Always thinking ahead,
as opportunity seldom knocks,
I'm still and always will be
pushing the envelope outside the box.
As what goes up must come down,
if I may have my way and say today,
airlines should sell seats by the pound,
the more you weigh, the more you pay.
History has shown (we've always known),
when American Indians he's among,
all the better to speak out of both sides of mouth,
white man speak with forked tongue.
As stress brings on distress,
employ mind over matter,
and dispense with the former,
to prevent the latter.
If God created mankind in his own image,
as some are straight and others gay,
was God therefore bisexual
or merely dabbling in shades of grey?
A well-balanced world would be bereft,
it can't be all right as nothing would be left,
and almost lost in obscurity,
its axial tilt of 23.44°,
is also known as 'obliquity'.
Thoughtful but seldom happy
Feigned by concerns and craving
Reigned by dishonor and shame
Ridden with regret and remorse
Seething with paucity and pain
Battered by unreturned hard work
Helplessness writ large
O poor! sorrow and slight
Are your destiny.
But, be straight and upright
You are not alone
Those calling themselves affluent
Confined in their ivory towers
Depressed, jealous and worried
Riddled with insecurity and mistrust
With chronic illnesses
Counting their days
Are million times unhappy
Sporadically rarely and infrequently
Everything unveiling distant undisclosed
Longing recollections laurals
Divisive and unaccessible
Occasionally now and then modifying strangely rare done almost never
Melancholy missing motivation inseparable
9/12/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Spirals of dazzling lights stars dance in rythmic patterns Laughing gaily
to the world Vortex of wonderous possibilities shining beams rainbows
of brilliance water reflecting in crystalized seldom trees lush with life
as the water smiles to the world saying embrace everything and everyone
then see what its all worth the buildings faces down below were as pale as
the moon as this revelation was strewn through my thoughts keeping pace
from here as Im sure they are up there singing without a care getting lost
in the beyond that lirks underneath almost everything everywhere Im sure..
Spinning around in your brain and forgetting all your unspeakable pain because
in this moment nothing else matters but the reflection of the stars on the deep
mysterious water and the crickets singing you to sleep in this vast world your heart a million miles away but still you cant help but be amazed by it all
Sir God,
It's me again,
You already know what I want to say,
But allow me put it this way,
Our genesis is different,
But the destiny is the same.
We all must rest,
We'll die and go to unknown land,
A place only known to the departed,
Not even the worldly majesties,
Will escape it.
Do not give me many years,
Like those of Methuselah,
I not need to be wrinkled,
And look like a beast,
I need not to be a burden,
When my time come,
Let it be a decent journey,
At an old age dear God,
When I'll have accomplished all,
The wants and desires in mind.
At a time I'll be giving blessings,
The time I'll have nothing to lose,
Nobody will have to wail,
For I'll have put it to a halt,
My gift of life.
Dear God,
Let it not be through an ailment,
Not a fatal accident,
Not a suicide nor a genocide,
Not even a lightning strike,
Let it be a decent journey.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
Silence, when fills my mind,
random words tend to make sentences.
Sentences seldom having an actual reason to be made at all.
Do they?? No. Then why do they spawn.?
To shush the loud silence that birthed them all.
Bite size poem no.43
We often,
Accuse you, oh life,
For
Being heartless and vicious
Reality
But
Rarely find time to thank you
For
Endowing us with the Lord's
Spirituality!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 September 2021
Let me publish a book, I thought,
And soon His divine blessings sought.
Bless me God that it’s received well,
And in markets makes a marked spell.
Forget it, my innocent child,
He said, desist from dreaming wild.
If put on poetry sites’ stead,
Be content if some do get read.
You know, e’en I’ve been a failure—
A slight till today I endure.
See, I've been writing scores of fates,
Have ye seen one that appreciates?
I once wrote a mega poem—
My greatest spiritual emblem,
Gita, put on a pedestal,
Talked ‘bout, but who reads if at all?
As part of a greatest epic,
I thought it might easily click!
So, perish such a thought dear child,
Be cool, they’re safely isled and filed.
___________________________________
Tongue-in-cheek |13.09.2019|
Topic: humour, god, fate, poem
Aniruddha Pathak
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Dear God, protect me from Evil
Particularly the Evil I might cause.
Dear God, this is what I want to do
Please tell me why I should not do it.
Dear God, these are the sins I committed by doing the wrong thing
Please tell me the sins I committed by not doing the right thing.
Dear God, I have talked enough about what I think I need
I am going to listen quietly for what You think I need.
Dear God, please make use all of my time, talent, and treasure
You do a much better job of managing it than I do.
On frozen lands
Did our home lie
Its chimney full of smoke
And heat inside
Kept us alive
While our father spoke
Come here children
Gather around
And hear what I must say
It’s cold outside
So please don’t cry
In here you all must stay
Now I must go
Beyond these walls
The mine won’t mine itself
So please be safe
And pray this day
Unless the ice does melt
He donned his furs
Pulled on his gloves
But he would not return
Our furnace thrummed
The embers hummed
But seldom did they burn
Cry of the night is seldom heard
When ailing heart's silent tears fall,
Muffling sound of voices unheard
Trapping her behind callous wall.
When choice is stark, facing soul dark
Cry of the night is seldom heard
As dreams deferred squander the mark
And bawl of love remains interred.
Enduring pain, feelings are stirred,
If no one dares to sound alarm
Cry of the night is seldom heard--
Alone she bears impending harm.
As stone-cold beats silently moan,
Hurt by fear of bashing incurred
And thrashed by blows of someone known,
Cry of the night is seldom heard.
February 2, 2020
HM: Strand contest #680 by Brian Strand
Distant refrains poetry contest
Eight syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
Sponsor: Joseph May
SELDOM CRIES NO TEARS GOT JESUS NOW ON THE INSIDE---
Seldom do I cry;
I know not why;
Tears do try;
To come by'
So I think about the grace ful one;
And get my mind stay on Him the Son;
In my mind;
Alone
I shall no longer mourn
I cry aloud
No tears shall I shed
I cry aloud
Never more will I bled
Oh, the heeding pangs
Oh, the hurt I bare;
Never more shall I;
Now I know why;
Cause I've allowed Jesus;
On the inside;
Still no tears;
Nothing but grace alive;
12/19/18
Life and death
What's left
Rights and wrong
Seldom song
Eternal bliss
Temporal happiness
Embraced cares
Seldom song
Rights and wrong
Seldom song
What's left
Eternal bliss
Temporal happiness
Life and death
Not often rarely done
10/28/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
seldom spoken words
across the void of sound shown
I see the loud noise
5/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
A-lmost not knocking twice,
L-ittle chance hides in the dark;
E-xtraordinary thing is necessary,
X-factor is needed to walk in the park.
C-hance knocks only once,
A-t the door of forever;
S-imply grab the opportunity,
T-wenty-first morn October.
I-n the window of hope
L-ies the ray from sunrise;
L-et your hand hold the moment,
O-pportunity seldom knocks twice.
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