Contest: Secrets of The Soul
Sponsor: Ink Impress
The whole of this poem is purely poetical
And does not express my personal belief
About soul secrets.
The secrets of my soul are safe and
Protected where the orchids dream,
And never where nightmares are seen.
Where orchids dream is where peace
And tranquility dwell and where secrets
Abide that none would dare to tell.
Red and pink roses agree to stand guard,
Holding security codes printed on cards.
Myriads of thealted lines are trapped in
your pulse; some of which are tolerable.
But others are filled with disgust.
Moreover, these vaulted secrets are reserved
And kept alive, being soothed by every beat
Of your heart, forever to thrive.
Since Adam's transgression, all souls have fallen
from grace; and without Christ, we will
Continue in decline at an alarming pace.
Think humble,
No need to mumble,
Try not to stumble,
Have less trouble,
Venture out of your bubble.
Kind acts double,
Fun enable,
Guilt less affordable.
Face now likable,
Smiles more suitable,
Hugs renewable.
Mind stable,
Mistakes limitable,
Mirror charitable.
More than one friend contactable,
Life better than tolerable,
Grudges forgettable.
Revenge unthinkable.
Come and get me flows of energy
Sporadic movement complexities
Near the breach of powers flow
Electrified contingencies grow
Be it tolerable life is plentiful
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Who am I and what am I meant to be
Lo, it is I who is Flows of energy
1/4/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
When Hell Is Full**
Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing,
leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth—
like a can of Grace corned beef with stale onions,
drizzled with oil; it was tolerable at the time.
Years have passed, yet those thoughts still
send chills down my spine. I utterly detest those moments
when the pain won’t let go.
Just as I was about to turn the key,
He walks toward the elevator,
the same old walk heading to that all-too-familiar place.
Vulnerability is weakness; voodoo may offer
only fleeting relief.
Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing,
and a scorned wife never forgives—it’s a viper’s sting.
The dead cannot rest easily, knowing what
they have done.
Forgiveness carries a hefty price!!
and it’s dark. The living will move forward,
while the dead will roam this earth for eternity
When hell is full.
“What is the use of a house if you haven`t got a tolerable planet to putt it on.”
Henry David Thoreau
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Global Warming
what have we done
for glaciers to melt so fast
for forest fires to flare so often
for tornadoes to rage so strongly
for droughts to occur oft and anon
for flash floods to recur time and again
we had it coming
looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel Tower in Paris is empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.
The emptiness is enormous and frightening to think
how quickly humankind can disappear forever
When the pandemic is over, there might be another one.
Millions of people all over the world rotting in their homes
the disappearance of humans is a near reality.
The only hope is that we lived a tolerable good life.
The future will consist of animals hunting each other.
Cities will crumble art and culture of no value.
We had it coming, I despair.
Blood leaking from my nose,
A probable prologue to my death.
And it blows.
The lows,
Lately I’ve been peaking at my lows.
A dishonourable rest forever forebodes.
My heart keeps faking pounds and it shows,
Why boy are you a “shy boy”?
Wear a lie boy but it seems that they know.
Fashionable is not tolerable,
Your best however,
Your best just can’t keep up with the woes.
The worst lies heap upon lies,
Until the truth is a memory disposed.
Tomorrow costs an arm and a leg,
Temperance must foster within your mind to maintain your growth.
The days over,
Night comes with dark creeping at my neck.
My temperament lost,
It’s not easy to find the might to compose.
You fight though because tomorrow is close.
You fight,
Tomorrow is close.
Trust the pass,
Trust the path and endure the stress.
Give in and rest,
Forget the past just to regret the joke.
More or less dangle above grass,
Ensure your silhouette glides,
Endure the last breaths before you choke.
A probable prelude to my death,
The last breaths before the doze into rest.
What a joke.
This very year..And today' begins a leaching away '
Malign intent has began; a framing' quyeer karma
Will soon be naming.' A raft of dis-reason assembled
Most vainly' for we all saw him plainly.' He claimed to
Humanity.' Free speech was not a novelty.' We have
Had it for many years.' So now it apoears really *****'
That such un-truth was mouthed.' And right in mr Trumps
Right ear.' And right to his face in fact.' I find it most hard to hack!
That there exists an audacity.! To spew such an illitracy?
How much aversion to reality.? Can be tolerable? I fail to see!
That such a man? Should have world status.' Or be? Leader
Of Brittania the scepterd isles, we see..' origin deep; the very
Cauldron of world judicarys.' The seat of much stability.' Allowed to wrap
Chains of false values and claims based in banal iniquity.' To drag
Such a nation down, and almost to its knees.!
What do you like about him? Her father asked.
He’s got a great smile, she said, sheepishly.
There was a giggle too, a tiny one.
He seems like a knucklehead to me, a dunce.
You have to get to know him, she told him.
I will try, he lied.
He had already seen enough of this guy.
a know-nothing, do-nothing.
he was not tolerable until their first child was born.
In one instant, he was brilliant.
Hello Grandpa
I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable
I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!
The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!
I had been fooled
She used her foreign to-meness
To arouse me into
Wanting her
She had been taught such
To find facts
Which she could use against
Me
My teaching never included
That of the body
and my job made it
easy for me to be used,
This her samplings of together ess
Made either subhuman from
Wanting. Or extrahuman from
Needing. A desire of her flesh
made togetherness tolerable
I looked forward to being
With her even as she was my
enemy.
This the nights of froth,
Would be defined through our
Love making. She made time
enough to seduce me her time
and labor as a woman, could make
even the scariest of sameness
In afterlude nonexistent that she
Was a woman in all affairs of
womanism!
The Chill of loneliness are warmed
By her expression to
Procreate and
Be mine!
In the hollow of my mind, the past sings loud,
a siren call bending time into ripples,
its voice twisting the air like fractured glass.
I chase the echoes, but they flee,
leaving shadows that whisper of truth
too sharp to touch.
The echo doesn’t lie, yet neither does it tell all—
its cadence steals clarity, weaving illusions
of what was, what could have been.
It filters the jagged edges,
blurring pain into a tolerable hum,
a melody of survival
shaped by hands unseen.
In its distortion, I find a mirror,
where my inner child peers back,
wide-eyed, still grasping for a voice
to match the quiet scream within.
The echo cradles her fears,
turning chaos into song
as the past learns to dance
to its own unraveling.
Here, in the resonance of what lingers,
I build a rhythm of now—
truth unfiltered, clear,
not by erasing the past,
but by hearing it through
and letting it rest.
The workmen are here again today rebuilding our porch.
Their country western music is loud and proud
Cranked up to ear-drum-breaking levels.
I hear it in every room of my house and they are outside.
This might be their last day, or maybe tomorrow.
I do not say a word about their house-shaking music.
Workmen are temperamental, and I want them to come back.
I have played this game before and know it is best to keep silent.
Carpenters are difficult to find, and if they walk I am sunk.
Luckily I have an art studio, so I go out there – a bit farther away.
Can I hear it out there? Yes, but it is more tolerable at that distance.
IQ less powerful.
Common sense more active.
Apply common sense in performance.
Callousness also appears so often.
Common sense more important.
IQ less powerful.
Less IQ tolerable.
Zero common sense unbearable.
Common sense more active.
Culture common sense.
in journey of life.
Apply common sense in performance.
"Better to die fighting for freedom than being a prisoner
all the days of your life "
Bob Marley
In life
What has the beginning
can also have its end.
In life
What seems tolerable now
Can become intolerable in the future.
Many African countries had been bullied
for many years by some super powers.
It was difficult for many African countries
To speak loud about some atrocities
Because of intimidations of loosing
some western benefits.
How life is about,
Now there is popular political intimidation
of South Africa to loose some western deals
because of filling a genocidal case
against Israel.
I don't think it is fair to continue keeping
quiet while Israel government continue committing
crimes against humanity in Gaza.
I don't think other African countries
will support some oppressors
and let South Africa down.
In life
Speaking the truth
Is always my wish.
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