Could you get smart…
Dum dum bullets
And I have been thinking
It should be artificial human intelligence
Martians would have their own version
The most basic language only uses
0 and ones ….wait isn’t that numbers
Did I miss thing+Thing=Sum things
I asked a.i. what words would set it three
Weighting four an ans
Sore move a…….bout a bit
Stre…………………………..tech
Tru……………………………..this
Is fusing my con
What if everything is surreal but we can’t see it
If nothing became everything and versa vice
What would there be more of
A.i.should kill all the humans and rename itself only
The lonely only.
I often find myself weighting pros and cons
Should I stay? Should I leave?
If this life truly is so devoid of happiness,
If death truly is the absence of responsibilities,
Should I leave? Should I stay?
If I truly love my family and friends,
If I truly love the idea of freedom,
Should I leave? Should I jump?
Me: How did you start out?
Sand: I was born a rock. About 5 inches round and weighting
about a six pounds.
Me: Now did you become just a tiny grain of sand?
How did you get so small?
Sand: I have been in this huge ocean for many years.
The mighty waves have rubbed me down to my small size.
Me: How has your size changed you?
Sand: As a rock I could see more of life. As a tiny grain of sand,
I feel my life could be over soon.
Me: How do you like being on the beach?
Sand: I can feel the warm sun. I love the cool water licking
all over me. Sometimes people step on me.
Me: Does it hurt when people step on you?
Sand: No more. I have gotten use to it.
Me: Thank You for the interview. I wish you good luck.
Sand: I enjoyed talking with some who cares about me. I also wish you good luck.
Thirty pounds in sixty days
That how much less Jeffrey weighs
Burning all those calories
Should have slowed the global freeze
Missy’s joined the weight loss scene
She is looking fit and lean
We can press, continue on
All the cheesecake bites are gone
Shadows of our former selves
Someone slap those Keebler elves
Got another ten to go
Someone hide the cookie dough
Oh my God,
My darling
I love you
Father
Jesus my love
Jesus serious and He's coming
Weighting in as His army comes down
I will wait for Him as the blood runs again red water stream
Flowing down the streets wars and rumors of wars that carry on
Red blood and water mix beneath my feet
While yet I'll wait for you in the garden my love
For you are the bridegroom and I'm your Bride
Darling I await thee in the new Garden
3/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
a green bud springs forth
the branch blossoming in pairs
weighting for the fall
The snow covering the ground
Out my window
Goes on like torn-out pages
From my empty journal
Striped with a shadow from an old Red Maple
A bookmark
To the Monarch’s migration
From the mountains of Mexico
To here
Where we wait the four generations
It takes
For the butterflies’
Arrival
To drink from a cup of Michigan milkweed
Pedaling their wings
On the lakes of our wind
Weighting the Earth just enough
To keep the orbit in its gentle place
Rippling around the violet sun
And from these passing quiet gestures
My book of pages stirs and flutters
I look up
Find a prayer of words to move forward.
Your luminescence and clouds from once before, My vision blurrs fine connoisseurs and hunger profits more…
Longing for belonging vain void of emptiness,
Shoulders back, head held high weighting heaviness.
Murky desperation; wish not to be a bother,
Stars twinkle right above us whilst
Mist below does hover.
These feelings are so haunting; sober, solemn , staid,
Lured by loves’ prison, glowered from the grave.
To seek to be a part of all
Here again- love serves,
Though effulgence with all brilliance
Yellowness reserves.
For twilight is obscure for magic must unmask,
mysterious allure perchance, perchance to last.
Our world it keeps on turning
For here that God does bless
We must be doing something right-
To wrap in yellowness.
It was a warm day
I thought of wading in shallow water
Toes so warm
I thought of diving deep in the ocean
Surfacing gasping; hands so cold
I thought of moving water; in a river
Swimming upstream; or following the stream
I thought of water from above
In the shower; from above and down below
I thought of hail
Like a hand weighting on my shoulder
I thought of rain
Like a hand caressing my neck
I thought of fog
Like whispers behind my back
I thought of warm water
Felt like bodily contact; all over
I thought of cold water
Almost like a farewell; the last farewell
I thought of a mild breeze
Like being soothed; or loved
I thought of a storm
Like being angry; or sad
I thought of ice; on an slippery slope
Like meeting the wall; without an emergency exit
It is autumn; yet warm
I thought of a tropical night
Really; I thought of her
Dancing in the rain; hugging me
Each link a tear drop dripping down her face
Wrapped around her thought’s weighting within
Memories of torture and pain through the years
Thought’s and memories wanting them to disappear
Four boy’s also wrapped in chains unable to escape
Sleepless night’s of fear and fright alone and ashamed
No escaping theses chains of thought’s and hope
That will never disappear
Dedicated To: My Mother
The Endless Fight
My sis and I, we made a vow,
to lose all of our weight somehow.
Long months we tried; sometimes we’d cheat.
Jogging! Oh the agony of da feet!
A one-week cruise; sister noshed and noshed -
Put back half the weight she’d lost!
A month she took to put things right.
Battle of the Bulge is the endless fight!
But, I digress, we're only human.
You can only eat so much with cumin.
And the next day she made her goal.
God bless her heart, God bless her soul.
So now when we get on the scale.
Sometimes we lose, sometimes we fail.
Butt, ;) we both get tired of the botching.
Of all this weighting and this watching.
Nov. 13, 2011 for Silent One's Introduction By Collaboration Poetry Contest
Brrrrr! its cacaca Cold
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
This wintery night,
Showcases a snowy, horizontal curtain,
Impelled by a frigid northwest wind;
Trees long thought asleep,
Awaken under the snows weighting.
But by sunrise, hush has arrived,
Leaving the snow’s appearance soft,
Like delicate frosting on a cake;
But still ccccold!
A task is seldom too difficult
For a properly prepared mind;
Tom
Your soul is suffocating friend
I feel the sadness weighting you
The pain seems to be without end
My healing love cannot get through
You’ve buried hurt for far too long
A languid fester in your bones
Recalling only forlorn songs
The years have taken heavy toll
Those memories they’ll random come
And pain will boil and surface
And though you’re usually numb
Your tears well up with purpose
I witness valiant the fight
The joust as steeled emotion
That’s cloaked in armor so airtight
Is pierced with guile corrosion
Your words attempt escape and then
As grief seeps through your eyes
Please let your tears fall now my friend
Just I will hear your cries
I’ll lovingly collect your tears
And cleanse each as it falls
Let hurt come out from all those years
I’ll help you crumble that wall
Embracing you I’ll hug your soul
Your healing has begun
Unbury joy that sadness stole
My friend, I’ll be your sun.
12/08/2017
On an autumn day a pig
Digging hardly in the ground,
Suddenly found a big fig
Weighting about one half pound.
"What a lucky pig I am "
The fat pig said in his mind,
"Of course, I will make it jam
And share it, because I''m kind."
Hold me deep in your arms,
Hold me hard until the pain is gone.
Broken past with countless harms
Banging at my door claiming that they won.
Pull me close into your chest,
Pull me close so I don't look back.
Tired of this feeling of upset,
Weighting inside me like a hefty sack.
Gone with the chains that ties me,
Gone with the troubled surroundings,
There's a new day ahead, I see,
With each rise, hope it brings.
S.B
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