A constant urge
Gnawing, relentless, overwhelming
It preys on my mind
Refusing to let its guard down
But I keep my defences strong
My soldiers fight to their last breath
Every battle a defiance
A rejection of your concrete ways
Try as I might
My castle will never be satisfactory
My cavalry, my strength, my empire
Will never match your desires
But my longings
My desires
Live on
And I refuse to live this way
To tiptoe, to whisper
To silence my voice at the mercy of your thunderous demands
To obey you at the expense of myself
INTERMITTENT EXPERIENCES-:-
satisfactory
responsed
immediacy
intractably
synthesised
in EMOTIONAL AUTHENTICITY
impressed
indications
imagined
emergent
intimacy
with en face DIGNITY
timorous
anonymous
integrity
genuinely
reflected
I burned for my book
Sentence formation is complete
From idea to finished script,
first sprout came several years ago
Editing and rewriting
changes over and over again
My goal is to stand tall
To develop a strong plot
the structure is essential
Must grab the reader, reason to read on
Is my work satisfactory?
Emotions commit abuse
motivation and self-confidence needs a boost
The path to self renewal to conquer
An F-word I value ... FRIDAY
- might feel insignificant
No satisfactory scientific explanation
on exactly why
The brains best guess -
is influenced by several factors
working together
Prefer the glass half full, perspective
Mr Acceptable and Mr Satisfactory
Mr Acceptable and Mr Satisfactory suggest
one hour of
clicking is
implemented to
make sure heroism declines in
popularity.
FONDEST MEMORY
A childhood memory considered as fond, I can’t recall
Perhaps it all was satisfactory, better than nothing at all
There was a love and kindness, little to complain about
Some days were only a blur, but some things stood out
Like the time when I must have been just five years old
First day at school when everyone did as they were told
Kind teacher and simple rules, with a degree of lenience
Exploring a new world, and playtime a novel experience
My home life was fine, I had toys and food on the table
And nudging against the boundaries, as far as I was able
There were good times for sure, when I fill in those gaps
Yet was any memory fond, maybe none - or all, perhaps
Traveling down the memory lane paved a long time ago,
I remember when I was completing graduation,
what profession I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor gave my career a direction to follow.
A short statured profoundly erudite humble person,
introduced me to the fascinating facets of geology,
and to the intricacies of the earth in a simple way,
expounding its interesting evolution history.
The complex lattice of crystals he made clear to me,
using designed diagrams and meticulous models,
showed me in the field what in the rocks to see,
opened window in microscope on the world of minerals.
His unique way of teaching influenced my young mind,
ingrained in me a deep interest in the marvels of nature,
leading me to continue my studies in earth science,
creating the launching pad for my satisfactory career.
I won’t forget him for I realize with sense of gratitude
how the course of fulfilling life a teacher carves out,
not only by sensible sustenance of the imbibed acumen,
but by molding the mind to be satisfied with the shaped life.
What words can I use, speechless
What art can I use, sketchless
Your beauty exceed words
Your beauty is beyond demonstration
Its just over extremes
I heard about Garden of Eden's beauty, it's satisfactory
I have seen the Peacock, it's gorgerous
But your beauty unique, very special.
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beyonder"
Yours is for everyone to be stunned, its magically
You are amazingly designed, so perfect
You are wonderfully created, so accurate
Your beauty completes all human aspects
From your heart inside-out, you are beautiful
Decency is portrayed in you appearance
How you talk with others volumes dignity
Your intelligence is a secret of wisdom
Praise are for the womb that brought you
Blessed is the mother
You are more than a Queen, you are the Majesty itself,
You are everyone's dream!
Like a Christian story of the New Jerusalem
Everyone desires you!
You are an amazing blessing, such miraculous Gift,
In the hot, dry summer, there is little doubt
that there often can be severe periods of drought.
All across the dusty terrain
the earth seems to cry out for rain.
People exclaim with disbelief
about the high heat and pray for relief.
When the rain does come and falls upon the ground,
one can hear, feel, taste and see it all around;
and there's something else, something olfactory
that is not noticed as much but quite satisfactory.
A fragrance that is earthy, pleasant and sweet,
a sensory bonus borne of summer heat.
So, here is a word that you may not have known before:
the scent from rain on dry ground is called "petrichor".
And so to conclude and have everything summed,
you can all go to bed tonight, a little less stunned!
Mission statement
broken promises
miscued satisfactory
guarantee Mount
of courses
Major pangs pains
Tranquil mission equality
Misjudge guided path
Lost on the road
Fables lies and stories
yet I'm told
Guarded yet misguided wonderful
Sheltered yet home
Homeless covered yet naked
How do you accept this
Prodigal Son has come home
isen from his lie down
Horizontal thoughts
In a vertical vessel
He struggles with himself
in life's lessons
~~~~~~~mission statement
He carries the weight
the guilt the shame of tens
maybe thousands of generations before him
Shown the light in his eyes
Yet do shine his heart is solid
And soul flickering
But yet they fines careless
Is the thoughts of the thoughtless
As the mind's wrinkles thesis
Floods The valleys overflows
The dry land I believe for you
I believe for Elohim my bloodshed
is not a worthless
Cause for you see
Jesus Christ died for you and I and all
Hallelujah
6/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
This old house has stuck windows.
Some of those panes are strangely cracked.
In places, the glass is oddly chipped.
We will replace those worn and chipped.
Then our house will have new windows
Only the internal glass will be cracked.
If only we could mend those cracked
And wounded hearts, and fill-in chipped-
Broken pieces like the glass in windows
But broken hearts cannot be like new windows, not cracked or chipped.
I am having trouble with doing this form. LOL.. This is still not satisfactory for me.
Bugs to flour
plants to wheat
you eat your bugs
I will eat wheat flour
you watch the crickets
I will watch wind blow sheaves
You spend millions on a bug factory
but cannot spend it on health care satisfactory
You can have your crickets while I enjoy my big steak treat
Bon appetite hope you don't heave with vomit at your feet.
For conquests of smells that are plain stench,
Keep cornering perfumes of The French:
I’d seen an animated advance
Towards a wide range of these perfumes
By seekers of a classic fragrance
Like police dogs towards picked up fumes,
Their waiting covers quickly remove
And with long sniffs their excellence prove…
Yet, this does a lot confuse The Nose
And tires all wires to it close;
I’d choose to not fool The Olfactory
To home dash with The Satisfactory.
Be warned one’s True Yes might be later
One’s final judgment to wait and wait…
Quest for perfumes a search for image
Rarely I glimpsed one in the village;
Men they’d grab or their company,
More of them spray and they’ll be many.
There is a faerie tree house deep in the forest woods they say
I did not believe it my first sixty years, but then I found it one day
When you see something ethereal and magical with your own eyes
It is no longer satisfactory to call the so-called rumors – ridiculous lies.
Boy could not get a satisfactory answer on earth
So he resolved to speak to the moon
How will you do it? His dragon asked.
I shall fly up there tonight in my dreams, of course.
Boy was a possibility thinker.
That night he flew up to the moon and asked his question.
I have no idea, the moon said. Have you asked your dragon?
How did you know I have a dragon?
I heard you talking to him this afternoon.
This surprised the boy.
And it surprised the dragon.
Who always had the answer.
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