Written: November 17, 2025
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The night used to gargle with garrulous joy—
canorous crickets, a capacious choir
beneath the diaphanous veil of dusk.
Now, only the hissing of wires,
the gaseous hum of machines
careen through the cloudscape.
I prowl the porch at the moon’s behest,
a flaneur of vanished felicity,
searching for the fetching fipple-song
that once gamboled through the grass.
But the calyx is closed.
The petiole wilted.
The elixir of sound—evanesced.
Where once the heron slept
and the wisteria wore its tiara of dew,
now lies a threadbare hush,
a dismal hex of silence.
The garden, once gaudy with chirps,
It is a byzantine grave of elision.
Did we disassemble for too long?
Rake too deep?
Abase the earth with hubris
And flapdoodle dreams of dominion?
Did our egregious hunger
for luster and control
writhe the world into quiet?
Written: November 15, 2025
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I am no feeling thing—
a moribund pastiche
of dulled mornings,
threadbare in soul,
writhed into silence.
No reason.
No why.
Just the torque of transience
grating against my sacred sapidity,
a palimpsest of vanished warmth.
Someone—
pinch me past this paucity.
I need your touch,
your rubicund ripple
to resile my wilted mettle.
Let your finger feel
be my panacea,
a seraphic catharsis
to evanesce this numb imbroglio
where even grief feels distant.
Come—
at your behest,
I will abase my hubris,
prowl through the seraglio
of memory’s panoply,
and rake through the riparian dusk
for one scintilla of you.
Let me feel again—
not the panoply of pain,
but the luster of being,
the emollient ache of presence,
the dulcet burden of love.
Birds die for prey
People die for money
Money's charisma slave people
It's power cater each heart to supple
Not careful you will beg as ego chill
Some avarice sell their soul to hell
To some life is easy because of money
So pretty a relationship is sweet as honey
I never told that fiat money people worship
Not even a slight of human pride stop a soul grip
For money rule the world of lust and praise
As human behavior degrading now abase.
The realm of faith is a sacred space
and dwellers there must self, abase.
There, spiritual laws govern sphere,
and perfect trust banishes fear.
God is the ruler of the realm
therefore His actions overwhelm.
The things that happen in this sphere
do not to natural laws adhere.
The kind of faith this realm demands
can only be had from God’s hands.
Each one receives a small measure
which grows when its use gives pleasure.
Faith treats as substance promised things
and on the not-yet firmly clings.
It acts upon the Word of God
and delights always to give Him laud.
Faith caused a man born blind to see
and helped Peter to walk on the sea.
Because of their faith, many were healed
and God’s saints wear faith as a shield.
Saints walk by faith and not by sight
in broad daylight and darkest nights.
Without faith man cannot please God
and the faithless way is very broad.
If we want to be saved from sin
we must believe and let Christ in.
And once He lives within our heart
eternal life for us will start.
They sat in love below a willow tree,
And from afar, they heard the rumbling sea.
He looked at her; green eyes seemed full of tears.
He asked what's wrong, afraid he saw some fears.
I am afraid, she said. I dare not tell.
The vale is vast, and flowers spread their smell.
I'm tired, my back aches, and I yearn for figs.
I'm hungry, oh, for a plate of spare ribs.
He stood and ran towards the sea in haste,
And with clothes on, he jumped, feeling abase.
The cold sea spray calmed down his tattered thoughts.
He loved her and began to dream of cots.
He took her in his arms and kissed her sweet,
We'll wed and have so many more to greet.
Placed 1
hearts beats rapid melts
like butter in an oven
bodies to close merge
~
temperature rise
energy coverings lights
muttering abase
~
softens beating hearts
joint together souls merging
now we be just one
2/24/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Spiritual Wickedness
(in high places is calling the shots)
Miracle Man
2/19/2024
I've never heard, a Christians life would be easy,
I haven't been immune to life’s unpleasant things.
Trials and problems have always made me feel queasy,
but I'm learning to adapt to what each day brings.
Many try serving God with worldly things hidden,
with Spiritual Wickedness setting the pace.
Then are found without power to do His bidden,
those in this condition, God will surely abase.
“If God isn’t the center, man will not enter”
Pray Without Ceasing
Miracle Man
December 12, 2023
The world has become filled,
with hatred and division.
Many times we let pettiness,
impair our good vision.
Compromise is a word,
most no longer embrace.
Which leads us full scale,
in our effort to abase.
We find it hard to ask,
so instead, we demand.
Seeking an advantage,
to gain the upper hand.
As a nation we’ve become,
morally bankrupt today.
Prayer changes things,
but too many don’t pray.
It’s blasphemy for the half ashy to try and blast on me-n-my family/
Fits about brass class for free from that lasting Gee/
A ghastly last plea is all I’d need for a decree to decrease or desecrate/
I’ll diss a crate of hate with what I integrate and create/
Fate did initiate a wait to anticipate the plate with a faint taint and I’d dissociate
The phase we’d taste may have been a graze and raid/
It’ll stay and abase their grave base they blazed/
Fiddle away a trace to appear like zany raves/
Little to say the way his faith’s light is a conclave/
He prays every day for grace to pave a bomb wave/
Delay no more and move forward with your higher courage/
Away I’ll store her more oranges to ravish/
Fly high for yours and theirs as you’re a rad fish/
Plan and pour an attack dish like a bad wish/
A span sore and sad but a serene swish/
Send a band to bore and stand up to ceilings amiss
Welcome to the life of a teen!
Where everyone’s stuck between
Where they want to go
And where they want to leave.
While all we perceive
May seem a bit distorted,
I can assure you that our life
Is just as full of strife
As any other and while maturity
May seem likely never to inhabit
Our poor young brains, this planet
Is a tough place.
So just give us some space!
And while we may abase, misplace, erase, seem base, or disgrace
Give us some grace!
She was afflicted in her tears;
Waiting upon her prince for many years;
She dreamed of solice schemes;
Being embraced by her prince charming;
Someone who she could call darling;
Coveted and yet internalized by her dreams;
And yet it would really seem;
She would be on abase;
And yet she took case;
She realized it was a dream and she was asleep;
But as she awakened in front of her was a face;
Of her darling mate, it was her man, her prince;
He winks, she smiles, they kiss;
Together they unite, ahh!
3/9/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Change occurs as a result of persistence.
Regardless of the degree of resistance.
No matter how to abase the distance.
Don't let it be just another occurrence.
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
Constant reminders of who controls the human race.
We wake up every morning and get hot on the chase...
gotta get the God with big numbers on his face...
gotta hurry along... got no time to waste...
gotta be first in line_ anyhow in any case.
Jamming down my food, pimping my style in great haste...
no time to pull up my pants or tie my shoelace....
grabbing coke and candy_ gotta keep up the pace...
sodas, coffee, caffeine_ smoking crack-freebase.
Looking up in the air, and down in any space_ ....
over here or there_ it could be any place....
cheating through life_ up my sleeve_ a spare ace....
lies are the present _ truth is gone without a trace.
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
constant reminders of who controls the human race.
persisting un regrettable unabatedly to abase...
our plagued souls_ with anything antidepressant laced.
I know when you abase me at kunan, was sniffy day for me.
My people at that time were surrounded by threat and poverty.
Know it they are dearest for me.
I warn you sacrilegious nation,
Hacklers are arriving to hack your appearence.
Get lost before with helish creations from me.
You hang my pious sons like,
Maqbool and guru.
Your aim lost itz fame.
Thousands guru hold firmly my flag on me.
I swear as a Nation of paradise.
My whomb is full of heroes like Burhan.
They lustrate your illegal occupation on me.
I remember the bright faces of my martyrs.
You have to slouch your sloppy face.
Libertrians are alive to rip u away from me.
Your thinking is what? I don't care.
Remember my Nationalists and their nationhood.
You have flee, flee away from me.
You seek pardon, Alas you are not pardonable.
What you poach? I don't have dearth of sacrificers
They love dearly, i love them and they love me.
Your art makes jhelum red by blood of innocents,
Remember, i am paradise .
I am with pious and they are with me.
........ Saim.....
Half-breed Hades and his helter-skelter handmaiden
Abysmally arrogant abase audaciously
Larcenous liaison of Lucifer’s love children
Lashing lepers in a legendary labyrinth
Ostracizing and obliterating others
Wailing wretchedness while warpainted warmongers
Earmark eerie entities for evil escapades
Endorsing the eager envoy for entanglement
Noxious narcissistic nauseating necropolis
Macabre masquerade of merciless marauders
Oblivious outcasts overwhelm outrageously
Owning the occult offering obituaries
Nefarious nocturnal neighbours nether and nigh
AP: 2nd place 2022, 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on September 22, 2017 for contest HALLOWEEN SCARE sponsored by RUSSELL SIVEY - RANKED 2ND
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