Mother Nature Teaches
via
Geese
m i g r a t i t i n g
once again
intuitively
know
One = All
weak + well
vital vigor
flight soaring
long with
wings kept
tip-to-tip support
uplift motion
onward for All
Even though fathers might all seem similar in some ways
They are actually all different as are cats and bears
Or even pirates and trees regardless of hidden fees
When working in the woods
Dad was a bear and a force to be reckoned with
But like a famous man, “he preferred it nice and peaceful”
He liked to be on the go as the winds did blow
On some Father’s Days I would say
“Yo ho Yo ho” we shall go wherever we go
My thought eventually became
I do not want to relocate any more
But Dad, the good man that he was
Kept us on the go until the end
I eventually got my wish
Like a fish eventually gets a hook
And every Father’s Day, I think of Dad
Just another day
Clocking in and clocking out
I’m so tired of this
I want to see what being rich is all about
I’m day dreaming about a life of no stress
I’m working my ass off while trying to pursue my dreams
I’m appreciating what I have but not getting too comfortable
I want to have a life of purpose
I’m a working girl
I clock in and I clock out
I envision the life I prayed for
The life I will work for
I’m a girl with dreams
A girl who works for what she wants in life
Nothing has ever came easy for me in life
It’s just another day
Clocking in and clocking out
A working girl following her dreams
That’s what I’m all about
My mind is locked, I feel so low
Drowning deep, don't know where to go
I search for keys to unlock my brain
But thoughts are stuck, driving me insane
I wish I could break free from pain
But darkness grips, refuses to wane
Suicide's not the answer, I know
My mind's a mess, feeling lost and slow
I see the key, but can't unlock
My thoughts are trapped, can't rock
I've been hurt, words cut deep
Feeling worthless, can't sleep
When my mind's locked, thoughts are unclear
Can't think straight, trapped in fear
Don't ask me why, just understand
Unlocking my mind is the master plan
My mind's been locked by pain and stress
PTSD and trauma, a heavy mess
But I won't let it define my fate
I'll unlock my mind, create a new state
Unlock my mind, make everything right.
Me saying no to suicidal
I could be an astronaut.
Or a doctor.
Or a box of strawberries at the store.
Molding away.
If there was such a thing as respect…
It would probably take a high paying job to earn it.
It’s a little too “out there” for me.
Hope, journeys, and respect.
Hope, journeys, and maybe respect.
If I were a carpenter.
Or at least a carpenter’s apprentice.
I would never cry again.
I could be very sad.
Or extremely sad.
I didn’t finish school.
But I’m too ordinary to be sad.
I could be a box of strawberries.
Molding and crying.
Maybe I am.
Even worse than that.
I could be, I could be…
On a hopeful journey.
To be respectable.
If I had a name tag, everyone would know me.
I had a job once.
It was some regular type of job.
They kicked me out two months ago.
They didn’t throw me in the trash.
I wish they threw me in the fly-infested trash can.
But they just threw me…
Away.
And I still didn’t go back to school.
Love drinking tea hot or ice cold
Monday through Sunday each week day
Never enough flavors for me
Overtime working is tea time
People around the world love tea
S-trong
H-earts
E-arnestly
I-nspire
L-iberated
A-nd
H-appy
M-others,
A-s
Y-ou've
S-uccessfully
E-xerted
E-ffort
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Sheilah May See)
working are the ants
midst new summer month burrow-
ing tunnels collect-
ing gleaning shares foods
substances underground in
--terstate commerce
6/2/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Working through
wretched emotions
unhappiness
maybe depression
Understanding
unavailable
only advice from
others who don't have a clue
God knows
all our faults
sins
and understands
He knows ahead all our needs
and also, needs for the person
who is not the addict
and wants to know how to go on
In times
like these
what is the best course
to follow
Helping themselves
helping the addict
giving both
a fresh start
If you will work hard,
You'll be full without begging
In all of your life.
My name is Chikwela poet,
I will speak about Laulent,
Not a Bandari college president,
The security man in the gate.
I like how he invest,
Students to wear their identity,
Seems like they have forgot,
To him I have appreciate.
Since bandari I have start,
Only him he has react,
Even Bacoso how they conduct,
He has fulfil the right.
Students keep it in the pocket,
Not wearing in the neck,
After finishing to be inspected,
Weared only in the test.
In how he have operate,
He have done something different,
Which other couldn't aspect,
Good way he has select.
A day escaped,
released from the sticky womb of night
held firm in the arms of midwife morning,
listen to its infant cries
the wails of a newborn child unfed
demanding of your bed and sleepy scant attention,
it matters not that you turn your back and try to block your ears
to tears of open-window traffic rage
and screaming gulls that dance on bins with shoes of lead
invade your head and work themselves within
to violate your peace with a surgeons skill,
phone alarm vibrating shrill and shaking
leaking decibels that penetrate each waking fibre of your skin,
you know you must begin, attend that fractious babe
fill its hungry mouth to stop the bawling
lured as ever by the bathroom light
Thursday screams, and you her faithful moth come crawling
Dear Jesus
thank you that you are working in my life
even through my pain and suffering
you sustain me
giving me strrength to comple my work again
only you can help me
only you can heal
you still help me to encurage others
and thank you that others have seen you work
in me.
i thank you for staying by my side
giving me strength to keep pressing forward
and to percevire untill.bith my legs heal.
thank you Jesus
no matter what we face
you still help us share things about you. Amen
i can do all things through him.who gives me strength Amen
You learn to embrace your very own darkening
When trapped in a prison of your own making.
When it is the lights that were always looming,
Yet never letting the light in for any healing.
"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28 of the Bible's King James Version
“All things work together for good” indeed
Thus declares the Scriptures of divine creed
Illumining minds midst spiritual feed
For perspective, breeding cheerfulness’ seed.
Toward a better end along faith’s might
“All things work together for good” sheds light
Serving as wisdom’s inspiring insight
Toward blest jubilant heavenly flight.
Despite a seemingly wrong and flawed start
That can put despair to a hopeful heart
“All things work together for good” shields dart
Against staying futile, not doing best part.
Along God’s compassion, mercy and grace
Triumph is assured in running life’s race
Conquering guilt with His forgiveness-brace
“All things work together for good” always.
March 26, 2025
3rd place, "This or That, Vol 31 on Felix Culpa" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 4/7/2025
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