The unspooling line
whispers in the damp morning,
"Today is the day!"
Rod Serling
His mind was swirling
He took us to dimensions unknown
By giving us the 'Twilight Zone'
knocking car engine
rocking to musical beat
threw a rod to stars
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I
bamboo curve, sun-bleached—
still smells of lakeweed and sweat.
his thumbprint remains.
II
reel jammed with old line—
ghost-tug of the one that snapped
his last muttered curse.
III
rust hooks in the shed—
nowhere left to cast but dreams
where the big ones bite.
She whimpers
She screams
Bad temper
It seems
Mom wallows
Dad screams
Pain follows
Bad dreams
Imagine a vertical column of light,
beginning at root, going up to the crown,
a tube of magnetism ushering delight,
expanding that energy flows all around,
reverberating thus by day and by night,
wherein all cells of form, in bliss rapture drown.
Pardon our diction; this is fact, not fiction,
here now within form, ego’s crucifixion.
Rodman Edward Serling
at Ithaca College tried out for curling
he found he couldn’t sweep for the stone
and decided to write the Twilight Zone
Crossing over
into the realm
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone
Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids
(The New Room: 1-15-2025)
Rod of Shepherd
Hook wayward sheep
Walk all right way.
Family of Gad
Has special power line
His might is his rod.
Jesus my Scepter
Rod of guidance
My awe-ALL protector
You’re a shelter for me
A shadow from the heat
An ensign for ALL Nations
Hallehjauh
3/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
As if pushing against that one girl who bumped into me on the sidewalk.
And never said sorry, and never looked back…
It gives me strength.
To close me into the car.
Against the fall wind.
The wind that tries to tip my car over, but never succeeds!
I shake off the chill.
The cold never wins.
Against me and this machine!
The modern technology, that keeps me warm and safe.
The heat is on.
Tilting my seat back slightly and closing my eyes.
But now…
I sense a new discomfort.
With the sun still out.
The interior of this machine,
Is starting to make me warmer and warmer.
Until I give in and take off my scarf and coat.
Turning off the heat so it’s silent except for the wind outside.
There’s never comfort.
Even in my own car, that I love and paid for.
Hot and cold.
Angry and still angry.
The dichotomy.
Is not lost on me.
Of the many cures
—there is no cure
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Rod Culleton, what can I say? But thank you mate
For all the ways, all the stands; the fireside talks
You challenge the falseness, you've walked the walk
You represent 'true Aussie creed' we'll make it right
Just as she'll' we want true hearts and mate you'll
Do.' You've got back up 'a time or two' the foe within
Can't stand our type..The shrugging shoulderd devoid
Of hype, I know you were crook ' your true heart strained.!
By souless bludgers, they're one real pain.! In many
Behinds, Geez I wish they'd discover' some hearts and minds.'
I'll say one thing more, to all the above, get well stay strong
Aussie needs such blood.' The type that just don't count
Each cost..each trifle, and hurdle. What 'might be lost?'
But whats to gain.? I advise much more.! You've done us
Proud! emptied your store, your inner self, you put skin in; This game..' You stand for more; than some shallow fame.'
So i stand and salute you, I'll meet your eye.' This country
Was built on souls that try.' We'll stay the course we'll Smash each foe, I stand with Rod.! So all will know.' That
Aussies can hope, can dream; will strive 'good on ya Rod'
You've got; some bloody drive.!
Such a violent world we live in
Hard to know just what to do
For example both my mom and dad
Have slapped and spanked me too
But nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead
Of reaching for a rod
"The rod and reproof give wisdom ..."
What does the Bible mean?
In carrying out that principle
Some have gone to the extreme
The rod of discipline should be
To train towards peace and love
True discipline's tree yields peaceful fruit
The Wisdom from above
The rod of discipline is like
The rod of a caring shepherd
Who wields his rod in a loving way
For the sheep by him are treasured
The best example is God Himself
Before whom we sin each day
Does he beat us with a rod of pain?
No, His Word shows us the way
It's true at times He scourges
Some of those that He holds dear
Even then 'tis done in a loving way
Leaving naught for us to fear
Yes, nowadays some choose a path
That may seem rather odd
To discipline with words instead,
Like the discipline from God
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