hastily the holes patched
as the governor's parade passes -
at dusk, cracks yawn again.
The Rented Veneer
They offered gifts
Nothing but rotten silk,
A cheap spectacle
Staged for the public eye.
Now, in the suffocating quiet,
I am forbidden to touch it.
I can only breathe,
And give it back.
The sun is soft, yet it burns our eyes;
Energy guise regenerations bi;
Twilight brilliant lit lights the ways;
Torrent heat, atomic blaze/rays;
I am energies light bursts;
~
a brilliant flame a spirit first;
yet why? with a soul temporary in a vessels guise;
5/18/26
Witten words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
My mind runs behind an empty space,
Where it tries to find peace and grace.
It is an extremely unstable zone,
Where everything disintegrate.
There is no way out to escape,
Even if the Sun and the Moon lose the case.
My idea of shapes becomes fuzzy,
Everyone is running busy.
The days linger to night,
The night goes to higher heights.
My barriers are completely mine,
And I feel comfortably fine.
Temporary
In my parents arms I can be
A place created to stay.
A warm hug, and sipping hot tea,
But this place will be gone one day.
Stitches ripping from the quilt
All other patches know where they belong-
But this place is fading, time takes without guilt
What if one day it´s gone?
A bird leaves the nest
We all grow,
This place is mine but I still can´t find rest…
Places are like buses they come and go.
I long to find a place that´ll last
It might be with my family but time ticks…
It ticks, ticks, ticks: time flying too fast
Places, people, past, present, life it´s temporary and never sticks.
Temporary it may be but still all the places bring joy.
Memories of friends, places, rooms and never being alone…
Memories of playing with tiny figures and favorite toys-
Places may be temporary but these memories are my home.
I'm not sure how to say--
Alright.
Well, I shall try.
Pardonome, de la Luna.
Assist me now, or give ignorant bliss,
So long as I am ignorant of it,
For, ignorance is never bliss,
Less you ignorant to the consequence--
No moons wax eternally,
Can so say the sun,
A witness when the day is done,
And now Luna wanes.
And says one, the sun shall shine,
Given, too, the night does die.
Yet both fruit rotten, and those ripe,
Eventually meet the same demise.
And seeing as how a mortal life,
Is nothing but a temporary grain of sand,
Compared to the realms of afterlife:
An earth free, never ending land,
I feel as though a gust of wind
Has shaken my tree,
And all falls,
Falls,
Heavily, heavily--
Heavily.
Now as the wind,
I suddenly view with qu eer equality:
Nothing.
All is now equally nothing.
So, ahem,
Pardonome, de la Luna.
My fruit has fallen on Jupiter, so,
Assist me now, or give ignorant bliss,
So long as I am ignorant of it.
For, ignorance is never bliss,
Less you ignorant to the consequence.
a mother's love, turns to anguished screaming - her babies, gone.
* 'Write a Monoku about an injustice, passion, or fear you have' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
* Entered on: 01/11/2026
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We fall backwards
into the snowdrifts,
arms sweeping arcs like wings
in slow motion.
Cold seeps
through mittens,
but the sky
is sooooo wide.
Pressed deep,
we breathe
cloud-breath
into
cloud-light.
We rise,
leaving behind
these fragile ghosts
their imprint
remains after we stand~
temporary cathedrals,
hollows
where the world held us
just long enough
to matter.
In the evening quiet hours silence speaks loudly of her
while outside the stars forget to twinkle and the moon hides its face
until morning sun brightens day and sparkles on dewdrops.
He recalls her laughter when spring flowers begin to bloom
each one chosen carefully as if she knew they would long outlast
her temporary stay with him upon this hallowed earth.
There are thorns on the summer roses that are quick to prick
the unwary garden wanderer as he selects the perfect
bloom for lost love now sleeping beneath a marble marker.
Winter arrives quite suddenly with icy cold despair
and wind whipping drafts against the lonely cabin once built for her
his rose of youth long dead and gone he lays his head to rest.
A temporary obstruction
A quiet despair, in a few weeks, I will be very
old, do I tell lies to myself, saying, I dance well
When no one looks, but why do I remember
the Buenos Aires tango in a nightclub in
In 1957, she was in her forties, but with a sleek
body, I was seventeen, so beat that Macron
Then, in the morning, shots were fired, soldiers
thronged the deck of the ship and running about
in the streets, looking for traitors, the name
The dictator gave those who disagreed with
His fascist ideology
To think that much water has run into the ocean
Yet it happens again, a new authoritarian
regime in Washington
a dark time for America
but I know the Americans will rise and be
free again
Trapped in the illusion of temporary gratification,
No one looks in the mirror for clarification.
Delighted with just inappreciable things,
Who knows? The soul seeks eternal bliss.
Imagination is surrounded by beauty.
Nobody thinks of the flip side's shoddy
Running around beautiful things,
Without thinking of real wings,
Will you find in it eternal bliss?
Eternal beauty finds its source in gods,
Not in the shoddy things of the world's lobes,
Fall in love with God only,
Not with deceived humanity,
The soul would be satisfied easily.
A garden is an
effort to express life's temp-
-orary beauty
Time - the toxic air of life subliming from the clock,
Seeks alongside pain to render journeys not complete,
Nothing spared the test of essence per the world we walk,
Forged of jagged, scattered stones designed to scar our feet.
That's not your father lying there.
That's simply a temporary vessel from the Lord, a spare.
His soul is in Heaven with his lovely wife.
He's no longer in pain in this worldly life.
He's risen to Heaven to be with our Father.
His blindness and weakness no longer a bother.
He's made new again; he can see, he can run.
I promise in Heaven, he's having way more fun.
He was a blessing to many here on this earth,
and he loved his family for all he was worth.
We will laugh, we will cry remembering his many years.
We will mourn and shed all of the emotional tears.
We thank you God for his time here with us.
But, we know you now need him more than us.
We will see you again, only next time will be greater.
We'll not only see him, but also our Creator.
Temporal is aiming for permanence
But much benevolence paints the prudence
To keep change changing
To keep range ranging
To give meaning to purpose and hope
To create a future into which to elope
From an old past on stone cast
Onwards fast to a great that will last
Even that which may last forever
In light of memory that may favour whatever
Will suffer oblivion
And the wavering of opinion
Until it is craved for and recalled
Once again hailed and installed
Only to be trampled underfoot again
And such be the recurring strain
So affirms the permanence of temporaries
Times and heirs being the emissaries
Passing down through the years
All cheers and jeers across seers and peers
And so it is now as it was then
Such temptations common to men
Throughout time and space
Even as enduring wisdom is strained of grace
K. Muitherero
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