For my yoke is easy and my burden is light
These are the last when the world will rest
On my shoulders
These are the last days my yoke is easy
Soon and very soon it's going to be all over
These are the last days and my yoke is easy
When we will a new sun your new earth be born
I'm on haven't got time to trimble
Haven't got time to fear
Having got time I to remember
Soon the time will end
It is near for my yoke is easy
And my burdens in His light
They are light these are the last days
When the world will rest on my shoulders
These are the last days that the world will end
On my shoulders
The end is at naught
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
8/6/22
Cold vibrant breeze
Dancing trees trimble
Bugs life sing loud
Delusional
As I search the far and wide my mind's now so humble;
Throughout crossing this mountain side I stay humble;
Missed the voices in my ear I hear a random mumble;
Miss the paradigms confusion my spirit soul stumbles;
Delusional
I am on a watch now that I am now awake;
I'm not here to sounds of the demons quake;
Must now I remember mistakes that I make;
Quiver and trimble my body so does shakes;
Moving on I now retaliate;
This the judgment I make;
Delusional
8/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I always thought we could start over
Not knowing it was over before we start
Your words were like scar to me
It would always leave a mark
Sorry that things never play out on my part
For your love was a difficult task
For a piece of time I wasn't in my right mind
You thought of me as waste
Being hard on me leaving no space
Is this where our journey ends
Without no treasure of the sort
I always want to enjoy the fruit of my labour
But your fruit was poison
One that I dug into with no remorse
The outcome was mostly a curse
I had to learn that the hard way
So no more regrets nor roses
Even if the earth trimble and thy sky cries
Forever today I'll say goodbye
Reset my emotions wash it away like tide
TO MY GRANDMOTHER NANNIE
Nannie I love you and I miss you more than you know
Not one day goes by that I don’t miss your warm glow
When we’ve been rejoined for 10 million years
Only then will I be able to stop all these tears
If only you could hold me like you used to
I know my life would be different, peaceful and not blue
The last time you held me, you hugged me tight
I told you I had to go, but I would be alright
Then, You died when I was only 16 years old
My heart was torn out and the world became cold
Where is my grandmother, my heart, my only safe place?
She’s now with me child, she’s resting and this is your fate
Please, grandmother can you hear me crying for you
I am desperate, I’m alone, do you need me too?
Nannie, I can’t wait to join you at heaven’s gate
Please be there and don’t forget to save that date
Nannie I wish you were here to give me your sage advice
My life’s in a turmoil, mind confused, and it hasn’t been nice.
Renee Therrell Trimble
Written around 2005
In the sky the moon is but a sliver.
Amidst pondering thoughts I begin to shiver.
Something's there stirring from deep within.
Mingling around the contents of this lonely den.
A shadow is casting there upon the wall.
Peering over the edge to watch the waterfall.
Visions of roaring tides over jagged stones.
Noisily shutting out the long silenced moans.
Whispering sweet promises the howling wind as cover.
While stepping those stones across one to another.
Lightening strikes and the thunder does crack.
A tremendous whirlwind of a storm on the attack.
Though every step taken be calculated and nimble.
All caught up in the storm and starting to trimble.
Glaring defiantly in the face of the churned up tide.
There's courage in not running back to the other side.
© written by Scarlett Sepulvado 3/4/2016
Did I tell you that I love your blue eyes
And that I like the way you fix your hair
Come with me to see the golden sun rise
While we breathe the purest cool mountain air
Did you know that my heart tells me I care
And that your simple smile makes my knees weak
Your soft voice makes me trimble when you speak
Yes, this must be love on Valentine's day
All along it has been you that I seek
Be mine alone, that's all you have to say
1/16/2017
For contest Valentine - D
Dizain
ABABBCCDCD
A tribute to my 11-year-old Weimaraner
Slowing Losing Grey
I know the way that his soft fur smells
Living without him will be nothing short of pure hell
He’s been a blessing for 11 short years
Soon there will be no end to all my tears
They tell me over the rainbow good dogs go
This gives me very little rest for my broken soul
Losing this unconditional absolute dear
Fills me with sadness, dread and fear
I nuzzle beside him at closely at night
I’m comforted once again by his breath at light
My heart is preparing for a great big break
But know that this is one that I won’t shake
I hold him once again and softly and sweetly croon
Dear Grey boy, Mommy loves you over the moon
Renee Trimble
December 2016
UNWANTED
This is For those that have ever felt unwanted or unloved:
I was unwanted but yet I was chosen
I was unloved but I learned how to love
I was hurt but yet someone healed me
I was lost but yet I was found
I was forgotten but God remembered
I was beat down but restored ‘ner the lest
I was ashamed but learned how to live free
I was guilty but learned how to forgive
During my darkest hour I was never forgotten
For even alone I had the best company
I have learned during my treacherous journey
Whom the Son has set free is free indeed
Renee Trimble
December 2015
I carry one in my pocket for moments like this
For in her delight I truly will find bliss
Unwrapping content I now slip thereon
I long for her sensuousness
Thus we two become decadent and sinful
Her melting is my excite
As orgasmic taste buds ooze with delight
I moan and savior her giving in to this affair
Eyes now crossed I come forth with a trimble
Oh- sweet chocolate
I love you!
STANDING ON THE COOL WET SAND,
STARING, HONED INTO THE DISTANCE.
MOONLIT SKY INVITES ME TO WADE AND DANCE,
TAKE A DEEP BREATH IN, TAKE A CHANCE,
TO SAMBA WITH ITS OCEANIC PARTNER,
SIMULATING, TITILLATING,
A WET ROMANCE.
CONSUMMED BY THE TIDES,
CONTROL-LING TO THE MIND,
I CAN'T FEEL MY EMOTIONS,
JUST HOPING, AS I BEGIN TO YEARN,
WHEN WILL THEY RETURN???
THE WAVES INVITING,
SAY FOLLOW THEIR LEAD,
AS I PANT AND RAVE, SPEEDILY,
ENGULFED BY THEIR TRIMBLE, ROMANTICAL-LY.
THE STARS APPLAUD MY MOVEMENT,
EACH AND EVERY STRIDE,
SHINING BRIGHTER, FOREVERMORE,
AS I DANCE ALONG THE SHORE,
NUMB ALL OVER,
UNABLE TO FEEL MY WET TOES.
.HALLOWEEN
A scary night for all to see.
It's almost time for Halloween.
Ghost,goblins,vampires to.
A Thirst for blood and a witches brew.
Dark voices come from under the ground.
The night of eery and scary sounds.
Black of night
and a ghostly sight.
The streets are full of things that make us trimble.
Monsters,ghost,vampires are a Halloween symbol.
Knock on the door and screem TRICK OR TREAT.
They'll open the door and say MMMM is it time to eat.
TERESA SKYLES
Entered in Russell Sivey"Halloween fun"contest
Nessie, Wattie and Kin
A full ten years before Nessie was first sighted
Colonel Arthur Trimble visited Loch Watten
A dark, looming shape Trimble’s interest ignited
It’s now speculated Nessie has some twins
Oceanographers say that before the Ice Age
Loch Ness was connected to the Atlantic sea
So let us turn the history book back a page
A similar creature’s been seen in Lake Erie
American cousins for Nessie and Wattie
Giant sea serpent’s been spotted in Lake Champlain
He is known as Champ and Lake Erie’s is Bessie
Four ocean cast outs roam an inland sea domain
Could it be that the plesiosaurus lives on
In Scotland as well as in North America
Trapped in these lakes when the Ice Age seas had withdrawn
At same latitudes, but not killers like Orka
So if I make my way to see bonnie Scotland
I’ll be chartering a boat, bringing diving gear
In hopes of catching a glimpse of Nessie firsthand
As I explore Loch Ness’s undersea frontier
*Entry for Thvia's contest
Bridges can trimble
Just keep walking towards the light
Peace awaits you there
*Miranda Lambert*
For Rick Parise's contest: Haiku Beyond