Once was a girl named Desire
She was known to be quite a liar
She birthed a child
The issue now
Is which boyfriend is the true sire
Once a business man jumped
At the chances to rally reality crunch
Name calling and delivering a hunch
You’re now with us just a servant
Dictator King Donald J. Trump
11/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Wipe your eyes my son,
Stare, just stare, at moon
When it’s full and bare;
See! you’ll see a hare.
He leaps into a fiery fire,
You see my son that pyre;
It’s a painting by a sire
Dwells in the sky higher.
This hare’s a great giver,
Who didn’t ever, shiver,
To leap into a dazzling fire
And give his life to a crier.
There’s that greatest gift
Sire gave to hare so swift;
When sky its veil does lift,
You’ll see that greatest gift.
Dear Sire, minstrel and poet oh most dear
prithee doth tell whilst thou with quill adore
thine art of rarest breed, mine heart doth peer
whereon I do beseech thee write me more
of yesterday's sweet sinks, for ne'er in hie
didst ask of thee, why doth mine eyelids sleep?
such was the word upon ye lips to die
for sake of passion is to live in deep
E'er mine memory serveth long and true
aside the likes of you none else shouldst do
forsaking all the glories of a strangers brew
I choose thine own to rest upon thy dew
Oh flower of incarnadine and shine
in dainty maketh dearth as rare as thine
Quatrain #799:
SIRE
Set your heart right as beauty grows,
Inch forth clear light as truth now shows:
Reap lovely sight where grace inspires,
End with soul flight fond love that knows.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
22 August 2017
Singapore
Farewell! Oh my sire
King of once empire
I walked out at doomed in those spooky nights
Just to see you naked and died!
Who are you to killed those men?
Are you out of your mind?
Oh sire! You fought like Trojan war
And looking for Achilles heel in reward!
Who are you sire?
You the mogul of dismay!
See the apocalypses and omen of world
Are you not afraid of judgement decode?
You coward!
You ruined everything over three hundred decades
Spare! Spare forgiveness!
I will hence thee witnesses
Oh sire! What have you done?
Its getting out of hand?
Two tormoils at once!
Ho! You never be gutsy I know you can't
Oh sire it's not yet the end
Go and change!
Give peace among foes of Spartans men
And you still barbaric in the end.
He's bringing out his pencil
Clearing up his mind seeking freedom
Throwing all devastating thoughts
To describe all the pictures of sedum
I see it in different
Colors, forms, in blues
Brightest after shining Sun
In orbits around space, it moves
Mesmerizing its beauty
Orange, White & Red
A Lunar lost in Heaven
Or hiding as Crescent
Between the Sun & Earth
Charming with its tricks
Aligned into shadows
Forming its Eclipse
Illuminates the world like a star
With irresistible gravitation
A one of a kind yet bizarre
Stalking you in rotation
Sire Moon you're a sign of the love, people seek
Sire Moon in your light, lovers lay down to speak
Sire Moon, you made us sometimes go cry
Sire Moon, you've witnessed lots of goodbyes
Like a breeze blowing my mind, Sire Moon
Mystique, rare type of monsoon
Come closer, never let go Sire Moon
I'll keep watching over, as you come & go
Go on, play my best tune Sire Moon
You're the reason, I‘ve wrote this poem
Not so long before he died
When he decided to have me
I saw a solemn promise
When he opened his eyes
His eyes were small but became wide
Whenever he looked at me
With an eye of loving care which now miss
And for it now I apprise
He wiped my tears when I cried
And chased the hunger out of me
He made sure I had all my peace
Through his bright eyes I could analyze
Not so long before he applied
All his plans for me
Before his dreams and life could kiss
When the wind blew him to the skies
Now he's gone leaving promises out they dried
More he had for me
But none I have
And it still pokes in my heart like a wire
When I remember the precious eyes of my sire
I was his pride
And he was mine too
I hardly saw his promises
When his eyes were closed
Unfortunately none were held in my hands
I try to cease the pain
But my tears still drop like the rain
When I remember myself gazing in his eyes
The eyes of my sire.
Walani Ndhlovu
"No sire, I will not be your pawn."
"But you've said that for so long."
"No sire, you will never see me bow."
"Look at yourself, on your knees now."
"No sire, I will retain my rights."
"What do you want, some kind of future and sight?"
"No sire, you cannot take my soul."
"Really? You were so vibrant before this was told"
"No sire, I will remain sane."
"But to you, this was once a game."
"Sire, what is it you want from me?"
"I want your pain and suffering to feed me."
"No sire, I will not give this to you."
"Your helpless. What could you possibly do?"
"No sire, I dont want to fight. Im worthy for much more than this,
I would rather end my life."
"Your nothing but a blush, go on I dare you."
"I will Im no longer scared of you"
*The girl cut her throat, slaying the life she once had.
This only provoked, the sire with a good laugh.*
What is the sum of our life?
What is the price of our strife?
What is the object of our desire?
What is the fuel to our fire?
What is the image in the mirror?
What is the face in the clear?
What is the reason for fading flesh?
What is the logic to final breaths?
He came to me
Out of the crux of the wind'
He provided for me
The substinenance that
I somehow lacked with-in
He promised me everlasting Light
With life abundantly abound
And a rescue to eternety
For which He is so adversely resound
A place taker and a peace maker
With a dispensation abound
Bestowing for all people blessings'
The riches' of his crown
For the man of God
The likeness of which their
Should ever be such a place
Is in His Kingdom
The Kingdom of Heaven
GF
Our sire from the heavens spoke and spat into oblivion.
His seed cultivated an egg that speedily mated in bed.
Abundant life in never ending cycles,
adamant Wives would spell disasters.
The lost children will forever search,
the sires beginnings could never be reached.
Mother earth remains and seldom complains.
Till the diggers broke lanes to her very veins.
Precious parts plundered in terrible squanders.
Her young had developed their mothers new habits.
Coughing and erupting in sores and destruction.
The more took by whoring kings and crooks.
Every infection had reactions to this attraction.
Can we survive?whilst our mother surely dies!
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