“What is needed is a Guru, a Savior, who will awaken us to Bhakti (devotion) and to perceptions of Truth.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
when we are ready, the teacher appears ~
he gives us a push and then disappears
1 SAMUEL 17:4-5
Like I a descendant of David
Like I a descendant of David
My forefathers Father
I too come before giants
You Philistines come with a sword
But I come to you with the name of the Lord
The Lord of Host
I come not to boast
I am of the God of Israel
I am of the God of Israel
In God he shall never fail
I am David and evil you are Philistine Goliath
Don’t talk about how dangerous and mighty you are
For I am empowered by Almighty God
Like I a descendant of David
Like I a descendant of David
My forefathers Father
I am God’s child and I won’t be defeated
Like I a descendant of David
My forefathers Father
I am God’s child and I won’t be deleted
For the evil you speak of you be defeated
7/6/25
Written words & music by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
From “I CRY OUT TO YOU”
Written: June 08, 2025 for contest by Brian Strand
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a call from h e a v e n.
We give You thanks for all Your benefits
O Almighty Eternal God
Who lives and reigns forever
Amen
Poetry Form: Quatrain
Date Typed: May 19, 2025
Time Typed: 9:47pm
O’ dear, I learned today you’re spoken for;
I asked the question, got the answer: “no”.
Ayayaye…but, considering the blow
wasn’t so bad, I’m glad I tried to score.
Oh dear,—(I must admit)—you know what’s more?,
you’ve snatched the beauty right out from this low
world; o’ diamond, why must you hoard it so?
All other charms have lost their glow, they bore
me now…I hadn’t grasped what beauty meant
’til I had seen your radiant strutting gait. ?
Nevertheless, I do not write this sonnet
that I should have something to bemoan it;
Rather, I’m thankful for the sort of fate
that sends me for a spiralling ascent.
I won't be long, I'll just tell ya all this..So you don't get me
Wrong.' If you look back on my writes you will see, when in
Great concern I made prophesy.' I said the generals are all
Bought.' Or In Aussie this would not be so.' I spoke now we need
A colonel, and by God it was so.' I don't care who you' my
Countrymen decide to back.' As long as they are not the
Four delinqient parties, I've got yer backs.' Yet as it goes
With me..An God being true.' I stand with Australia one.. If
That is alright with youse.? I'll warrant Riccardo would be
Truthfull enough.' And he knows how to tough it when things become rough.' Now I cant vote in person that irks
Me a lot.' So could you cast a few for me? If so my thanks you'll have got.' Take back the country.' That belongs to you
As this side of ( the black stump.) Know my heart
Is fully focused on you all true.!
Said the Heifer to the Ox: “O‘ sorry Ox,
How terrible to work your heavy yoke,
All day to wheel around that grinding spoke!”
She lay lazy in the shade of nearby rocks.
But Ox plowed onwards. Hearing Heifer’s knocks,
And paying no heed to her pitiful smoke,
He laboured, knowing well the dreadful joke
Which soon was to repay her mindless mocks.
And just then came a large procession near,
Garbed in diadems and resplendent frills;
“O‘ Heifer, if only you’d known your lot,
You’d have held your tongue and lived life in fear!“
The priests, dragging Heifer to the high hills,
Offered her to gods whose favors they sought.
(Inspired by Aesop's "The Heifer and the Ox".)
salmon streaks the sky
transforming hues ~
crescent moon smiles
second Winter
without snowflakes
just peachy
Autumn leaves, a scenic bloom,
a time of change an eerie tune
as leaves turn golden and trees begin to bare,
nature's scent fills the air.
A blustery walk deep in the forests
rain crashing down in erratic torrents,
the whistling wind, a storm of feathers
as birds lift off in search of better weather.
The season of harvest has come around,
the fields turn amber, their crops outbound.
A pumpkin's golden hide, its orange hue,
apples, carrots, celery collected too.
Golden shards adorn the trees like a crown,
gracefully they come tumbling down.
They crackle as I walk, under my feet,
a melody both soft and fleet.
The season of change, a time of reversal
as summer's performance is dismissed as a rehearsal.
Autumn reminds us that beauty is temporary,
as all good things have an end
but there is always a new beginning around the bend.
Isn't life fantastic?
Number 16
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My hubby's coughing
We're unwell
This flu is mean!
We feel like hell!
Number 17
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Can I get these done tonight?
This challenge causing me
Some plight!
Number 18
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I am nearly out of time
I cough and sneeze
And all to rhyme
(A MLOKU)*
What a magnificent canvassing God gave us in the sky tonight;
The full moon and all the constellations glowing hypnotically;
With the oceans and the seas below, reflecting this glorious sight:-
*A 3-line poem with each line
having 17 syllables and the 1st
and 3rd line ending in a rhyme;
focus may be on both nature &
human nature.
(Battle of Antietam, Sharpsburg, Maryland, September 17, 1862; 2,100 Union dead, 1550 Confederate dead)
the day September seventeenth
in eighteen sixty-two
found stalks of corn in Maryland
grown high as horses' heads
while rebel soldiers clad in gray,
invaders to this place,
stood vigil in dawn's wispy mists
as quiet Sharpsburg slept
when from the creek Antietam
charged boldly Stars-and-Stripes
so all-day-through fierce battle raged
in pasture, corn, and road
till sunset quelled the violence,
loud cannon-thunder ebbed,
replaced by floods of helpless moans
from maimed and wounded men
while from the carnage rebels skulked
across Potomac's flow
to breathe their safe Virginia air
as blue-clad victors wept
and set about the burials
of dead, both gray and blue,
three-thousand plus six hundred more
American souls lost
that day, September seventeenth,
in eighteen sixty-two.
seventeen-year wait
cicadas’ sweet serenade …
tinnitus is cured
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