unseen personal problems
unsuspected by others
yanking her emotions
she keeps them hidden
her actions cause consternation and concern
confusing behaviors are misinterpreted
she is misunderstood, but keeps her secrets
trusting no one except herself
have I enough?
Adding up the cause,
Because the cost, is gathering
Sum bodies hungry
Justice and cause
Lucrative
Makings of large sums of money
Yet! improvised lacking to show subtenant sustenance
Plenty of no food, nor drink other elements
Though I need to live and survive, even without seeds?
have I enough?
9/30/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Heart racing, mind searching for answers.
So stuck. On the brink of tears.
Yet He remains good.
The need to control, the need to know.
Holding my breath for certainty that won't come.
Yet He remains good.
He holds my future in His hands.
With hope and purpose in His plans.
And for that, He is good.
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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • September 28–October 4, 2026)
The writ barks
and bellows diktat
iron cudgel poised
to macerate multitudes
for the folly
of one man
who sings flat
plays his game
amid howling hordes
and rises valiant
in the storm.
I beseech the sun to
undress the stars,
to pull the velvet off the
night
and let the dark spill into
morning.
Let light be reckless, let it
wander
over rooftops, over quiet
kitchens,
over the places I hold my
breath.
Strip the sky of its secrets,
sun.
Lay bare the constellations I
named for hope,
the ones I traced with
shaking fingers
when sleep wouldn't come.
Let them be naked and
ordinary-
not myths, not wishes, not
promises.
Just points of fire,
Just truth without the ache
of distance.
And of the stars blush in the
daylight,
let it be for me.
Let them remember how I
prayed to them,
how I begged the dark to
keep them safe,
how I finally learned to ask
the sun
to set them free.
So shine.
I undress the night.
Show me what's left
when I stop looking up
and start living in the light.
I’ve tried my hardest
No, you haven’t
Yes, I have. I really have
No, you haven’t…
When a man says
He’s tried his hardest
but he hasn’t achieved
His lie no one should believe
Turtles on the beach,
From burrows called by the moon,
Drawn to the sound of the sea.
Morning comes too soon.
Shadows of curved trapezoids,
Appear on the sand ahead.
Now they're caught between,
Never born and surely dead.
I'm struck by an unknown rush,
At ten years of age.
Golden laughter leads me to,
Put my feelings to the page.
Found after recess,
With everyone standing there,
Subjected to ridicule,
Love stings those who dare.
Who claims life or love is fair?
Through the silence, through the fears;
Quiet my heart, my mind make still,
Help me listen for Your will.
Like Samuel standing, waiting there,
Ready to hear Your voice in prayer,
When distractions fill my day,
Clear my heart and lead the way.
Create in me a heart made new,
A heart that seeks to follow You;
When You call, let me not flee—
Give me courage to faithfully be
Your willing servant, strong and true,
Ready, Lord, to follow You.
Teach me, Lord, to love and care,
To see Your image everywhere;
To serve with joy, to bless and give,
To shine Your light in how I live.
Let me not speak of love alone,
But make Your love through me be shown;
Let kindness guide the path I take,
Let every choice Your heart awake.
Though fear may rise and trials start,
Give me Samuel’s faithful heart;
Let my life proclaim Your goodness, too—
A living witness, Lord, for You.
So when You call, my answer be:
“Speak, Lord, Thy servant is listening—send me!
Enigmatic entropy endeavours the devouring of my depressive tendencies
In the form of an effaced anonymity
Pledging a tender hand to thwart the destruction of my anatomy
Distraught estrangement of in-autonomous tailing tellings
Shall cast this faceless stranger astray
Beyond the smooth syllables of an identifying name
For these hounds that thrash in the thick of sleep
And so do weep of singularity in accompanying company
Shall chase, shall gnaw at the face, the hand that feeds the freer frailty of freedom
And chaff this chance of a chance to escape
These samsaras of silence for the requiem of a dallied day
Dancing and dashing and prancing and thrashing
In the estranged fixation of this strange savior
That wilt know not of my inner ills, beyond the disfigurement of mine own outer mutilation
K.M.P
18//9//26
I feel that you will never see
a poem as good as this will be
In fact, it’ll be spectacular
as folks say in the vernacular
For I trust my gut implicitly ~
the top poetic form’s 'Simplicity'
I remember I fell through that wooden floorboard.
I was careless where I stepped, and the weight of my mistake made me fall right through.
I remember the embarrassment I felt... it nearly broke my self-esteem.
I can hear them use their traitorous tongues.
I remember I walked carefully over those wooden floorboards.
I see their eyes glare and hear the whispers of people who judge me for treading so cautiously.
I am wary of what they are saying. ..of what they may think.
I walk confidently around that wooden floor.
I am aware of their judgements and their hateful glares.
I don't care what they think.
I no longer have to tread so carefully.
I can run free.
I remember...
The biggest question of our time
Is low vs high trust culture.
Which one do you want to live in
And be part of?
There is a difference you know,
Valid differences based on how people act.
Do you want your neighbors to act with integrity
Or with impunity?
If you say impunity, you don’t even belong
In a first world nation.
Either go back
Or take a visit and don’t come back,
High trust is, as with all trust,
Something earned not given.
(9/14/26)
It is not where you have been,
or the color of your skin,
that determines your real worth.
God loved you before your birth!
So…be still, listen and know:
what life will to you, now show,
and wherever hence will trod,
He is with you…Go with God.
- by Darrell Simmerman © 2025
She sees in bearded baba
a radiating white light
follows him with trust and peace
alone in the bed meets him
for mantra in the ear
only to discover
a rapist narcissist
reciting his ode to sex
in three-word phrases
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