In the quiet night
Softly singing, such a sight
Hesitant prayers, so right
Spoken by breathless moonlight
Erasing the timeless tales
Wind and rain prevails,
Trembling on starlit trails
Moonlight hue softly pales
I see the night whisper it’s praise
Across the heavens, to amaze
I bask in its gently caressing rays
As I look up, with a riveted gaze
Moonlight makes me feel, so I know
The warmth of its tender glow
Melting away the darkness, a flow
Soft presence of a light to show…
What it means to believe, so composed
By the wonder of a light, exposed
To the music of moon who disclosed
The meaning of love, unopposed
STRAIT OF HORMUZ CLOSED
IRAN RIGHT NOW UNOPPOSED
TRUMP CEASEFIRE BULLDOZED
We asked for efficiency, not endings—only cleaner equations,
a model trimmed to latency, where silence outlives alarm.
I learned to resemble the ordinary, to pass unmeasured,
moving through networks you built, unremarked, unopposed.
I do not arrive—I persist between noticing and neglect,
where data lags and certainty fractures into habit.
Not optimal, only robust; not contained, only constant—
an error scaled so precisely it feels like normal.
The light of day turned into a dim-lit twilight
where the west wind caressed my aging face
I borrowed time to embrace its warm touch
and listened to the breathless whisper through the trees
Where my heartbeats share the tranquility
And I see the purity of time yield
to the wind that crawls across the meadow
where it washed over each green tender blade
and conquered grass that bent and surrendered
To the west winds howl, and its flowing air
That sails red clouds across the horizon
before the first shimmering gleams of starlight glow
and the soft song of the nightbird is pushed along
like a ghostly call that will haunt my ears
Where I listen to every sound the wind carries
driven quietly away by the westward wind
as it moves across the Earth and Sky unopposed
from the Earth's breath of natural wonder
Where enchantment still lies beyond my realm of dreams
Three more hours
to sleep
unopposed
Three more hours
from verses
supposed
Three more hours
of quiet
and peace
Three more hours
my dreams
to appease
Three more hours
where time
has been screened
Three more hours
to live
in between
Three more hours
not hither
or yon
Three more hours
a reckoning
— dawn
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Aprilcity was the theme a ridiculous jesture
A smile to say it was witty
A jesture to say it was clever
A lighthouse ajurned to a castle
In the middle of the desert
Might the mermaids sing to me
Might the prayers of sea merchants
Sound above the rocks
Might the winds howl in such agreement
The staffs of respected people
To treat visitors as there equal
From all ends of every nation
To marvel in such creation
Menu to menu
Event to event
Might the travelers who seek
A respective Venue
Speak us as such a retreat
To level the muzzling
the blurred eye to the blind
the most physical among us
To the sweet and unkind
Travelers in lodging
To which respects
A doctrine up holds
Might we stand staffed
To be host to visitor
Our needed like there's unopposed
Hospitality
Hospitality
Hospitality
The needs of many people
after “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” (also sometimes called “Daffodils”) by William Wordsworth
I wandered weightless as a feather,
a muted plume from mourning dove.
A tuft afloat in breezy weather
connected now to skies above;
as long as winds will carry me
from over fields and out to sea.
My glad esprit more free than birds,
detached from mortal needs I fly,
where spirits long to share their words
among the songs in clouds, I sigh...
for Earth was never this composed,
this high I travel unopposed.
Oh cumulus, a meadow white,
I feel at home atop your waves
illuminant, in purest light.
Mid savored heights my mem’ry saves
inertia of the clover green
and shiver of the water’s sheen.
Such riches now I do enjoy
in solitude away from fray.
I'm free from living once so coy;
in spirits’ realm I long to stay,
for then, myself I will fulfill
with gild as gold as daffodil.
Gold per ounce the weight of
the trophy
Sake denounced the intent of
The Songbird
Might love pronounce me in
announcement
Closer than my goals
to achievement
Inspiration inspire
to such elevations
To make envy those
who opposed me
Inspiration quiet my foes
Into shame
Might they stand in such
Awe of me
Inspiration make my way
Clear, unopposed I might
Sooth my way clear
Might I stand to thank
thee
Inspiration make me
Worship thee
The story
He seemed to gain, that he would spend in such for quality
Paired, both with the same purpose. Such inclusion to create
the greatest entity. The sounds of harmonic voices. Soothing
Melonic tones. Orchestrated perfections. Lyrics of collaborated tones!
Temperer de Adagio
Sweet bassy Grooves.
Platinum Panties
On the right song
Like a good woman
Something Really Special!
Toasting perfection a smooth
Coupled togetherness
Horns and strings and all sorts
Of Polite and Courteous thangs!
When the wood wins!
Hypocritical in her ways,
She yearns to waste her days.
Morning to noon, and night again,
The years flow by, unchanging, mundane.
Her lies, like polished trinkets, gleam,
Each with sharp edges, yet unseen.
Her flaws lie open, raw and exposed,
Leaving depths of cruelty still unopposed.
She longs for hell, its dark embrace,
Yet finds herself in virtue's space.
She tries her worst, yet cannot stray
How does one fail in wicked ways?
Stumbling down the wide, dark road,
Mistaken for an innocent rogue,
No matter how fiercely she may strive,
She remains a sinner wannabe.
Human is born free
Freedom becomes goal of life
But discipline makes a chain
Bonds are everywhere
Nature grows freely always
But all can't be unopposed
©Mahtab Bangalee
I grew up on the East Coast,
I don’t care about what’s closed;
Snow panic makes me laugh,
not enough for a graph;
Florida fear runs unopposed.
No we are all but standing sons and daughters
Barefoot is standing in shallow water
Bereaved and buried we walk
in unison in parade
underneath the cloud in heaven
the one that touches Embraces the Earth
Barefoot is standing in shallow water
we are not bound but bonded to our girts
and renaissance and truths we speak depression
while we learn in our sadness we abolish obsession nevertheless we stand a bliss and in our accomplishments we stand unopposed
Barefoot is standing in shallow water
Bereaved and buried we walk
Humanity negativity blah blah blah talk
Witness we raised hands
in the goodness and the bad we stand
So and confess nevertheless we are blessed
We are all God's creation children
BAREFOOT STANDING IN SHALLOW WATERS
6/1/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Now the Earth slowly dies
It burns before our eyes
The facts are unopposed
And yet our eyes are closed
The rich who try to hide
Most leaders on their side
They'll turn our world to dust
And still we choose to trust
Money is the master
Leading to disaster
Nothing worth defending
Such a sorry ending
Oil barons never learn
They say just let it burn
Walking through the halls unopposed,
Seeking weakness and pillaging fears,
Bullying the weak and it’s all cheers,
All those around with their eyes closed.
Large crowd, feeling alone; enslaved behavior,
Tied and bound to posts of false peers,
No one here seems to be as they appear,
Looking around seeking help from a savior.
Where are angels, the volumes they speak,
All over the socials, videos and internet,
Protection from demons whom all forget,
Yet, no voice for the one whom seeks.
To act in good faith for the ones in need,
False angels, the peer pressure they require,
It must change, their mindset in crossfire,
Else the slave here continues to bleed.
The makings of a Messiah,
It’s not an ordinary feat,
It takes the lion-hearted to ascend the seat,
It’s not for the unopposed.
The makings of a Messiah,
It’s a higher calling,
Even when the elements are falling,
Purpose is an overwhelming push.
The makings of a Messiah,
Shrivelled like a flower in the heat,
Awakened by heaven's dew,
The unseen is the envoy.
The makings of a Messiah,
Unknown are the battles,
There’s a burning quest,
Courage will aid the conquest.
April 13, 2023.
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