It seems that no matter where I go
Prices are changing, and up they go.
I'm tired of watching my money go
So to the dollar stores I will go.
It seems that no matter where I go
Prices are changing, and up they go.
I'm tired of watching my money go
So to the dollar stores I will go.
Lizzie Borden took a hatchet,
because, in case you didn't catch it,
she didn't need that long a handle.
Sincerely yours, Dave Crandall
Higher, through this loftier
Discretion of mind
Than what does flash, sky-winging
To Earth's space confined
Places one, which bright state in
Is joy's true Heaven.
Clearer, purer. Whose source is
God. Ever risen.
Lyre-clasping, a warbler, too
Myself, of love songs.
Miss, smiling meek, attested!
Which trait there belongs!
Neither a patriot nor a cosmopolitan
I’m walking no party line, carrying no cross
Sorry for this, but I’m just metropolitan
Making the ends meet, giving no toss
About others, and they feel the same
About me, so we’re on equal footing
Have a nice day is the one thing we say
Whoever we meet, doesn't mean rooting, tooting
Once I had a dream to live by the sea
Then in the garden I wanted to spend
The rest of my days, but it wasn’t to be
So I waved goodbye to both dreams that I had
That’s how I see it, patriots and cosmopolitans
Immigrants, refugees, seekers of home
Set your sails straight away to the dearest ones
Otherwise, you are bound to make it alone.
Writing poetry is my life's passion- amen,
exciting to see what falls from this bleeding pen,
sometime, I pen at night then let my words fly,
sublime on wings they swirl into the morn' sky.
Love each poem like a child born from deep pain,
above they float and my soul is ever left with a stain,
spill my ink again and again until I cannot write words,
fulfill my poetic thirst creating poems like song birds.
Smiler they called her
A proper social engager
A befriender - listener
Then something changed
Her sparkle went
Slowly - over time
Like someone turned out the light
Fading - retreating back
Always apologetic
Even if not at fault
Excuses
No longer mixing
Then the frown
Or deep sadness
Written across her lips and eyes
Always too busy
With something else
Silent and timid
In the presence of certain people
Particilarly one
Finding conversation difficult
Trust shot
Personality fading away
Unrecognised
No longer knowing self
Uncertain how to just - be anymore
The depth of night set in
Darkness
Black well
Suffocating
Not recognising
Yet so in need of someone
An open door
A friendly ear
A hand reaching out
Discretion
Signposts
Building blocks to breaking out
Of the wilderness
Means of dealing
Chance of escapism
Rescuing the soul from control
And cohersion
Finding a way back
To daylight
Refinding the spirit
That once helped her smile
Opening with complete ignorance
With a loop like tolerance
Most likely with Vengeance
Lace with an effect of balances
The choices of no obedience
No room for obvious clearance
Noting that there is no more chance
The thought of evil romances
Leaving a thought that may
An equivalence of being a prey
When things come with hope that say
A final abrupt stop in decays
The final outcome of a dream
The flow of beautiful stream
Then a burst of angry steam
Things never are what it seems
they wear matching pajamas in every picture
no other family has four sets of matching pajamas
but this is no ordinary family
they are all of the same mind
have identical thoughts
agree on everything
they believe in this and that
but not the other
one spring day they lost one brother
he had fallen in love
with another
shameful brother
they wrote him out of the Christmas letter
burned his matching pajamas
never saw him again
one mind, one voice equals win-win
the next one to run off was his twin
I’ve been set free, from my anger, and it’s reign,
set free from the heartaches, hurts, and pain,
I’m free from the thoughts, that had me bound,
I was dead inside, till life I found.
I thank my God, I’m alive and well,
I’ve been set free, from the chains of my hell.
From the depression, that eats the heart,
from the bitterness, that tears our world apart
I’ve been set free, from the bondage of this death,
as God breathed in my nostrils, His living breath.
Free from the deceptions, and it’s lies,
from my darkened grave, as in Christ I arise.
For with the truth, all things are made clear,
I’ve been set free, from the spirit of fear.
A new creation, in Gods image you see,
from the darkness I was, to the light I now be.
Flags & Beams,(eighth or sixteenth notes)
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Much more than this'
it started from auh
simple kiss
on a day I will never
forget
pleasing and teasing
fun
we had just begun
our romance
one that comes off the page
lights camera action
the premire attraction
something the world
'wants to see
me and my leading lady
are having our first baby
the congradulations
to she and me
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( a shift in trimph and power)
THE TRUMPETS STARTS AUH PLAYING!
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I'm the what
in her thoughts
the beganning part
denotes
a cherished rtogetherness
one adorned
and one to reminces
baby how's about that kiss
been waiting all day
it's on me tonight
tell the chef
to get it right
darling oh what ah night
me and you
thats right
by the way you look out sight
time for romancing
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the color section
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catch auh groove
cut uauh rug
click my fingers
enjoy the hug
what's the mastro thinking of
oh what auh night
for dancing
Together fearless
A faithful friend by my side
Braving the night
AP: 3rd place 2026
-On the pedestrian island on intersection of, Papilion.Parkway.On the corner of the street. For days, for weeks, so many months lies a full Ice cream cone, unbroken, untouched, and there's a white lava dried out puddle. The Vanilla Ice cream still yet white and coloring has not dissipated. Doesn't didn't disintegrate no evaporate ? Ice cream cone must have came from across the street from "Mcdonald's" where they sell real food?????.
Written words by James Edward Lee 2026
4/28/26
Life seems to be on a time schedule
Depart here to arrival there
A stop watch to nowhere
Precise timing
Rush to everywhere
The long and short hand have accelerated
Timing to catch up in maneuvering
Humans are not an electronic device
We are flesh and blood
Every given step calls for movement
Timing is continuous components and humans have a pause
Every day calls for an agenda
Thoughtful possibilities
Time keeps moving
It is not easy to keep up the pace
There are times when feels they are in a race
Race against time
Tick tack being on the more
A schedule has been made committing to time
Today the present
Tomorrow the next
Doing it all again
Time doesn’t stand still
There is so much to fulfill
Time seems to want command and demand as a response
Test of time
Gaining a factor
Time to capture.
In a world filled with distractions you showed me the emptiness behind it,
What value did all of this hold without you beside it?,
That nothingness was dark and empty and held no purpose at all,
And the sadness was unbearable but you wanted to show me the fall,
I begged you not to allow me to feel this but you said that I must see,
That I must feel the difference without that would bring me to my knees,
When I saw all expectations and opinions flee my mind,
The freedom to love came back to me and in my heart I left them behind,
I realized that I was trying to save myself through all other means I could find,
But focusing on what didn't matter didn't heal my mind,
Yet my heart knew what my mind couldn't and refused to comprehend,
That I needed you more than any of those things but now my heart understands,
In a culture that believes that they must have more to fulfill their aching desire,
And is deceived into believing that this will heal their heart and is blinded by the world's control and power,
Yet all the while, the love sits and waits for their eyes to open and see,
That it has been there inside of them the entire time and is waiting to be set free.
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