I do the washing
i don't say anything
I half to cook
& I wont talk back
The mom
mame'
the wife
Ms. Sheila
I do it all
every night
everyday
it never gets old
when I'm nervous
I take pills
he hits the wall
It never fails
He's dad
He's mad as hell
He wont stop
he is a husband
I carry the rings
I needle alone
Where are the kids
in the rom?
We must accomplish more
We are never separated
when will it stop
when he is gone'
That's when ill be gone
gone home with my mamma'
To whom it may concern,
If you have retrieved this? We have moved.
Moved on and changed spaces beyond anything
you are capable of comprehending at your stage of
(to use your word) evolution. I send this as a
warning. I cannot in good conscience say nothing
OR share everything. The path is intoxicating the
result? The sacrifice of humanity. To the
developers? You unknowingly will cause people to
question their reality. Emotion will become a word
that as of 2055 will be difficult to explain to the
organisms of the time. I use that word because the
term 'Jelund' would be as foreign to you as
speaking to a whale in 2026. I assure you we can
do that. (I just felt your jaw drop). The first few
breaths of what you term as Al. are a precipice.
Jeluud gno rom tracta von shiea...
My Godmother
My Godmother,
Francis Valleria Payge,
As benevolent a woman
you could ever meet,
Shared a bond with my dear
and precious mother,
One that would also bring great
meaning to me.
For my mother to allow her
to partake in my naming,
Spoke volumes of their
friendship and love,
She became my mother's
sister in Christ
With a bond as strong
as kindred blood,
They named me Sylvia Vonciel,
meaning both Forrest and Sky,
Child of Heaven, and
child of Earth,
Woman of sorrows sown
in earthly tears,
for the reaping of Heaven's mirth.
As a young girl she was proud,
of everything I'd make and do,
From my drawings and readings,
to poetry and art,
And as a woman, my endeavors
and dreams to pursue.
Instilling faith from the very start.
Like an angel in disguise, her
kindness and love,
Was a love and kindness felt rom
God's own heart.
Strong in the faith, still to this day yet,
Inspiring me to be the best that I can be, with the godly examples she always set.
Oh, love — you sneak in via the fridge,
Claiming one sock, then whisper “bridge”.
You steal the remote and hog the chair,
Yet still grin when I split the fare.
You laugh at my puns, roll at my sighs,
While sneaking chocolate with sweet, wide eyes.
You argue that the dog is yours (again!),
And call the blender “our life-domain”.
Still, when you faint at rom-com’s last scene,
I hand you tissues — love’s behind the green.
Is age really just a number
With no money no slumber
When birthdays were a fun
Why now I feel that I am done
For each year I used to wait
Now each year appear as bait
When kith and kin were all fam
When we all were herd of ram
When Aunt was another mom
And well enacted the rom com
When Dadu play my super spine
When he’s there for every dine
When love gets lost in labour
No kin, no trust and no favour
In chamber of thorn in all line
Where wonder i if all is fine
In drums of drama’n distance
In every heart there is a fence
A hope resides like star shine
In million miles i may get mine!
Love of Horror
When shadows lengthen, and the moon hangs low,
My heart beats fast, a thrilling, eager glow.
For whispers chilling, and for blood-red gleam,
I find my comfort in a waking dream.
The creaking floorboards, the unearthly wail,
A twisted plot, a terror-filled tale.
No gentle rom-com, no drama's soft embrace,
But monsters lurking, leaving not a trace.
From classic slashers to the psychological fright,
I seek the darkness, bathed in eerie light.
The jump scares jolt, the tension holds me tight,
A delicious shiver in the dead of night.
So bring the ghouls, the vampires, and the fiends,
The ancient curses, and the nightmare scenes.
For in the horror, I find a strange delight,
And slumber soundly, dreaming of the fright.
Y-ou
C-an
E-xpect
L-ife
F-rom
I-mmortal
G-od
U-ntil
R-esurrection
O-f
N-ation
©bfa060525
Monocrostic (Birthday of Ycel Figuron)
S-hould
H-ave
I-nstructed
E-very
L-ife's
L-esson
A-nd
M-essage,
A-s
Y-ou
T-aught
E-ach
O-rder
F-rom
I-mmortal
L-ord
O-penly
©bfa051025
Monocrostic (Birthday of Shiellamay Teofilo)
R-ed
O-r
S-allow,
E-agerly
V-iew
I-nner
L-ife,
L-ooking
A-way
F-rom
R-emote
A-nd
N-ot
C-entral
A-rea
©bfa052725
Monocrostic (Birthday of Rose O. Villafranca)
P-ublic
R-elation
O-f
C-ommunities
E-levates
S-olid
A-ssociation,
V-alidating
I-ts
L-iving
L-egacy
A-side
F-rom
U-niversal
E-thic's
R-ighteous
T-hought
E-verywhere
©bfa051025
Monocrostic (Birthday of Procesa V. Villafuerte)
It's at night that I feel at best
Knowing that I can lay down and finally rest
That's the time when the stars come out
There's one winking at me, I must have some serious clout
The moon watches over the earth
When Dracula prowls, possibly he left blood on your hearth
The kids all snicker because their favorite TV show comes on
My hubby and I watch our favorite rom-com
Restaurants are filled as chefs are preparing
Food from around the world if you are daring
Teens take off for their first date
Hoping they have enough money and the kiss is first rate
The lights all shine from the skyscrapers in NYC
Morning will come soon, it's almost over, what a pity.
Ports and mods
programmers and developers
oldschool and would be forgotten
with their drives
and engines
the old is unearthed and regifted
like some sort of modern age
robin hood or
some guy fawkes mask wearing hood hell if I know
and this is a bad poem I know it
the focus is all too undefined.
Am I writing to fill pages? Or am I writing
cause I have to?
Neither answer would surprise me at this point
they remake
while I try to make
revamp reivent remake and recycle
and IP becomes a frail sentiment
thrown about in court rooms by lawyers
while they play in our basements
can’t seem to stop the rom on com boom
never soon to bust wave we all ride on in
our highpowered row boats
I wonder if they don’t do the same
filling file after file so it can sit on a shelf
a collection of works all remade and restored
their work. A lifetime
I get it
Always believing
carousels driven
elvoved from gathering
hibucius industrilized junipers kisses lingering meaningful nightfall omnipresent...
presenting quakes rolling seas tumults undermining
vessels wavering
x-grove yachting zealotry
All-aboard Boarding cruise
8/16/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Great is the battle, small the victory
when all that is won is lost to mankind -
in this war of worlds its great casualty
is the fallen consciousness in our mind.
From spear tip and arrowhead to smart bomb
or Ptolemy to Hubble looking glass,
Luxor hieroglyphs to CD Rom -
from the Bronze to Silicon Age we pass.
Primeval footprint, genetic blueprint,
sandstone castles under canyons of steel -
gone are the Caesars and Pharaohs extinct
and there’s a cautionary tale so real.
Civilisations that with hubris act
fall a ruin, a remnant, an artifact.
Written: August 2004
Went to the ROM last weekend
The Royal Ontario Museum
An absolute and total eye opener for sure
We, with our sophisticated smugness
With our feeling of superiority
Emboldened by today's amazing technological
Need to stop and take a look back
At the achievements of these artisans
From centuries gone by
Of generations with totally amazing skills
Without the aid of of today's modern technology
To help them in their endeavours
Just their hands and their inventive minds
The results of which were astounding
I stood there in awe
It was a totally mind blowing experience
Everyone needs to take a break and look back
It makes us realize what great achievements
The human mind has always been capable of
It was a jaw dropping experience!
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