain.
Who then yet may save the day?
Who remains to show the way?
Bill Dozer is this man, I say!
Trouser? Loser? Boozer? Hey!
Who the heck's Bill Dozer?
Like Superman he flits about.
cosh in hand, with mighty clout.
He is a man of iron fist,
the last remaining socialist.
He hears each worker's woeful cry:
like Joe Hill he'll never die.
When Marx shall rise from Highgate's tomb,
capitalists will meet their doom.
Horn-rimmed his specs, his suit dull-brown,
he swoops like an eagle down.
He'll give each grabbing boss the boot
and share with us the ill-gotten loot.
Bill Dozer is this man, I say!
Trouzer? Loser? Boozer? Hey!
Who the heck's Bill Dozer?
But if still the point you missed:
He's the last remaining socialist.
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