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Hold On to That Thought

Hold on to that thought!
It was put there for a reason.

That not-so-good idea?
Might be perfect for next season.

The inkling of a dream
That looks impossibly big

Is perhaps your way forward
To a new innovative gig!

You were put here a creator
Of mind-blowing destinies.

The world to reckon with
An everlasting legacy!

Whispering Shadows Are Waltzing To That Undulating Beat

Whispering Shadows Are Waltzing To That Undulating Beat

Moon by day is a faintly cast glow, a poetic dance
If Love's hand in play, it is a fabulous gold romance
Spinning round the sky for the audience's delicious glee
Oh, my lover that is the beauty for both you and me
As we enjoy and watch the parade in Mother sky
Yet quite oft a message resides within asking the why
Whispering shadows are waltzing to that undulating beat
As humanity rejoices in finding new ways to cheat
Alas! There always is a very steep-set price to pay
For Heaven always has the final, truer, righteous say
Our Lord rejoices when we heed those biblical held laws
Else we in deep pain, wake up to deep slashing devil's claws!

Dare we in blind ignorance walk a sad crooked trail?
Follow loud, baying hell-hounds right into unholy hell?

Here's To That Invincible Bunch

In the U S March is Women's History Month, and tomorrow, March 8, is International Women's Day. So, ladies everywhere, this piece is for you. Salud!

You are woman, so defined,
You are perfectly designed,
Every aspect of your being makes you who you are.
You meet the challenges you face
With intelligence and grace,
Because of you the human race has come so far.

You have measure, you have worth,
And your purpose here on Earth
Is to show the world war's not the only way.
You may question, you may doubt,
But you bring good things about,
And do it all without a rancorous display.

Man is creation at its worst,
Why you were not invented first
Is a mystery, unsolvable, it's true.
Though chauvinists may sneer and scoff,
We might be so much better off
If the running of the world were up to you.
We'll never understand God's plan,
So from one less-than-perfect man,
To all you women,
Thanks for all the things you do.

If It Comes To That

I love you
and I don’t care
if you love me
as a sister or a friend

I don’t want or need
to define or quantify 
how much you care for me

and really I see no need 
to deconstruct and analyze 
the rhyme or reason of how I feel

I’m content living day to day
knowing I matter to you 
and somehow I contribute
to the peace you feel 
within your heart

I treasure being part of your life
and in the grand scheme of things
why would anything else truly matter?



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on April 14, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Down To That Last Quarter

I could not stop playing four casino Quartermania machines in Vegas.
Totally exasperated with me was my sixteen-year-old daughter, Mavis.
At two a.m. I was dancing between them singing a song I made up.
If anyone approached I gave them the stink eye and shook my coin cup.

Mom, I am leaving! She finally said at a quarter until three.
That was fine, okay, I threw her the keys. Quite all right by me.
I was up in the win zone, I had made a hundred dollars or more.
I was down to one quarter by ten minutes to four.

I looked at that danged quarter, debating about what to do.
I had not had wheels to return home since about three twenty-two.
I finally decided on the phone call, but I was reluctant. I called husband Cleo.
I asked in my sweetest, most charming voice, “Want to have breakfast at the Rio?”

To That Taste

To the length of Chinese Great Wall 
To the taste of Chinese roll 
Corona Chinese World wide

If I Can Just Get To That Tree

A spotted leopard in a banyan tree,
Kept his yellow carnivore-ic eyes on me.
I knew better than to move fast or try to flee.
Big cats love a chase like Simon Legree.
His eyes narrowed, but I refused to see.
How fast that cat was chasing after me.
If I can just get to that tall tall….

I Should Have Always Listen To That Small Voice

I try to choose the right way
But my mind is double to many choices at bay
So I tell myself what truth what's lies
As I try myself selective voices enter inside

Now I lay my thoughts down for a moment in time
And I pray to myself to make those right choices
So I am in kind to choose the right line
And I can get away from the wrong voices

Double the trouble
double the time
Double in knowing I'll do the time
If within my choice process
I do not pick the right choice
I should always listen to the small voice

I am angry and sad
Short tempered and mad
So I tell myself it's their fault and not mine
So I act somewhat strange as I defile my name
So I tell myself what truth what's lies
As I try myself selective voices enter inside

Double the trouble
double the time
Double in knowing I'll do the time
If within my choice process
I do not pick the right choice
I should always listen to the small voice

7/22/18
WRITTEN BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR. ©2018

I Stood Up To That Woman

This story was relayed to me......

Was there magic in those rainbow lights...
Shining on that bar room floor
'Cause last night something turned one beer
Into seven more!

Well...I got home just a little late
And I couldn't find my keys
I thought it was mighty nice of her.....
To open the door for me
And there she stood.......

Well she talked about my mother...
And then cussed me again
But I was bound and determined
To pitch my two cents in

With macho words like Why? and Don't!
And Oh baby....Please
I stood up to that woman!!
On my knees

Well that old couch was concrete hard
Since our waterbed was so smooth
'Thought I'd go upstairs and see
If she was in a better mood

So I knocked on our bedroom door
'Said honey I just can't sleep
'Thought it was mighty nice of her
To open up for me
And THERE she stood.....

Well she talked about my mother...
And then cussed me again
But I was bound and determined
To pitch my two cents in

With macho words like Why? and Don't!
And oh baby Please!!
I stood up to that woman!!
On my knees

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To That Someone

To that someone, who came just like that
When she never thought, that she will find her match.
To that someone, who's first impression was not so good
But she never imagined ,it will change her mood
To that someone, she never dreamt of,
Now never leaves her mind in all day long.
To that someone, who came and never left,
She wishes to get his just one glance.

He is the person who made her feel safe,
His voice made her feel great.
His eyes were what he mind wanders for,
Wishing to meet him at any possible place.

She did know ,he is temporary
And she did tried to stay away.
But what her heart desires,
She couldn't look the other way.

And then he left ,just as he came,
Suddenly and quietly
And she didn't knew the day.
It did hurt but one thing made her cheer,
Those bundle of memories he left behind
Made her carry on her life.

What Happened To That Little Girl

What happened to that little girl?

Whatever happened to that little girl?
The one that was carefree and happy?
It seems as though shes lost.
Swallowed by life and buried by the world.
Forced to grow up way to soon...
Left to fend in this crazy placed called home,
Forced to create a hardened shell
To protect the little she has left of herself.
Shes been broken.
Broken by hard words and harsh realities.
She searches for love under every rock,
Only to get hurt more and to become more fragile.
Life has been so cruel, shes stopped fighting back.
Scared, cold, alone.
Shes so lost...
Damaged and used...
She walks through her days with a blank stare.
She wishes she wasnt there.
Why wont anyone help?
They see her walk away, pretending not to see anything.
Its easier to ignore it than to help.
She lies doelwn everyday and prays to never wake up.
The world is just too hard to take she was once a free spirit.
But now shes broken.
Maybe she will finally be free...
The day she is no longer here to be BROKEN.....

An Answer To That One

An Answer to THAT ONE

When day does start and will be done
For me you are truly the only one
Who when my life might be a mess
You still love me in my pretty dress.

Each dance with me you do take
It was because of God's sake
Your steps always were all so fine
And how horrible had been mine.

Dance had been Sadie Hawkins one
Full of much pleasure with fun
And after that I then did hurry
Went to class called Arthur Murray.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Poet who had been natural born.

This Is To That

History's regeneration is genetic culture's re-creation.

Positive psychology's rehabilitative health
is political science's
and economic's 
cooperative regenerative wealth.

Permaculture Design's polycultural climaxing biosystem
is like Community Economic Development's Beloved Trade Guild
ecosystems
feeding and breeding Historical-Cultural Communities
of regeneratively self-optimizing health and wealth.

Regenerative optimization is polycultural recreational vocation
as ego purgation fuels eco-normative sublimation.

Light is dark at night
as white is absence of black by day.

This revolution of gravity's co-prehension
is that recycle of co-arising nonduality.

Here is also Now
as Yang's spacious enlightenment 
explicates Yin's empowering flow of time
we regeneratively recreate.

You are part of me right now
if I was part of you
when This became That
which you understand.

Hold On To That Wood Dear, Until Mom Gets Back

So helpless I am
Letting her leave me, my mom.
A cave built of salt-water
Is all I could see.

I struggle and stride 
Fighting the tide.
I see my neighbors floating;
Alas! How can they sleep at this time?
I wonder, from where the water came!
All of a sudden; 
Uprooting huge trees and massive buildings
Chasing us out of our home.

I am scared, my poor teddy
He will be all alone at home
I am longing for my mom to come back
To get back to him.
But, where did she go, my mom?
She held my hand so tight
Not to give up at any height.
I heard her screaming,
“Hold on to that wood dear
Until I get back”
She left my hands and swam away.

So helpless I am 
Letting her leave me, my mom.
A cave built of salt-water
Is all I could see.

They call me a tsunami-victim
Who lost his home, his parents
And his poor teddy!
I hear my mom screaming,
“Hold on to that wood dear
Until I get back”.

Can We Get To That

CAN WE GET TO THAT…

Unspoken thoughts of truism
Pretending as we practise altruism

Why do we do what we do
Why say what we say
Is it for ourselves or 
Another’s bouquet 

In our fallen little paradigms
Do we feel consuming obliges
To make others worlds completed
When ours is sadly depleted

Can we get to that…???

Point of self recognition
Complete in our own cognition?

The battle of obligation
Vs. our self preservation

This is our earthly demise
We live in constant
Compromise


© Kim van Breda—11 December 2014

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