Shout BLUESKY
Those the marshmallow clouds walk across pale blue hue skies;
Birds peek-O-boo, gliding by in and out poked out chest;
Blue birds, Sparrows, Robins and Redbreast;
All natures cries…
Shout BlueSky
Blues skies
While, whisk slithering whining sliding back N forth N and out;
On hot heated grassed grounds stomaching the glide front side slides shouts;
Caterpillars, worms all bellies crawling;
They to join the choir sing chorus they look up
All natures cries…
Shout BlueSky
Blues skies
6/15/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Partisanship
Is a towering ship
Complete with a hoisted flag,
Not a flying, dying rag
Her height chasing Heaven,
Her crew certain that she is a haven;
The Civil Service only
To not on her embark,
To keep acting the Lonely
And it keep avoiding like a starving shark…
For civil servants could hundreds of things spoil
And as Partisans, free elections foil;
By this vessel robbed of Impartiality
And by it drained of Neutrality!
Partisanship
Is further a contemptible illness:
A crazy political worship
Of one with your own very weakness;
On the presiding seat
To sometimes ignite a worse heat!
And I reckon, Partisanship
Is a determined focusing flea:
To oppressors signaling their invisible hanging tree
And therefore every breakfast should include a nervous tea!
A conquering army
Easily making barmy,
When detect it couldn’t the Rebelling Enemy
And had to reschedule a victory’s celebration with St. Remy;
Now and then stomaching invisible bullets
Faultlessly dropping their men like pullets.
bottomless buffet
stomaching all one can eat ~
upheaval of cache
5/30/2019
Beauty of a sinner lies in a sinner as
he moves around with a bleeding heart.
He enjoy the world in sin but eternity
Is lost for him through the eyes of lust.
A vaccuum created in him becomes
More empty in the absence of Christ.
Troubles cloth his wired sorrowed destiny,
Stomaching an affection that double cross
feelings. Here is his life clouded with darkness
That summond millions of chicken pox pains,
Tonguing the lips of his man is tribulations.
The beauty of a sinner lies in the destruction
Of the beauty equipped in the soul of envy.
In the fibroid of the unrelated malice purchase
Of an ugly perfect imperfection arises.
He is the beauty of the sinful world gathering
Vanity and folly wealth to his bosom yet dies.
He is the beauty of the earth yet a sinner to
The beauty of the earth's surface and love.
A sinner lies in the amethyst of sorrowful sorrow
All his dear life, easy nut to be cracked is his beauty.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
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