She is a walking juxtaposition:
Amicable qualities dressed in futility, far-fetched pictorial in a living illustration, painstakingly carefree—a telltale tribulation.
Ambivalence irks aptitude.
Foreshadowing scurries in a frenetic gambit, a stratagem of the devil himself.
This oddity is a fleck, resurgent in its nature—a drop of dew, a grain of sand.
Do all you must to bait her,
debate her.
Commotion, admonish, plaudit.
The audacity of her tacit agreements.
Such abysmal fervor could be the making of a luminary.
yeee and that be thuh harrr
'cauze
Yeshua say'd 'to mine
y usted
where
two three
or
gather in
His Name
He'll there
be
yup
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and fellas
y'all harken back 'to
Yahweh's Words
Inspired
His Admonish
Oracled Yeshua
by
Matthew 6:33
'magin that
ourn and
Lord
More Blessings
“Blood Baths”
by Positive Mark
It’s the battle hymn of the furious,
birthed and composed in the bold minds of the curious.
Blood baths are luxurious.
Trendsetters
carving out grooves for the bed wetters.
Howling at moons, sharpening spoons on their lead fetters.
It’s cold out front, and backlashes sting.
Desensitized by the gospels you sing.
You wail.
You admonish them to stop.
Old prayers sent to Heaven for a new cosmic slop.
Case files opened on a day of judgement.
Those who did it to ‘em, and all those who loved it.
Battle hymns are raised to release the spirit.
Aerosolized blood gets mixed in with the lyrics.
Why are you here?
What were you told?
Scare to die now, or scared to grow old?
Live for salvation or die for the loot?
Kneel for the reaper or shoot?
Why must disobedience always prevail
in our present days of perfection and self-greed?
Why can't we bow our heads above abhorrent Hell,
admire creation and discard false creed?
O Mighty one, erase all my sins of brash foolishness
so rampant in uncontrolled thoughts of wild moments:
when nothing could trouble the unconscious soul,
when freedom exceeded its will not to avoid a fall!
Forgiving this son of yours, sobbing and despairing,
can bring him the consolation he has sought for too long;
can tears admonish that he's truthful and willing
to renounce all that made him a selfish being, not a king?
Are there hearts purer than gold, brighter than any sunrise light?
Nobody has ever been those except for sinless Christ,
everybody wants glory and if a few find it: its so short:
I seek no glory from men, only anchoring my boat in a safe port!
Oh Lord I admonish and acknowledge that I kiss
As such I embrace so
As I encases sorry
My emotions and praise around as
I hold you so long
You’re loving touch your breath in me
creative life you have done so much
Oh Lord I want to praise you up
Surreal breath kisses my heart sweet beats such
10/14/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
He so covered us as we slept;
Kept us His life force breath, inside us Son Grace;
Elohim Creator Abba Father gives us life space;
Thanks be to God for all He’s does and does;
Glorious is the day this new day our Father has given us;
Awake and arise and admonish with the vocal Hallelujah;
Grateful and gratitude for all the things He’s done through you;
Such a loving Father He loves us no matter what we say or do;
Unconditional Beloved He shows us such a greater love;
You’re gonna behave a blessed new day in God;
2/28/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
In mine suffering, I'm not suffering;
I refuse to reject my mind blessings;
Core to promise, I admonish my covering;
I am highly blessed in the witness, of my covenant;
Elohim, creator all power, His purpose is dwelling, indwelling me;
Reciprocity
1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
We shall admonish and admit praise unto our Father God,
Acknowledging Him in awe all things in all ways, always,
Elohim creator all heavens, universe, delights.
1/19/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Mind is a child, stubborn, mulish,
Maybe bullish, but not foolish.
As some from wisdom school
Say, let your mind play fool,
Cheer it up, never admonish.
___________________________
Limerick |19.01.2023| humour
Having to undertake my journey through life
I face unusual situations...This time with animals...
In the lagoon the alligator opens its huge mouth and orders me:
-Swim.
.. In the field, the sibylline serpent hisses:
- Walk...
. !In the cold white snow the scary wolf looks at me and howls:
- Pass.
.. On the prairie the fierce buffalo roars
- Ride..
.. At the top of the rock, cunning menacing lion studies me and snores: -
Come here,,,
I almost calmly admonish:
- I'm not stupid or anything else I tell them: "I don't obey your orders" ..
This is how I continue my journey. Being able to tell this story alive,,,! ...!
arm twist of the eyes
to admonish the sandman
abandon the bed
curlicues perhaps
the Catholic nun
wouldn’t let me engage
in penmanship shape
“shape up, sit straight!!”
yet the ancients
would whirligig
with their featherings
fill up the page
with their zorro-like signature
tap-tap-tap
the teacher’s brought me back
to life, to engage
in this ((yawn)) bor…ing
admonish the swording
don’t let me squander her time
keep in step with the four wall attack
windows of daydreams grow black
march march march
in two straight Madeline-s
the feather tickles my digits
my mind metamorphic
the rhymes fantastic
tap-tap-tap
this time near my ear
the fearsome whip
that steers me
into correction
dear nun’s satisfaction
i’ll get an A
in penmanship
but conduct -
can’t shut me up
Wilted by long walk under raging sun,
I sought the cool shelter of a large tree.
As I felt fresh, as if from far heaven
A sombre voice seemed to admonish me:
Till ye stop not grounding such gracious trees,
Nor learn to walk soft upon fallen leaves,
Be kind enough to share your lucky breeze,
Not be a thankless man that just receives.
O ponder whilst ye cool under this shade,
Be not so ingrate that ye have long been,
Nor spoiled by free favours of all these green,
Feel beholden to them ye breathe, eat bread.
Beware, with this sun raging redder still
You’ll have no more shade on this earth to chill.
__________________________________________
Sonnets | 03.08.2015, revised March 2023 |
Poet’s note: The animal world, even lowly insects take ample clues from Nature, and tailor their lives in tune with the changed environment. Alas, not man. Perhaps, for no other reason than the fact that he is intelligent. Intelligent sure, but not wise. This sonnet tries to warn him— a voice perhaps in wilderness.
I was too drunk to remember
When I shouldn't have been,
And I was told you were dying
Cause you drank too much
For so many years
I was too drunk to acknowledge
That I shouldn't have been,
When you needed me most
Because you drank too much
For so many years
I was too drunk to admonish you
But I shouldn't have been,
When you stopped fighting
Cause you drank too much
For so many years
I was too drunk to forgive you
As I shouldn't have been,
For not calling me
Because you drank too much
For so many years,
I was too drunk to help you
But I needed to be,
Cause we pushed the edge over
And we drank too much
For so many years
Town planners would us astonish,
When they rocks and hills demolish,
So as to new cities polish,
Their smart dwellers make less foolish
And it all turns out Bad Rubbish;
Reason to them all admonish
And Town Planning just abolish…
Town planners should themselves furnish
With what would a terrain burnish,
Not sensitive eyeballs punish;
Town planners watched by all eyes
Can’t afford to be that unwise.
As they neighborhoods garnish,
Their image sadly tarnish.
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