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— Of Wind, Longing, and the Privilege of Touch—
O, that I were the mild vespertine air,
that steals through jasmine when the day is done,
and, fragrance-laden, wander'd everywhere
to find her face before the sinking sun;
I'd pass where rain lies dark upon the stone,
and draw the tellurian breath of earth,
then lose myself where roses bloom alone
and breathe their secret back to fragrant birth;
I'd find the hollow sleeping by her cheek,
where one loose filament trembles in the air,
and, being less than silence, scarcely speak,
yet feel her pulse make all the heavens bare;
And should her lips breathe softly, “Who hath been?”—
I'd be the wind... and love her all unseen.
That night was a long and lonely night
A night to be much remembered
It was the right she said no to me
No to the love and affection I had for her
As i sat down reflecting on that
The words she said to me came to mind
She said "baby am sorry, sweetheart it's all over"
It was a night like never before
It was a night of long knives
I gathered the shred pieces of my heart
And I told myself it may be the end of us
but it was not the end of the world
I better get hold of myself and get moving
With a mended heart there are many possibilities
The night she said no became a watershed in my life
(Written 1st of September 2026)
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Waves eroded the stones
on the shore line where
for ages the days and nights
had been subject
to the tides of the sea.
Such habits of the sea
the high tides
and low tides
make the hungry visiters
here caustious
they gather here in morning
to harvest the crustains
for breakfast
somemussels, periwinkles, limpets,
and oysters, naturally live and cling
to shoreline rocks in intertidal zonede
puration or purging
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Pateuxent County Md.
She didn't walk the way the world expected
None could guess what storm she had weathered
She moved and moved and never stopped
And her every footstep was strong and bold.
With a body that has carved its own battles
Adversity could not shake her firmness
She carried none of its sting and bitterness
But joyfully shared only smiles and sweetness.
While we speak of limits and constraints
She spoke of immense possibilities
Always exploring her potentialities
And lived them as graceful entities.
She refused any act of sympathy
And spurned faint token of empathy
All the time stood firmly saying no to pity
Predictably preferred the ground of dignity.
Legacy of self-dependency and dignity she sowed.
In her life journey all along, she has proved
That Power and strength are not measured
in strides but in the grit and spirit imbued.
august sun; is fire blown to forest tree;
still it holds a girl's hot breath in its green
shade; covers
her shadow; just broke off the dark sky;
red-cold; yellow bite; now leafy whispers
mean stems to boughs; broken leaves to will
under her feet, the death
Fall pulls skin on
no flutter on the girl's russet cheeks;
trees never cry so quiet or twist so low,
little-princess verdant crown thrown.
She is a walking juxtaposition:
Amicable qualities dressed in futility, far-fetched pictorial in a living illustration, painstakingly carefree—a telltale tribulation.
Ambivalence irks aptitude.
Foreshadowing scurries in a frenetic gambit, a stratagem of the devil himself.
This oddity is a fleck, resurgent in its nature—a drop of dew, a grain of sand.
Do all you must to bait her,
debate her.
Commotion, admonish, plaudit.
The audacity of her tacit agreements.
Such abysmal fervor could be the making of a luminary.
Lowering her eyes, deeply she blushed
Perhaps my stare a bit too rushed
Turned her pretty shoulder away from me
Left no doubt of what would be
I saw a grandma's eyes doze
In her walk she stumbled
She had a calm quiet stagger
See drunk of the firewater
Oh those spirit had her stumble
She would wave as she walked like a branch , a leaf in the wind
She drank the spirits
Now my grandma was the only one
Then I saw with mine, eye rassel lawn chair
Oh , it was rare to see this woman trying to get out of there
She drank the spirits
50%, calm and quiet 50%. stammering rage, quiet
Yet on the flip side of the coin
She screamed. rated and ranted like a roaring lion
It wasn't water, it wasn't KoolAid? It wasn't Coca-Cola, or Lipton tea
Grandma don't know if you was alcoholic, but you sure was close to being near it.
Ma, grandma drunk them spirit
Lo, them there ---"the spirit of "al co hol"
Those demented the liquid
Grandma drunk them spirits
8/9/26
Written wirds by James Edward Lee Sr
pretenuse her smile
her oohing wooing walk
that sparkle in her eyes
the confident way she talks
get the heads ah-turning
when she walks by
find your self grunting
and everyone knows why
at a snap of her finger
she can get the men
to attention
never mind what she's saying
it's all in the mention
it's so expected
and whispered
in discussion
she's an honest expression
of desire
beleive us we aint fronting
she's got that ooh wee ooh wee ooh
that specail way that she do
she got that auh I wanna ooh
it's expressed in everthing
she do
she is a blithering goat and obnoxiously grievous . urinalysis will prove her to be unsatiated
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
707.
Veneration to Mary:
She Who Prostrates to God in Worship
Oh Mary, servant of Allah
She Who Prostrates to God in Worship – the Sajidah
God recognizes her earnest surrender
She whom to God puts herself under
Oh Mary – the Prostrating One – the Sajidah
Our honor & adoration to you, Ave Maria
Praise God for the worship of the Blessed Virgin Mary
We venerate Mama Mary, Worshipful is She.
Amen.
-10/07/2019
(Dumarao)
*Veneration to Mary as “She”
706.
Veneration to Mary:
She Who Bows Down to God in Worship
Oh Mary, servant of Allah
She Who Bows Down to God in Worship – the Raki'ah
God had seen her humble submission
She also has God's recognition
Oh Mary – the Bowing One – the Raki'ah
Our honor & adoration to you, Ave Maria
Praise God for the worship of the Blessed Virgin Mary
We venerate Mama Mary, Worshipful is She.
Amen.
-10/06/2019
(Dumarao)
*Veneration to Mary as “She”
She dances in the light
She is the light
She absorbs light
She radiates light
She is the light
She is starlight
She is moonlight
She is the light
She dances in the light
She is the light
705.
Veneration to Mary:
She Who Fasts
Oh Mary, servant of Allah
She Who Fasts – the Sa'imah
God had seen her fasting
She is worth emulating
Oh Mary – the Fasting One – the Sa'imah
Our honor & adoration to you, Ave Maria
Praise God for the fasting of the Blessed Virgin Mary
We venerate Mama Mary, Fasting is She.
Amen.
-10/05/2019
(Dumarao)
*Veneration to Mary as “She”
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