A Humorous limerick takes the stage,
reading a limerick at any age.
Your fun words made me blush,
now I have a huge crush.
Take a bow for your words and go backstage.
Unbound by the need to ever explain,
Leaving behind the ghosts of blame,
You let the heavy yesterdays fall
And answer no lingering, spectral call.
Just sit for a moment, fragile and bare,
In the quiet rooms of your own mind's care.
Hold your own heart like a wounding friend,
And let the fractured pieces blend.
For sometimes, the soul requires no more
Than to rest its weight on a peaceful shore,
To remember, through tears that gently start,
How beautiful life is, right where you are.
The winner takes all, all your land, all your money, all your assets.
Assets like you, your family, your work, and all that you hold near and dear.
Winner takes all, all your stuff, like you and all of your assets.
Reading many historical records, we can learn of the winner-take-all wars, the loss of homes, money, jobs, and other stuff and the loss of people by many ways.
Winner takes all, all your stuff, like you and all of your assets.
Wars that have happened throughout time, the losers, the ones that lacked, lacked power, lacked knowledge, lacked the ability to protect, and had no knowledge, lost.
Winners takes all, all your stuff, like you and all of your assets.
So, remember everyone, you can lose, you can suffer loss, loss by failing to value life and assets, and freedoms that we all hold dear to our chest.
Freedom is not free, it has never been free, many have fought, many have died, many work hours and hours to keep us free from harm.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Rip went to ‘Magicians School’
learned tons of tricks
But where was the magic
Not one made me flip
A school can only teach so much
Magic takes a special touch
Maybe you're born with it
Maybe you acquired it
Even 'Magic School' can't require it
It was pretty hard
to be funny,
to make others laugh,
to be interesting
enough to keep them engaged.
Never had gossip,
no one wanted to sit.
I was alone,
my luck wasn't sown.
To be in a circle,
to match standards—
fancy words,
pockets filled,
blue blood—
everything I missed.
No one ever taught me,
what do I do?
Try or lose?
An empty bench near me,
convo of others stab my ears.
I lack something—
how do I fulfill?
So what if I don't know stuff,
don't have an accent?
Isn't the natural self impressive?
Are the chances that low,
not even a single person similar to my core?
Whom do I message,
play video games with,
share my lunch with?
So what if I lack things?
I can be a learner,
the new trends might be fun,
a stroll in the park might feel good,
giggling with friends—that could be cool.
So what if I ain't a performer?
I can still be pure,
love everyone,
Sometimes be the cure.
Takes one to know one, and takes two
For tangos and teas all day through
And maybe some wine to define
Who of us is more out of mind
Takes a night to know light of the day
Takes a breath to be taken away
Takes you for a time we have spent
Takes letters that hasn’t been sent
Takes love to fly thousands of miles
Takes lifetime to step on your tiles
Takes clouds for pouring rains
Takes wind to blow over our names..
The wind grew still, the fog blocked my view,
The waters hid what I once knew.
But when the path was lost to me,
My faith lit paths I couldn't see.
"If the wind will not serve, take the oars."
So, I rowed through storms to distant shores.
Not because the path was clear,
But because I would not bow to fear.
When tides rise, and shadows fall,
I trust the One who hears my call.
Through every storm, through every night,
God gives my weary heart new light.
"Every step taken plants hope along the way; walk with God, and He’ll guide you each day."
I'm falling into a sensual place,
with the most alluring look on my face.
What tender, powerful feelings enthrall,
while immersed in passion I have it all.
Dark mirrors of the soul whisper soft things.
Warm fantasies fly as hearts dance and sing.
Fingertips contour ev'ry wanton zone,
placing two lovers atop passion’s throne.
Their bodies’ mesh, like oiled serpents entwine;
melting into this universe sublime.
Bodies gesture wild, voices moan and sigh;
raptures erupt as intense pleasures cry.
Lover's minds languish on Paradise gained;
blissful impressions are all that remain.
Filled with the power of love’s magic touch;
lost in emotions that are craved so much.
Embracing sweet memories gently made,
that dance in two souls and never shall fade.
There’s no better place for my heart to fly,
than to her caress that sends me so high.
A glimpse at romance I’m given today;
what my eyes behold takes my breath away.
One drop of human kindness,
Into the murky pool,
We seem determined to spend, most of our lives in,
feeling totally uncool,
Is usually enough to quench another's thirst,
To be placed anywhere but last,
Transferring that energy burst,
That was given to us,
Without any fuss,
So, they too can get on the right bus,
One that will take them to a place that is really cool,
Far far away from that murky pool.
baby owl was sleeping on his October broom
we saw him fly by while we were visiting on Zoom
Is he asleep? Some of the old women said.
He might fall off and hurt his head.
I cannot control the brooms in the sky
my husband told them, for he is not shy
They wanted him to run out and save baby owl’s life
But how could I even reach him? Guess I’ll ask my wife.
Everyday, anytime
I go through pains
It strengthens and sharpens me
Making me stronger and bolder
To strive and thrive relentlessly.
Everyday, anytime
I go through threats
It makes me courageous and fearless
Sharpening and awakening
My soul to venture amidst danger.
Everyday, anytime
I go through a test
It brings out my best
Resetting my mindset
Giving me rest.
Everyday, anytime
I go through defeat or deceit
It makes me wiser and smarter
Lighting my awareness
If you don't go through it
You won't know what it takes.
Baby love infatuation
did not become her station
Her parents held higher expectations
To a rising star she’d marry
on romantic love, she’d not tarry
Yet her primal feelings she could not bury
From college she brought home a starving artist
Who, after two days of trying his hardest
first emptied the fridge
~ then parted with the stardust
So lit flight resting bird, nest upon di crevice for di building set, di eaves for covenant are gathered, stored, twigs leaves and pito pito fashioned into a haus. For mama, bird and am chicks to laik life til. \nl baby takes flight
So lit flight resting bird, nest upon the crevice of the building set, the eaves of covenant are gathered, stored, twigs leaves and mud fashioned into a home. For mother, bird and her chicks to like life til. baby takes flight
3/11/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
The bombs rain down Iran do pound
Because of renowned nuclear mound
We know no warheads will be found
Israel America forever together bound
Self crowned as another nation downed
Who are the terrorists it does confound
Veracity & truths are ruthlessly drowned
Audacity pretending the reason is sound
Mendacity as we see treason all around
Pugnacity and military rapacity abound
Hound everyone who's been browned
Might is always right so tightly wound
Astound taking moral higher ground
Alone, not lonely
A book by my side, rousing
Soul’s one and only
Mind and heart calmly browsing
My thoughts gently carousing
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