I am a wearied wandering
man
Still trying to stick to my
menu
I have worn out my brogue
shoes
Now, i have to pad the hole in
my sole
But i would rather have a hole in
my shoes
Than have a hole in my soul.
(Written 16th October, 2025)
Tho' they may display legs to best advantage,
observing the constraints, begs the question, 'What's afoot?'
Seems to me I had a bee in my bonnet
about women's proclivities and passion
when compelled to write this pseudo-sonnet
about their footwear fashion.
Some are bonkers barmy as bedbugs, daft, dippy, daffy,
(with) bats in the belfry too,
it's far beyond my reckoning, as I can't fathom,
why they choose to wear the pairs of shoes they do.
And as for a clue, I haven't any, why they own so very many.
With their platforms, pumps, stilettos, wedges, they're tottering on
the edges of insanity, an exercise in futility,
an accident about to happen, one stumble, a tumble then... a calamity.
Seeing them hobble, while their dogs are barking,
these are the words they'd speak, if their feet could talk,
'Cinderella had the right idea, losing her glass slipper,
as oh the pains you put us through when you are wont to walk.
It's no more than torture, a total imposition,
somewhat akin to boots of the Spanish Inquisition.'
We are still and yet life flows on,
borne by thought, causation desire,
to feel the warmth of love at dawn,
purged in heart, in God’s sacred fire.
Yet if all is one and we’re that,
all forms being but illusion,
where then is the need for combat,
save by egos in delusion?
Enriched by love, light of Self shines,
mirroring God’s luminescence,
rapture rises, love for love pines,
bliss beats throb as our quintessence.
That we’re God’s child, in stillness see ~
All He seeks is we be as He
"Let the moon teach you the art of being beautiful and lonely at the same
time.” ~Anand Thakur
O, the night traveler
you are the beacon for
the distressed who are
dwelling in darkness.
As the knight of the night,
you ride upon your white steed
wearing a silver armor
for those hopeless lovelorn.
You are the afterglow of the sun
when it retires for the day.
5 large egg whites
250g caster sugar
380ml double cream
5 tbsp lemon curd
300g blackberries
2 tbsp pistachios, toasted & roughly chopped
InstructionsPreheat the oven to 180 C/160 C fan. Line two large baking trays with baking parchment.
In a large bowl, whisk the egg whites until soft peaks form. Adding the sugar 1 tbsp at a time, continuing to whisk until you have a stiff, glossy meringue.
Divide into three, placing two big dollops nto one baking sheet and one on the other. Spread out until you have three circles approx 20cm in diameter.
Place the trays in the oven and immediately reduce the heat to 140 C/120 C fan. Bake for one hour then turn off the oven and leave the meringues inside to cool completely.
When ready to serve, whip the cream until soft peaks form and fold in the lemon curd. Remove the meringues from the baking parchment and layer with whipped cream, blackberries and a sprinkle of pistachios. Serve in thick slices.
This meringue cake is best eaten on the day of making, but leftovers will keep in an airtight container in the fridge for a day or two.Fagotto Amaretto chocalae and piscatoes
Sow seeds before green garden ye savour,
Eat fruits of toil and sweat only thy own,
Quote no quotes often chewed, void of flavour,
No garden goes green, not by hard toil grown.
Be it an insight, brainwave as never,
One’s own muse is most inspiring maid known.
For long man, who’s forbidden fruits desired,
Goes on a wander lust such fruits to fish,
Why the Garden of Eden is admired,
Why things proscribed go for greater relish.
It is no sin to get by greats inspired
If you add your own, cook not someone’s dish.
World is the sole piece of creative art,
The rest is inspired, all of it or part.
_______________________
Sonnet |03.03.2009, revised Feb 2025|
Note: This sonnet does not follow the Pythagorean divide between the octave and sestet commonly found in sonnets, but an equal one followed by a couplet resolving the premise.
His eyes that run dim with tears like autumn’s fade
Reflect the pain of love's defeated grade.
He invested all, his heart and soul,
In her, his love, his life's control.
He made himself her sole provider,
Trusting she'd stay, his love forever to deliver.
But now, she's gone, and he's left to grieve,
No legal bond, no proof to retrieve.
Bottles pile high, a futile quest,
To drown his sorrow, and find some rest.
But alas, the pain will not subside,
For love, now lost, has been his demise.
A bird that falls, a thousand pass,
Unmoved, unmindful of its tender grass.
So let this be a lesson true,
To guard the heart, and love anew.
The lonely bird,
Atop the lowly birch,
Amidst empty branch,
It's only perch.
The white sun's,
Blinding light,
Drowns solely,
The bird's plight.
In summer's dry,
Afternoon sings,
The winged life,
Yet it brings
Not a soul,
Only the fiery hole,
Atop it's lofty perch,
Bears witness
To the bird's cry,
From sanguine sky,
Listen and sigh,
What beneath lies.
o sole mio
I am the bird
That was made by my father
With his hands
Now during the morning
I am flying in the sky
Above the mountain
And the ocean
Lots of people are taking photos of me
So they can have as a souvenir
O sole Mio
breaking darkness like glass
a splintered past like bottle shards in shore sands
you collage art
deep stiched pain you've woven
to technicolor cloaks
When im outcast you reel me in
now the world on my shoulder feels like seraphim wings
now the tormenting torrents a sigh of relief
My sunshine
You've untangled.
my loops of distress into straight lines
I was bent crooked in shame.
now I look up and laugh at a blue sky.
My sunshine
My breath of fresh air
when I felt like leprosy you held me without a care
?Beloved Dance Wit Yo' Bare Naked Sole
~
Git up love;
In your bare soles, love;
This new day love;
Dance like David does;
Your entire dwelling place;
God's praise and worship space
Git up Git yo dance on;
Git up dance on the floor;
Git down Fer tha Lord yo;
In you bare feet yo naked soles;
Get down, Git down Fer tha Lord;
Stomp on the serpent head;
Yo, you got this;
Go on love sis ya got it;
In your Bare Sole Dance on all your floors;
Wit no shoes or socks on;
Git ya praise on love;
N' dance like you’re in heaven;
Dance on your bare soles dance;
7/25/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
9:47 AM
Step out
Walk on
Imagine distance
Courage in an instance
Circumstance through situation
Determination with participation
Sole together
Strong and sturdy in all leather
Shoes tell your story
Accomplishment with all its glory
The miles you left behind
Life that was kind
The times you tried to run
Those times weren’t all fun
That makes your soles different
The creation of significance
Identity of how you and soles weathered many storms
A when from then
Tomorrow turned into current
Soles on duty
Adventure through triumphant
Victory through honor
Soles on
Leather held up
Shoe in
Then one day
in balmy Florida morning
on the way to school
We saw it
the sole egret in the marshes
feeding on an early worm
Yeah ... we screamed
my daughter Zahra and I
Yehoo! Yehoo! Yehoo!
Sometimes the things
that you fear the most
never actually happen
(c) mbsaaka/2021
The sole Egret
White against the dark marshes
On the way to school
Wet in the drizzle
Yet present each morning
It had missed the migration
So each day as we passed
My daughter Zahra would exclaim
Dad, here she is!
We had lost count until the day
It left perhaps for good
Perhaps for ill, who would know?
That morning we saw an Eagle
It was nesting nearby
Somehow I suspect
Our sole Egret didn’t migrate
You know how these things go
An Eagle chick must eat
So small and loving
As two little sparrows
Vulnerable and powerful
The only footprint left on your path
Everywhere you went
On this earth
You are
There
You have left
The sole of your feet
Aby M.
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