When a squirrel hears a shocking secret,
it freezes mid-scamper,
one paw still hovering
like it forgot what paws are for.
Its tail balloons,
a startled exclamation mark
scribbled against the bark.
The acorn it was carrying
drops~
a soft, stunned thunk~
as if the forest floor
should also be informed.
Then it darts up a trunk,
heart drumming,
mind racing in tiny spirals,
trying to decide
whether to hide,
to gossip,
or to pretend
it heard nothing at all.
Easy targets are those being trampled on rights wise
least we forget where the truth stands voicing an opinion
take the structure of your argument cursing and name calling
it embarrasses righteousness to even speak in defence
Now search your soul for a few minutes addressing subject matter
moral deformity within society has taken a dark shade
nothing is impossible for you to see when push comes to shove
If one looks the right way around with a balanced view
identifying grave error surrounding values
many in this world today are complete frauds
Justice no longer exists to protect the innocent
instead it latches onto the guilty parties side
Three times today one individual roared in such vulgar language passing back and forward
whilst we prayed adding this soul to the list for conversion of heart
sad to see some people totally possessed and so abusive
What a shock I got
When I read my news
A message for me
Brought tears streaming down
I could not control
The tears flowing down
Unable to speak
I let the tears flow
When all my tears stopped
I sat quietly
It felt like hours
Searching for a poem
A poet wrote
I searched several times
Without finding it
I tried the next day
The next day I searched
For the poem written
I struggled to find it
I did not give up
This time I found it
I left a comment
On a special poem
Pleased to succeeded
To add my comment
On a loss of a friend
She will be missed.
Can AI produce a real poet?
Can a robot really care?
You may or may not know it,
but AI's sitting in your chair.
It started as a whisper, faint,
A voice that slithered through my brain.
Not my own, but just as clear,
A presence lurking ever near.
At first, a shudder down my spine,
A fleeting thought that wasn’t mine.
Hands that moved without command,
Footsteps shifting in the sand.
My mouth would form a stranger’s sound,
Words escaping, unprofound.
My mirror’s face, though still my own,
Reflected something not alone.
I fought with will, with endless dread,
A war inside my weary head.
Yet every day, it took its claim,
My mind was dark, my soul felt maimed.
And then one night, no battle came,
No voice, no force, no phantom’s name.
Just silence where the echo stayed—
Was I the one who’d been betrayed?
Had I fought, or had I fled?
Was I me… or was I dead?
The steady metallic hum stops,
while working with focus,
After a second of silence,
then the world shifts.
Metallic fan rained down,
On my safe space of the working table,
Fear grips my chest, thinking about
Had it fallen when I was right below?
Papers fly, My laptop, my soul was touched,
My focus on work was scattered.
Helpless, I watch shockingly.
The crash shakes my bones,
echoes in my skull.
I can't move. Quiet follows,
heavy and thick.
My breath caught.
People rush in,
voices blur together.
I'm alone in the chaos.
Staring at the fallen ceiling fan,
I feel small and fragile.
Life feels short.
My hands shake,
tears threaten.
I'm alive but changed.
Each breath is a gift.
My heart races with gratitude,
and lingering fear.
I look at the mess of the accumulated black dust,
The fan had shed on my office table,
Oh! at my second chance.
Words will come,
but now, I feel.
Well, fellow stinging malarial insects
They really chloroformed us this time
You got the latest stats, Buzzer?
Check, Bleeder: Read 'em and weep
3,400,000 dead; 1 wounded
Just a minute, there, Buzzer. One wounded?
That's right, Bleeder. Critical condition too
What's this weirdo's diagnosis, if I may ask?
Check, Bleeder. Doc says he was OTAA on-arrival
And just what is OTAA?
Over-the-anthill-anyway, sir.
Check, Buzzer... He gone!
That night, I stood beneath the tree
as rain was dripping down on me,
then it thundered; lightning struck -
'Ohhh no,' I sizzled, 'just my luck.'
Locked in the room with the beating heart
That was in love scratch in a room engaged in walls
That didn't move I was in tombed lost
Stockings is reality
Lost in the pages I was encage in sentences paragraph in a book
Inprisoned in my mind shook engaged to fail as I shook
I was renaissance giving prompt to go off and on again
I was wicked stoned punished my only friend
Was my end in the end was my friend
Shocking is realities
Reality found me crying in the alley broken down the end Defeated I found myself very on the streets with the needy
While all alone I took my time I crawl
Heeding life's misfortune I fall
I could have walked to could have chosen to fly so I flown
Was lost now found mine self walking alone
While in my mind goes to deny the watts currents electricity
Shocking is realities repertility
8/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
She had me restored to my mummy
After disappearing like a needle
And made me quit acting dummy
And worshipping a TV Idol.
Clearly My social mother
Also, on merit Biological
Quieting a hostile Brother
Increasingly rashly illogical …
A woman who could’ve given birth
To such as I
And my freighter ship berth,
Where it can be picked with the eye;
Now, I have grown too fast
For her assured comfort
And have long shadows cast:
A Fine Escaping Effort …
No longer a moth
That expires on palms inhuman
A steady rapid growth
Quicker than that of a human.
And now too I don’t courtesies keep
For a woman twice my age …
Over her in the streets leap
While she tries every wedge.
I
If it's in the Bible
Absolutely said
Give me handle or epistle:
"Love is all." Not said
II
John the Revelator
Says God is LIGHT, first
John says it in 1st Letter
God showed it in Genesis
III
Light sends darkness off
One stroke, one switch, one fire
Love is of Him not "God is Love" -
Love is good, LIGHT IS HIGHER
Notes:
1. John's First Epistle, 1 John 1: 1-10
2. When Mahatma Gandhi Ji was assassinated in 1947, J. Nehru said, "The light is gone out of the world," not LOVE IS GONE OUT OF THE WORLD. Nehru, unwittingly, echoed Jesus: " I am the light of the World," in John 12 (verse 8).
3. In the Fourth Gospel (NT), verse 9, expands on he, himself, is a witness to The Light, but Jesus "is the true LIGHT," yet rejected because men love their darknesses.
his gulosity grew at such velocity – an atrocity
C-ommunity
O-rder
R-ightfully
A-bates
Z-one
O-f
N-ew
P-andemic
A-s
S-hocking
C-ontagion
O-perates
Topic: Birthday of Corazon C. Pasco (April 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Three months
Current bills to pay
In current month May!
I have to admit it is shocking
That Mr. Willaker is stalking
that pretty miss
with a large kiss
Bites mouses head off, whiskers locking.
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