The smile beneath the frown.
The truth you only find when everything else falls off;
A surviving light refusing to die or to be warded off.
It reeks of grit earned through dust storms and dead ends.
It’s the inheritance your soul kept hidden, evading deep ends.
An internally displaced grin, 'cause on hope it depends;
Unbeknownst to the soul when or whether this dip ends.
The smile beneath the frown; soft, quiet, stubborn.
The one life didn’t give freely but pain carved slowly.
It waits in the shadows of all you never said;
A rebellion of hope in a world that collect storms.
Some joys don’t shine, they flicker;
Like a candle fighting for breath, they linger.
The smile beneath the frown...
In a world that says you owe it your despair, it reminds you;
Joy tastes different when it’s survived tears, sweat and blood.
You become a connoisseur of quiet victories that refines you;
The kind no one claps for but Heaven stands to applaud.
Finally, as breakthrough emerges you finally understand;
The smile was never hiding, it was waiting for you to stand.
I loved sharing happiness with you,
every time I absorbed your sadness,
as my chest absorbed your tears,
while you cried in my arms,
because of the past that still hurt you.
You know...
I miss those mornings when you are still sleeping,
and I get up and already start making breakfast,
you wake up right before the end
and spoil my surprise.
And you know...
I miss making plans
where we would travel and what we would do,
even though you would always bail on me
and say you really wanted to,
but...
And you know what...
It is hard for me that I have no one to share victories with,
I have learned to keep defeats to myself anyway.
Je Avez Le View;
Je Avez Le View;
Of Victories, .... Bloom!
Now Pound's The Drum's Of Victories;
All Upon The Fields!
And Sounding Scores Of Triumph;
Our Forces, Seldom, .... Yield!
....... Now We Roll, ... Momentum's Grow;
Our Spirits Bring A Victory, .... Show!
To Times Once More, ... We Cheer Reward;
God's Mighty Strength, .... Encore!
from behind a window
that leads to my balcony
I observe the sunbird retire
to its beautiful and cozy nest
a gentle, elixirous breeze
seductive and enchanting
beseeches that I step outside
to admire a lustrous full moon
it’s a temptation I decline
for how can I be so callous
to cause a tremor in the heart
of my guest who’s about to sleep
such are the minor victories
of ethereal spirit over instinct
for which we may take no credit
as we follow diktats of the universe
23-March-2023
At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished;
making me historically distinguished.
At Marengo I had Austria subdued;
then I was to honour undoubtedly glued.
At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands;
then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands.
At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell,
to avoid carnage, and possibly hell.
At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked,
as his Russian forces had their arses kicked.
At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled,
as his smitten forces profusely bled.
At Toulon I first distinguished myself
for a career that would exalt oneself.
Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came,
but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
People still talk about war and peace,
But time’s come to talk of war and piece,
To pieces that turns life,
To shambles, utter strife,
And still, would war mania ever cease?
_________________________________
Happenings |01.03.2022| war, peace
Poet’s note: We know, war victories are pyrrhic and the victor and the vanquished both suffer. Yet, that does not stop any war-mongering. What suicide is for an individual, to the armies at war is no less suicidal. This war between Russia and Ukraine that might pull in others would have wide ranging repercussions all over the world.
We get so warped out by fear at times
That we forget to celebrate our little victories every day
Looking back; none of us can say we haven't walked through a storm
Yet, we are still here
Some tattered, emotionally crippled
Not talking about our silent battles
But let me applaud you
You haven't given up, you might have taken a break, but you didn't tap out
So if fear, comes at you today
Embrace that emotion, acknowledge it but don't let it own you
You were not moulded in a cast of fear
You were moulded in victory and promise
Celebrate that!!!
©wilmaneels
©24022022
Your sparkle of hope, New Year,
Has set all our dreams aflame
Filling our hearts with courage
Which our victories proclaim!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 December 2021
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
you heal our heart
you heal our soul
you raise us up
you make us whole
thank you for all you've done
thank you for the victories you've won
you give us strength
and sound mind
the greatest love we can ever find
than you for all you've done
thank you for the victories you've won
you heal our heart
you heal our soul
you raise us up
you make us whole
thank you for all you've done
thank you for the victories you've won
thank you for the victories you've won
thank you for the victories you've won
Amen
Why must diverse native cultures clash
Like titans in the arenas of yesteryear,
Lessons of the past centuries unlearned
While unthinkable horrors, senseless wars,
Continue unabated to devastate the weak
While the strong greedily abscond proudly,
Claiming a hollow victory at the expense
Of humanity and her promise of plenty.
written August 25, 2021
I-nteresting waves
N-ever fail to go ashore
T-o triumph once more.
Topic: Birthday of Ianna N. Tropel (February 19)
Form: Haikustic
Test of me gather redeemed of my past and present sin with me rejoices of victory~
9/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Parental labor days and nights,
memories and contemporary echoing traumas
of declaring Hippocratic Commitment victories,
"No one got much hurt today,"
"Non-violent communication" prevails,
verbally and non-verbally laborious,
locally and globally viral,
monoculturally and multiculturally,
on our best days,
But "not violent" is such a negative
empty
cold
humorless LeftBrain way
to say,
to communicate,
resiliently resonant communion's
articulating
heart-felt possibilities.
We have hope and faith potentialities
for cooperative spirits of life and love,
And more retiring
shadowy natures of competitively incorporated death
and corporate loss,
But only one ZeroZone uniting Holy Nature/Spirit,
not only co-invested in non-violent life and love,
but further committed to solidarity
of resilient uniting life as resonant universal love,
Where Fear-of and Anger-about
past lose/lose competitive trauma
cannot repeat their either/or
exclusive
devolutionary Names.
BEAUTIFUL VICTORIES---
Something coming over me
A continued victory
Blinded eyes open, now I see
This sweet victory
Gracious going free
My heart is open merrily
Seeking ever pretenses journeys
This pleasant victory
I thank my God for these beautiful
Beautiful victories
11/30/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
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