You can never cross the ocean until you,
have the courage to lose sight of the shore;
well, this quote inspires me to go into the blue,
be it the ocean or meadow- just open the door.
to take a risk and leave my comfort zone,
face the unknown with courage . . . alone;
there will be danger when I set forth,
but, will crawl if needed to find my true north.
You're not strong enough the Devil said,
to withstand life's storms, and I yelled back
to him, thanks to God, I am the storm,
and that should have filled me with dread,
and may at times in my seeking seem a maniac.
Oh, will bleed my poetic words to transform,
I will take every opportunity to pour words;
and set them free on the wings of birds.
The shows about to begin take your seats.
Bow to the God's fusion sets in.
Bowing priests set new boundaries.
The hooker is lerking church on Sunday.
Alter boys hide their crying eyes
Set forth the mysterious truth.
Winged demons fly the night.
Fortrus of Queens stand before us.
Only you may take a stand on true evil.
Never before has enlightenment come forth.
She writes she shouts she goes in sain.
Creature crawling through her veins.
Love for creature not for me the darkest depths of sanity. Poetry by Jim Morrison Jr.
In the bitter museum the past is on parade
in postures of reproach. Vast corridors
display a thousand ways of being ashamed
and illustrate the progress of despair.
Behind their glass, the mannequins of once
exhibit all the wealth of worlds now gone,
and frozen in their accusatory dance
the avatars of loss are labelled Done.
In the bitter museum extinguished dynasties
of hope set forth their monuments, inscribed
in that dead language, laughter. Vanished breeds
of joy are shown, regretfully alive.
The relics seem so real they almost leer.
In the bitter museum the dust is streaked with tears.
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One dreams, one dreamt, together in the rain,
Beneath an awning, river in the lane,
In boredom, and bold confidence of youth,
The lad set forth to dwell upon the truth.
“It’s all a pointless fury, is it not?
Our little lives, in vast confusion caught.
And like the dirt that’s flowing by our feet,
There’s nothing left, when all the sum’s complete.”
The old man looked upon him, speaking slow,
And he said, “Son, that ain’t the way to go.”
The thunder spoke in quiet ‘tween the two,
But as it died, the young man spoke anew.
“I don’t say all’s the same, no Stoic I,
I want my pile of gold before I die.
Though life's a wretched mess, no wretch I'll be,
What good there is, I'll bring it home to me.”
The old man looked upon him, speaking slow,
And he said, “Son, that ain’t the way to go.”
The anger of the storm soon passed away,
And little patience had the lad to stay.
But as he turned to leave, as in a trance,
The old man said, beneath his thoughtful glance,
“When the music plays, don’t forget to dance.”
I stroll down the sun-dappled trail
under a tranquil canopy of trees,
The scent of blossoming flowers
sets my soul free
persuading me
to set forth anew
on life’s wearying ways.
( Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Wandering Wayfarer
Date: 10/22/25
Syllable Count: 45 )
When Noah’s flood came
During and after the falling rain
It was God’s justice
But how will God administer justice
After He made covenant and said:
“I will never again flood the Earth to end all flesh.”?
So, if we don’t get another flood
What fulfills the law of God?
(We get the gushing from His side) of Jesus’ blood
This is the flood God has now set forth
To bring about every Christian birth
To wash us clean so we can be seen
As righteous but only because of Christ
It’s always been God’s sovereign plan
To bring to the forefront: The Son of Man
All judgments and every sacrifice
Are completed by Jesus Christ
And God has said this will suffice
“In Him I am well pleased”
And there is no other
He is second to none
Nor penultimate
But The Last Adam has won
God’s One and Only Son
“Follow Me” He says to all who hear
Whether with a heart or with an ear
But don’t just hear, but be a doer as well
And He will keep you out of a place called Hell
(So what's the solution? Daily ablutions)
Verse of Gratitude
I am barefoot and walking
As my soul cheers I'm talking
In me gratitude , I let loose
A festive Hallelujah
Birds light, horizon sings
The Light of Our Father rings
Shine on bright
Glory lights
Solemn contains grace
Continents of the shinning,
of our Father's face
Lights up compassion
Jesus Our Savior
God's ever Father
All be praises as I set forth
A verse of gratitude
6/18/25
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
Growing up my favorite words was I can’t without ever trying
My Grandfather always assured in his wisdom words as there is no such thing as can’t unless you try and it is proven
That’s where I put to the test in seeing first hand of can’t in trying being the truth
That was a strong matter my Grandfather set forth
If anybody has felt the way I saw can’t without making a movement in the effort, then this poem message is just for you
You must pursue
Can’t is only a substance in you won’t
Not will to try
Try becomes the effort of discovering
In fact, one is only defeating themselves in not seeing the reasoning in purpose
Be confident and prove to yourself without a matter of doubt
Show yourself you are willing to try, and see how it turns out by advancing into assurance of committing
Effort is what should come out into possibilities with mind over matter
Can’t is doubt
Effort is assurance
I hope being the example being your uplifting influence
The effort made
A can’t be done should be an effort in precise.
Settling into a meadow brought about mellow flows of green and yellow assembled by memories they float freely on the breeze glimmering clearly off the trees lay reflections of memories like frailed Braille burnt on my mind my life looks back ancestral eyes look down on me through me and within me the realization of life before here and after here becomes crystal clear the land changes without fear the veil that once covered my eyes filling my life with lies has been removed so I set forth on this new land no longer tasseled by the lies distributed by media's eyes I am free to be
Born here and never will I leave,
in Canada I do believe;
with the frozen snowflakes I grew,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
The Atlantic is in the east,
go fishing and have a fish feast;
you will have lots and lots to do,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
The Pacific is in the west,
go for a nature walk if stressed;
glide though unspoiled scenes in canoe,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
The cold Arctic is in the north,
take an adventure and set forth;
and perhaps sleep in an igloo,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
We have rivers, lakes, falls, and streams,
alpine meadows that seem like dreams;
as birds sing a hullabaloo,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
The maple leaf is our symbol,
on our flags it is a ripple;
Canada like a ...Xanadu,
sea, to sea, to sea, a vast blue.
A petition has intiaton.' On border soverigenity.' Midst angst
And supposition ? In one dimention flow of people..Has
Been a staple, before Noah sailed over the silenced; and hidden
Creations.' Yet subject to conditions i e ( travellers funding
Available craft? the (prevailing tides and seasons ) allowing
Integration, of benefit to any nation.' Any artifice; or abberation
Type's Cannot justify, it is my inclination.' Only in the 1700s
Enslaved peoples in ( massed movement ) mirror of the
Current.' And did such not cause misery.? The 1970's
Was a purging, a cathartic stage' of (that un-normal) un-needed instancy.) driven by such materialistic social engineering originally.!
In a certainty of lunacy.' So in Britian late 2024 a petion is
Now set forth.' To seal all borders for a full five years course.' In normal
Times such would be ludicrous.' Yet in consideration of what we see' with
All the currant human misery..' It now appears most judicious and not at all Im-prudent; to use.' as i can see.)
Days are passing without any realization
My heart simpers with your imaginations
Something is stuck in my brain
Heart said I want to see you again
My window is filled with mist
The poetry told me to hold your wrist
When I stepped to that Room again
Realised I miss you often
Are you a rain of distress?
Or a rain of full of ease?
Whenever the drops touch my face
I get a reminder of your essence
Something kept making me empty
Maybe I want to see you in front of me
Drench me in a July rain
Tell me about all of your pain
I'm going through some hardest stuff
Yet I like you more than enough
Time keeps chasing our story
Everyone reminds us it's momentary
10 months are left to the termination
Just don't let this end in infatuation
I want to spend my Decembers with you
Hold my hands in a night full of snow
I want to try it with no remorse
Take me in and remove the curse
Don't let us go on vain
Set forth to your resilience
Hold on the time
Don't let us stuck in a poem
Prove me right before the weather gets more tough
Say you like me more than enough
Thou who would bear the name of truth-teller,
Reverberate the sound of truth with words of flame
That the gen’ral mind daren’t whats’ever.
And set forth a heart of righteousness unrestrained.
Neither friend nor acquaintance matter not,
Thy words thou shalt heed and to thine own self be true.
For only hyp’crits utter without thought.
And the awareness of mind thou art to pursue.
Thou who wear the title of Honesty,
Amidst thy companions and brethren of mankind,
Thou would know the secret which guarantee
A reputation which the masses have defined.
To touch the heart of man and speak at will,
Thou shalt deem not the quality of righteousness
A regular household chore to fulfill.
For unexcused blunders strike due to mindlessness.
Birds sing
Grass is green
The air smells of new springtime spice
Soft rains
Come at night
It's nice to live in paradise
Air's pure
Water's clear
Then at last New York City calls
Fast train
First class cruise
All while the Eiffel Tower falls
Courts rule
Crimes set forth
And then they prove one is insane
Get caught
No escape
Hung on the wall, wrapped in chain
Souls lost
Spirits gone
Life itself becomes forlorn
Stumble once
Rise again
And in the end, one is reborn
The summer Olympics in France
Send athletes to take their best chance
Snoop Dogg carried the torch
So games could be set forth
And rap make a global advance.
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