We take our memories for granted
As we go to and from our work
Never giving it a second thought
Until it slips, leaving us in a lurk.
Memory saves us the trouble
Of thinking before we act
But when it's gone or absent
We sure want it back.
Without it, we need to relearn
Everything we thought we knew
How to walk and how to talk
How to live anew.
Memory slips are the butt of jokes
Must be a senior's moment
But struggling with memory loss
Is no laughing matter.
Oh memory, do not stray far
Stay with us awhile
So we won't be so afraid
Of acting like a child.
Without memory it gets harder
To know how to act and say
To live a normal life
During an ordinary day.
Memory, we cannot do without you
You are the rock on which we rely
To keep our ship from sinking
And keep our minds alive.
Taskmaster Sung?
*****, ***** do that what masTar says;
B tat Dat yo own filthy slave;
*****, ***** stay on them knees;
Do that, watch that masTar you must please;
That spiritual yoke we've got round yo neck;
Is ta lead ya, too what's bless?;
Soul free Slave?
MasTar mastar Yun nott mi masTar
Forn whose in side me
Tis my freedom Mize liberty
Ain't got knone right this ain't naw fight
I am free ta just blind and can't see
Ain't now yoke nor whipped back
I'm of kingdom blood while you laugh
While you pray what you pray
To Our same Father sum dues young gon pay?
Ya! See masTar masTar ain't no Slave
See we both actin up misbehavin
When you see mee on my knees
I'm not being servitude
I praying God bless you
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Thomas Lawson,
A Tough Taskmaster
Haiku by: Miracle Man
4/9/2023
My grandfather said,
“never heard of anyone
dying from hard work”. ‘
Came to Oklahoma in covered wagons and 10 kids worked the farm.
Each kid had a job when old enough to work.
The passage of time
travels perpetual roads,
where it leads is a secret.
Only time can know,
non-compromising time is;
busy gypsy traveler.
Such are the planets,
celestial travelers on
a quest of enduring motion.
Bodies whirling ‘round,
stock-piling secrets behind
cosmic lock and key cases.
Unlimited time
limits our lives, too shortly;
unkind taskmaster, is time.
Take advantage of
what meager time you receive,
live intimately, with grace.
Image #4
7-9-19
Fives and Sevens Poetry Contest
Joseph May
she screams at me to
“get up, get the pen, right now-
i scribble, scramble
as she spouts her brilliant rant-
i her slave, pen every word
Time to think but not to sink
Time to reflect but not to neglect.
Time to work but not to shirk,
Time to play but not to stray.
Time to share but not to despair,
Time to look but not to block.
Time to help but not to yelp,
Time to Listen but not to stiffen.
Time to read but not bleed,
Time to talk but not to gawk.
Time to love but not to shove,
Time to hope but not to elope.
I AM THE FORGIVEN TASKMASTER
A true task master would say
Lord please for give me
Forgive me of my sins
I'll set them free
Set em' free Lord
I have sinned against those people
Whom I've judged and called lesser than I
I pray unto my God forgive me
Entreat me, forgive me for killing and mistreating your people
Forgive me God of my sins
I'm sorry I'll set them free
Set me free Lord from myself
I'm not sin less, for these are your true children
That I have crossed, I claim my deliverance
I AM
The forgiven taskmaster
2/15/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
taken from/inspired by EXODUS 15:16-18
from anthology “Actually Happening My True Testimony Reality”
The rosy sun has gone to bed
leaving me awake and all alone
upon this mountain where I sit staring
at the twilight sky yawning to stars,
pricking at the sky’s deep purple canopy.
Give me longer arms to grasp time’s
swift hands slowing his perpetual clocking rounds . . .
somewhere weary hearts must find such space;
the rosy sun has gone to bed.
Copyright, October 24, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
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