It’s love that makes existence an existence
Love is a piece of art that offers the best plan
The art of you shows up, it knows no distance
Intercreated, we have done the best we can
I never doubted our time and place
We were so specialized in living for art’s sake
No sign of mystery was covering our case
It went so natural, there wasn’t a mistake
Here in this garden, which is our cathedral
Your Coral Reef’s an icon, heals all wounds
Alone again, I’m praying by the wall
I’m privileged to watch the Coral blooms..
Girls could not wear pants to school
When I was just a kid
And on our feet were shoes, not sneakers;
That’s just what we did.
We got dressed up on holidays
Or specialized events
Like Broadway shows or graduations;
There were no dissents.
Grown-ups also went to work
In dresses, suits and ties.
Decorum was the rule of thumb then,
Meant to civilize.
We’ve come a long way from those years.
Now there are no set rules
And most would claim they like this freedom;
Dress codes are for fools.
Yet there are times I look around
At people at their jobs
And what I see is the result;
So many look like slobs.
I wouldn’t want restrictions like
The ones we used to know,
But it bothers me that sloppiness
Is now the status quo.
Snow Fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia Poetry Contest, Constance La France, writing for theme 1
I am a queen
Like the ones in those movies with the sled dogs pulling them on sleighs
Except I don't want that for my dogs.
I am the sort of queen who walks elegantly
Though not in dresses because it's simply not practical.
I am the snow boot mistress
Securing my specialized soldiers as anything but listless.
I am a fair ruler
Though not pretty, I am just,
I am ferocious.
I wield my icicle sword by the hilt
And my hands don't get cold
For I am the Queen of Snow.
I am everything I want to be,
Living out my fantasy,
Until Mama calls me inside;
My cheeks are rosy
And it's heavily snowing
And the darkness is growing
And she has the fireplace roaring
And the tea is pouring
And it's almost time for dinner...
I can be a Queen again
Tomorrow
I once knew a seer, name of Hortense
Who specialized in ominous portents
Said I should marry a toad
Long as he cleaned and he sewed
I said, ‘You go first ~ It makes so much sense’
Four leaf clover Fiona was a lucky Irish lass
Boys asked her out, but she always took a pass
She had large goals, and wanted to get things done
Having six boy cousins, she knew they were not a lot of fun.
But some boys are truly special, her older sister said.
I am only seventeen, she said, don’t change my mind or head.
There are many years between now and when I go to the other place.
Right now, I can barely keep up with my own self-imposed pace.
Fiona was in clover leaders of the world, and on a robotics team.
She had designed a specialized drone, and a new flying machine.
Fiona was a scientist, a writer, an artist, a woman with an active mind.
She was not on the hunt for a man, difficult to find a similar kind.
two brothers hailed from the old country
from Donnybrook
one more like an engineer
the other like a cook
they specialized in pancakes
the best, you can't deny
Sean made them taste like heaven
Finn stacked them high
supplies came from all around
in wagons and in trucks
Sean whipped up the batter
and ol' Finn he constructs
with eggs from every chicken
and milk from every cow
maple syrup miracles
from the oats that they did grow
when these flapjack masters
grew old and had to die
they made a stack of hotcakes
and they climbed it to the sky
kids, each time you eat griddle cakes
you should be like me
stack 'em high
and think of Sean and Finn McGee
Two brothers hailed from the old country, from Donnybrook -
one more like an engineer, the other like a cook.
They specialized in pancakes - the best, you can't deny.
Sean made them taste like heaven, and Finn stacked them high.
Supplies came from all around, in wagons and in trucks.
Sean whipped up the batter, and ol' Finn he constructs,
with eggs from every chicken and milk from every cow,
maple syrup miracles from the oats that they did grow.
When these flapjack masters grew old and had to die,
they made a stack of hotcakes and they climbed it to the sky.
Kids, each time you eat griddle cakes, you should be like me,
stack 'em high and think of Sean and Finn McGee.
Flight 888
Get ready to soar
Reserved seating
Specialized spiritual cuisine
Buckle up
Welcome Aboard
Sponsored by the Lord
Everlasting Recline
Rejoicing on the mind
Embraced blessing
No turbulence on this flight
Assurance guaranteed
Reaching new height
No delays
Nonstop
No changer nor layover
Direct flight
No more plight
Just praise full of delight.
Purpose
Gifts and talent
Specialized for this world
Lead with love, help with compassion
Mission
Epigenetics?
I don't understand, but I wonder how come
I dream and remember things that happened
before I was born
perhaps caused when I am in my pram lay
absorbed without knowing what
the adults were talking about
my great-grandfather was a famed baker
who specialized in cakes and puddings
he had his own business, which his son my
grandfather squandered
I was drawn to the catering business
I no longer dream of my sister or my brother
they died young and have disappeared into
mythology
My mother I remember with fondness and
sadness, a hard-working woman with fierce
political opinions.
In later years, she succumbed to drinking and
took little interest in things around her
Of my father, I remember nothing
like looking into a blank wall, as my mother
once remarked I looked like my father
and she bore a secret smile.
One ominous thing is alcohol has played
and cast dark shadows through several
generations
I have myself suffered from this soul-eating
illness, I overcome by living far away and
in my writing
The addiction tendency is genetic
"Neglect is the biggest disease."
GRACE is neither earned nor deserved
IN the grand scheme of things, all need grace
FAVOR is very similar to grace
TECHNICALLY, God's grace is generalized,
and His favor is specialized
SALVATION through Christ is indeed a gift
May God bless you all time around
Alike the love-owned leftover redundant
Creating the consciousness of conscience
And growing the powerful confidence
If you are specialized by love and indefinite
It must hatch to yield outcome differences
No matter how unseen presence he dwells in
The songs rising in true Love may hear the sense
May God bless you all time around
Alike the galaxies following the sun
I had a dream of a joyless man,
sitting in the ruins of paradise.
With flat voice and cold words
he told me his tale,
While the biting wind swept up flurries of snow ...
His was a people that laughed and dreamed.
Wrote poems, sang music, and danced in the light.
Crafting, artistic, industrious, pure ...
kept safe by their warriors like him.
But from over the horizon there came a dark race.
A people who knew not but war.
Who could stand against the marvelous engine?
Hungry wolves too familiar with pain.
They came without warning.
Struck without pause.
Tore our women from our corpses
with their bloodyhanded claws.
And I was struck on the head
in the midst of it all.
Fell as if dead,
but I woke from my fall.
Every fragment of the past
brings pain beyond words.
See here - this tambourine?
My little girl used to play it.
Now how will she dance again?
***
I woke with a gasp.
There's a riddle I can't solve:
How can peaceful goodness
withstand the assault
of bestial machines
specialized for destruction?
I cannot say how,
but God grant me strength
to protect beauty
from the darkness.
8 October 2023
Land line is the first telephone
A fixed-line, and wireline telephone connection that uses metal wires
Networked attachments by wires, poles
Done by public switched telephone networks by transmissions
Locally over land via mass wire connections
In transmitting voice signals across a specialized conducting medium
Networking across miles and miles and miles
Environmental voice signals using radio waves, landline optic cable or metal wires transmit voice signals.
9/19/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
i don't go to the beach anymore
my emotions go insane when i think of the bloody footprints in the sand
the wrong decisions made are like half my body eaten by sea carnivores
the waves give me migraines to the point where my equilibrium has eczema in its whiplash
the sun melts my skin to the point of an electric shock straightjacket
if my heart was chocolate milk, i would become so pale that i would have to classify as caucasian
i went to see a seaside doctor, but all that she did was smile at the view
i went to see a specialized counsellor, but all he did was stare wonderingly at the view
i tried to make a friend, but all she wanted to do was shop for her new oceanfront condo
instead i decided to give God a try, and all he did was Listen
i want to go to the intracoastal waterway
i dig the peace and its careful directional flow
eventually lower blood pressure and ultimate Peace of Mind will lead me back to the ocean
until then, God Is Not Through With Me Yet, and i will never be done Listening To and Believing In Him....
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