One night, I awoke remembering
the end of a dream like a movie trailer
Between shrouds of murky clouds unfolding
I saw the ancient wooden face carved on a totem
Perhaps an anonymous spokesman at death’s door
Perhaps my projection, just my reflection
or a phantom, a disturbing conundrum, I dare not say
I felt a withering mortality at my core
Yet, it contained all my living tree rings within
my years of stories, husky or thin
This shaman totem mask began to slowly speak
At first its mystical verse was somewhat oblique
Then in rich, tranquil tones, in humane inflexions
the face spoke, redolent and subliminal in my thoughts
Breathing deeply, I intuited what I was taught
Some seek refuge in still flower gardens
in stationary reflective pools of quiescence
in glistening golden altars to numina
But these material places are ever-changing
Illumination is the great revelation rearranging
of the consciousness animating all things
Unwilling to be deadened
These, as make numb to
Its frequency, first screamed in
World's, for noise, cut through
So you find me, commoner
And true spokesman for
Mouthing ugly, more so, faced;
Horrified before.
In the hall, my guests were assembled.
"Your Majesty", their spokesman trembled,
and so, I allayed their idle fears
to the sound of drying tears.
I'd never welcomed such guests as these.
To the left, were crackers. To the right, was cheese.
At the end of white winter daffodils
Walk along toward the rebirth of life
But the hazy clouds oar the dingy reels
The spring falls into the abyss of strife
Youthful River of the rainy day now
In the pale belly of the rippling land,
Velvet petals of the loving surf show
The derelict spring in the pebbles sand
The golden maple leaves make an air crown
Crimson waist cuckoos hug the twilight sky
All towards far reaching sunny warmth town
Spokesman of the spring on the wings of fly
The rebirth walking crosses the spring souls
Time renews the grace of all seasons goals
February 23, 2023
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
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On the 16th of September 2022 Mahsa Amini 22 was arrested by the so called morality police in Iran, because some of her hair was showing from beneath her head scarf
3 days later she died in an Iranian hospital, after been beaten over the head with batons, whilst in morality police custody
A morality police spokesman denied responsibility, but said they must enforce this religious law because if women do not dress properly, then men could get provoked and harm them,
Women in Iran, and all over the world are now protesting against her murder, some hacking off their own hair, and refusing to wear head scarves.
An estimated 185 people women included, have died in Iran since the protests began after Mahsa’s death.
morality police
to overestimate her guilt ~ is to underestimate their filth
burnt her wings she can’t fly away ~ now her stumps make angels in the clay
By
David Kavanagh
Jesse Duarte
Muslim South African
Dead just before age 68
Best known as antiracism fighter
Along with Mandela
That generation is dead, it's over
Self-serving "ANC activists & comrades" remain
To steal and blame (minorities)
II
Jesse was eloquent; loyal leader & 'spokesman'
"Diminutive woman;" Dedicated warrior
Never about herself
She died today
Will be buried today
Now, her religion shows
Sweater and knee socks in May
As around her
All present sweltered
damp browed assuring
She felt just fine
In things unseasonably sheltered
A boundary crossed
The sweater removed
Insult to injury by force
Seeing the reason
And humiliation
Immediately showing remorse
Gently escorted away from
The eyes
that looked on ,and on,it seemed
After the big unveiling
the rest
A nightmarish dream
The role of being
A spokesman unwittingly
given that day
No looking not
Or deciding
to look the other way
We all have an obligation
to the fragile
Or dispossessed
Trying to hide
their battle scars
Each day as their getting dressed
Be the one who says
"Come with Me"
As you guide them out of this mess
Love in action
Love indeed
Not shallow words professed
Mind if I tell you, honestly, I’m not
The spokesman for a Holy God I used to be
As time has failed to convince me, the skeptic,
Of righteousness and the efficacy of prayer.
The change has come slowly, over time …
As many a deep concern has gone unexplained
And, as I studied humanity’s gross inhumanity
While the “God of love” stood by permissively
While Jewish babies were slain over open pits
Sweet, older women were hanged as witches
Entire tribes of people slain, victims of genocide,
Wicked men who risen to positions of great power
Entice ordinary folks to forfeit good sense …
And I … I am powerless to make a difference
While the Almighty, like the Deist God, sleeps
Soundly, and his fine creation flounders fatally.
written October 31, 2021
I
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
Bravely facing adversity, bitter impudence,
Betraying the lie when punishment comes
Displaying the will to rise above your peers
And face losing cherished family and friends.
II
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
In battle, among the most valiant of men,
Looking death in the eye without flinching
Sometimes losing your life or your limb
Modestly receiving rewards and accolades.
III
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
Standing for what is right and good
When all about you have folded in defeat
To have the courage of your convictions
To stand tall and be a spokesman for truth.
written June 25, 2021
Lord, as we display heartfelt, honest appreciation
on this day, we honor You - the Spokesman of all creation.
Help us recognize You, the Only One Who knows what’s best;
Help us realize Your Life brings joy and peace to the test.
While Earth, Satan and sinners remain
we’ll face trials daily in every domain.
Your Love is our blessed Hope, You reign.
Endeavoring pain, we grasp well-being.
We know real Liberty, Your Spirit’s freeing
expressing our faith in Your firm overseeing.
Lord, help us study Your Word to keep our spirits aligned.
Help us spread Your Light that gleams within our mind.
Help us strip ourselves of wanting man’s favor,
Lord, we worship You, best, and love our neighbor.
May 3, 2021
written to honor this year's National Day of Prayer
the theme was Lord, pour out your Life, Love and Liberty.
Angel-Haiku
messenger of God
divine/heavenly spokesman
divine being I’m
spiritual I’m
messenger of God I am
who am I-Angel
10/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I'm HUMAN through LOVE
in world
Spokesman of GOD
-January 28, 2019 Chattogram
Flowers festoon the streets of pain
The media is saying here comes political gain
There are ‘situations’ and ‘incidents’ so they say
They wheel out a spokesman who ever is flavour of the day
Try to deliver bad news with a celebrity sparkle
Doesn’t help the ‘situation’ from becoming a debacle
Promises are made in the debris of life
Cuts very deep like a social knife
‘Heard it before’ shouts a voice from the crowd
Another joins in social justice got loud
Star,
Fashion, ad spokesman,
Fabio meant
Hair,
Rippling muscles, tall, youthful physique,
Embodied romance.
Today he's just a wrinkled old man.
Flowers festoon the streets of pain
The media is saying here comes political gain
There are ‘situations’ and ‘incidents’ so they say
They wheel out a spokesman whoevers flavour of the day
Try to deliver bad news with a celebrity sparkle
Doesn’t help the ‘situation’ from becoming a debacle
Promises are made in the debris of life
Cuts very deep like a social knife
‘heard it before’ shouts a voice from the crowd
Another joins in social justice got loud
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