Born 13th of October 1923 passed 26th July 2026, what can I put about Reg and
His mates? Heroes by any standard they
Forged their fate, in blood and mud, against maleria and dengu fever, they
Stood this test against 16000, Japs.!
all frontliners Imperials;
Then, yet our ( part time soldiers ) had at them, boy these
Were real men! Just 77 they took sone hits
Their biggest weapon a mortar pipe, yet
on with it.' The Jaos small mountain cannons unleashed many a barrage, these real
ANZAC fighters contested every yard..
Each foot they gave, the enemy paid, their
Owen guns rattling, All Aussie homemade
Some fired and ran into enemy lines
Even throwing grenades at the same
Time..Holding on till re-inforcements
All four hundred and eighty' came, then
they counter-attacked.' And
Pushed on through the pain, the enemy retreating
( was God on their side.?) I am inclined to
So venture.? That He heloed turn the tide
They saved Australia and maybe even the
West.? I salute Reg and his mates these were the best of our best.'
I read his name carney, i saw dark clouds gather as as an army.' I hear such black blarney.'
See Canada has maybe gone barmy.dead maple leaves, lay; yet more slippery and smarmy..Under a carney so carney
Doing more harm, than an enemy army..Oh
Prime-sinister (mark carney)
Chorus..
Oh its carney; mark carney..Mark his
Moniker, in alarm alarm be.' Awake
Canada, get real lively..And I'm sure that you
Will see. You need good rid of (mark carney)
Life sometimes gives us ups and downs, no easy road, no free lunch, we all have made bad choices, leaving us to make tough decisions.
How to feed my kids, pay the bills keep warm in the bitter cold, as I ride the city bus, I see it each time someone gets on, kids in tow with a big stroller, packed full of groceries.
You can tell alot about a person by how their dressed, nice casual dress, sone are tattered and well worn, but they all have a name, a story to tell, if we’d just take the time to listen a simple hello how are you”?
The city bus takes us all to our destinations in our daily lives, our hearts are full of dreams, ambitions, wishes, sorrows, joy; only GOD knows their heart, the driver is the one keeping the bus moving, where we get off is up to us, oh how I wish I could see inside their heart as I remember being in the bus going to visit my dying mom in hospice, why didn’t anyone ask me how I was, as I held back my tears of grief, as I would have gladly accepted a hug.
Take time to see a strangers heart, we’re all here together, look at their face, into their eyes, for it’s the gateway into one’s soul.
Where have all the good people gone
Sone have fought in the war
And they are veterans
We already thanked them
For have given our freedom
We stand on guard for you Canada
The other people had walked away
From God's life
That is very sad to know
Yes God had died for my sins
In the cross
And it was God that had made me
In his image
That is why I am here
God I praise you name
God every day I live for you
Remade or a process is started to the time
When the request is fulfilled or the process is complete.
Are you tired of where you’ve been, turn around
Are you fed up from being deceived wise up?
The path you’re walking on is Beloved, ever so wrong;
Stop! Pause! And Walk in the Light Babe,
Child of the Lamb
Sone of God
Daughter up Elohim
Turn yourself around, be present be found
Live for Jesus, Live for Jesus, Live for Christ
And He’ll make every single thing ALRIGHT
Beloved turn yourself around, turn around, turn around, turn around and be found
8/19/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From the “ ^turn around season” anthology
Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault?
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd left for many years she took
The hit, expetienced fear; according to some
Info held she lived in Monaco sone records did
Tell, sh'ed visited twice..is domiciled U K, her
Absent man had alimony not paid.' Despite these
Facts it was claimrd otherwise on the flimsiest of
'False; facts' some company filed, not much of a
Bank of records in truth.' Then She got some air to
Tell her truth, nat-west did a u-turn paid her money
Yet the story morals are hardly funny, so be aware
Of subjective 'truths' watch out your info is not
Fool-proof, fact checking' today? Is as we know.'
Not real kosher, yet why is this so..?
I have listened to,your stories
Heard your talk on Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night.
The next time I come across,
And I know I surely will
The indiscriminate victim
Of a Taliban kill
I won’t get upset
Or have any sleepless nights
I’ll know the Tali did it in defence
Of his version of Human Rights
And when we leave this country
After years of combat and bravery
And the Afghani woman are
Returned to their Burkha’d slavery
And ISIS cross the channel
Because our security is so bad
And unleashed chaos on the streets
In pursuit of their Jihad
And they demand Sharia law
In my native England
I’ll try to stay calm
And try to understand
And I won’t get upset
And try not to hate
Those religious fanatics with views
Five hundred years out of date
For I have listened to your story
Heard you speak of Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night,
Written sone years ago, but the repression goes on with women being denied education and treated like chattels/
Vaccine Maia
Oh, joy, the magic, potion is here!
To be injected in the arm, not my
derrière!
I am no fool to buy like eternal swishing via a potion.
This is sone magical health revolution.
I'd rather die, by God's voice.
Nor Big Brothers demanding choice.
Like worms is a fresh apple they've taken freedoms away.
People hide and are depressed
and their emotions sway.
With masks I can take no more...
And no, in front of this face, I will
not sport a plastic door.!
No,you may not tell me with whom
I might dine,
Nor fine me, because my life is mine!
Stand up for your freedoms, stop
being fool's fear ghoul .
Fear of the virus is their the politicos' main pain political tools.
Rise up nations, make your case.
You are about to have all freedoms erased!
11-24-2020
The Inland Algarve
The landscape so oddly shaped
Had once been a domestic landscape
Walking along narrow cart-wheel
Tracks I often come across the remnant
Of dwellings that once had housed
Poverty-stricken people who had
Ploughed small and reluctant fields
Olive trees had grown wild and tall
Bearing bitter fruit.
Sone walls had no purpose sinking
Back to earth becoming rocks again.
A haunted landscape in the inland
Algarve and no one saw it doomed
Beauty.
Rabbits and boars dominated in peace
And sheep grazed in the glooming.
Stillness yet I sensed voices that once
Had loved and lived struggling
Against poverty and early death.
Sone ka too qatara dhoondhe
Kab tab usako chalaega
Pahaad khodakar jeene vaala
Khud Heera ban jaayega
Dariya kee apanee pahachaan
Ek boond se banata jahaan
Sooraj kee roshanee paakar
Chaand kitana jagamagaega
Sone ka too qatara dhoondhe
Kab tab usako chalaega
I stood across from the small dilapidated
house and let the memories crash into my soul
The dark nights alone, the beatings from the cold hand of hate.
Such was the fate of my formative years
Spent in bruises and tears, for year after year
Carrying this ungodly fear
The dark cloud overhead seemed quite
fitting
And from where I'm now sitting
The memory of ear splitting screams
Induced my tears to streams
I guess a happy childhood for me
Was just a wasted dream
Now all that's left is dreams of the monsters breath
Giving me no rest, daily expecting an untimely death
This house of pain, left a lasting stain
And the reasons life was mayhem
Is now very plain
But a loving God and time
has restored my peace again
I have forgiven years of heartaches
though the monster never changed
And through a loving God in heaven
I will have that happy home sone day.
Written Sept.5 2015
failing health
all by him self
sone look insane
from the legs pain
and other things
THE
MAN ON A CANE
Dream once I saw
Of Jeannie coming raw
Asking for three wishes
As early as asking dishes
I saw list so long
In front not wrong
Decided to ask for three
Me, My nation, Humanity free
Firstly asked to remove
All sorrow down move
Secondly asked to make
India first to take
All its past gain
" Sone ki chidiya" again
Third was interesting
Which will keep flying
I asked to play
With my grand son's son
On the top 5th floor of golden palace
That too happily
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Sone ki chidiya means "The golden sparrow"
Earlier India due to having too much gold was nick named
like this
by:-
Vrushani Thaker
i was on facebook the other day
just to see what was new
i decided to check under your name
and found out i made a mistake.
i decided to read your posts
and now i am sorry i did
i found out what you spend your time doing
later that night i cried.
you spend all you time with her
never thinking about me
everything you do she does too
she follows you around like a puppy
as i did to once upon a time ago
but now i have learned
you care more about your stupide mafia wars
and your drinking wars
and farmville
to care about me
now i understand
the reason you dont like me is becuase
i dont play a victory sone and give you a
virtual trophy
whenever you decide to do something right for a change
instead i love you
i care for you
i write you cards
i draw you pictures.
but now i understand that all those sentimental things
dont matter in your wotld.
no, getting drunk out of your mind
and killing vitrual people does it for you instead
its nice to know you still care
its nce to know that i still have a father in you
but now i know that i could never replace facebook.
or your trusty computer.
i love you too dad, i really do.
I pray for the world
I live for my life
I shed tears of love
Knwoing everything will be alright
For these are things that can get me there
A place called Heaven
So calming and soothing to my soul
For these are sone of the things that will make me whole
With his unconditional love
I see no point in return
A world that's so demanding and lost within
Look all around you and ask me again
Should I stay or should I go?
There's only one person in this world who really know
I have fought a good fight
A battle in which I stand firm
Take me almighty God
You are the light of my life
The strength of my appetite
Pull me closer to your heart
Carry me under your wing
For you God
I do so many things
Here
Take me by the arm
Only in your presence
I feel no harm
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