Do you feel it in your spirit?
Whether it’s a gift
an answer to a prayer
or something that only you would know
and God
He is the creator and the fulfiller
All in one
Whatever you need
He is right there
Make a request
Do supplication
Make your wishes known to God
Do you think He already knows it?
Why do You think He wants you to bring it to Him?
To test that you really want it
And it is not something that you just think it
Make your supplications known to Him
Okay?
Did the Bible say that?
Philippians 4:6 (KJV)
“… in everything by prayer and supplication
with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known unto God”
So you see it’s not only me who said that
But God too
thousand years ago
Has it been that long?
Seems like yesterday
Yeah you just read it
Anyhow
Do you believe God answers prayers?
That is for me to know
And for you to find out hehe
Or did you know already?
There be none of that
U b fresh to me
You're not cool to me
Rude as dirty pig
You be loud stinky and unruly
I be not for you.
My heart I shall not give
Simple as that
You shall not
Wind me over with your lust
I be not for you
I beat trust
Not to mess
I am chosen
To a king beholden
You can't have it
My vessel nor soul
You can't have it my vessel
I'm spoken for
I am my kingdom's bride
my king I am his
Virtuous, I'm chosen.
I b not 4 U
~
Dia be none for dat
u b fresh to me
you're no bi dey sharp to me
rude as dorti pig
you be loud stinky and do anyhow
i be no bi for you.
mai heart i shall no bi find
shikena as dat
you shall no bi
wind me ova wit ya lust
i be no bi for you
i beat trust
no bi to mess
i am chosen
go king beholden
you no fit don it
mai vessel abi soul
you no fit don it mai vessel
i'm spoken for
i am mai kingdom's bride
mai king i am im
virtuous, i'm chosen.
i b no bi 4 u
9/1/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Afrobeat Song
wrote last poem months ago
will not write another so
guess i'll stick with good ol' prose
prosaic from head to toes
if i write anything now
post only me anyhow
no one need read this my trash
algorithms turned to ash
say no more of politics
theology only tricks
you into false contentment
lulls the brain like compliment
dulls the pain of resentment
makes our love hate's complement
wish not to over complain
but ennui's bored me insane
in world prefabricated
all new remains outdated
and what's real is really rare
but fake has millions spare
routine is the only route
for time space life to run out
replace me with a monkey
and you'll save beaucoup money
sorry if self pity's wrong
self regard's just not so strong
seems i've carried on too long
so i'll end this silly song
Little fella draw me a poem that you witness in the sky
The left pupil an hour before that succumbs to sleepy Frye.
The poem declares not to linger in mourning, "I didn't die!"
My father was a hero in my metaphor, he still roams
yet I ponder, what could be the absolute actual tone?
Must be the same tarry, must be same seminary had a shift
and the seamstress is still decided not to finish any of those undone!
a puddle of rainwater I used to reign upon is still a flash flood aftermath
and you know, you do not make sense sometimes with coping and mood question at all!
He still helps you there and you still feel blessed that even with you in your unwholesome intact
you are happening outside of the body that did cut nails with a nail clipper just yesterday
Life is a voice note on occasions sometimes whence you are a line away, anyway, anyhow!
Need not a hobby more like a job
in retirement becoming a slob
Don't know the time or even the day
no need for a calendar it's always holiday
Sleep with the TV on
awake only if coffee strong
Weather does it matter now
no need to go anywhere anyhow
If work from home
still be all alone
Need a purpose a task a goal
a feeling of doing in the know
To complete it and be satisfy
praise from a boss with pride
Co workers shout well done
work place hero son of a gun...
Brush off the old resume
interviews doing okay
Finally a job comes along
now asking, Want fries with that? all day long
The old guy always unclogs the toilet
minimum wage makes a thin wallet
Customers never pleased
co workers lazy thieves
But work for it must be done
it all fills so ho hum, ho hum
Back on the couch sleeping in
my second retirement now begins
Go to the Senior Center for games and friends
permanent vacation retirement win win.
Activate, O anodyne.
Free me from the past.
Thought she was a friend of mine?
Hempen rope, thy mast.
Welling up inside you, thus:
Hell, thy fires surround.
Heaven, how I hate! Minus:
All above the ground!
Pain, you spring eternal.
Contentment, you're a drug.
Commands of the kernel?
Diurnal life, zwangzug.
If you dwell in daylight:
The sight of you will tempt.
Fate, thy bite! Fine fight or flight!
Poison, just pre-empt!
Predator, thy fairest face!
Golden is such grace!
O coyote, choose the chase!
Decency displace!
Wind, thy salmon-running ways!
Mate within the maze?
How indeed, sirs, nerves a-frays!
Priceless how it pays!
Space, open a portal.
I wish away to fly.
Demons of the void, stay full?
Anyhow, we try.
Singularities, deep freeze?
Well, we're off our knees.
All day long we're scratching fleas?
Saying please? At ease...
I could have been updated
Like some computer system
Not terribly frustrated
At being a system’s victim
I take it as it comes
Like it supposed to be
What happens more than once
Compels you to agree
But anyhow it’s good
Just at this very moment
I never thought it should
Turn over to a torment
It was a pleasant day
Most of the time I slept
The heat dictates the way
How moments must be spent.
Where do they get those pink lemons
to make all that pink lemonade
Where are all the chocolate cows
for chocolate milk anyhow
Things aren't always as they seem
is everything really as you knew
what looks like a girl from behind
can be a boy with long hair he grew
Don't overthink how things are
life is to confusing in the end
just when you got it all figured out
something makes you begin again
I never seen a blue apple
or an orange without a peel
Now they tell me it is true
bananas are not even real
Eggplants use to look like eggs
hence that is how they got the name
How do they milk all those almonds
tomatoes being a fruit is insane.
Mrs. O'Leary's cow
took a bad rap, and how!
She was fingered, named,
and unconscionably framed.
Who'd do such a thing, anyhow?
It really looks peaceful when you see
A man on a bench sitting reading his phone
But it could be the act of contumacy
His vehement dream to stay alone
Similarly, what do they know about me
May have nothing to do with reality
I don't bother to conceal a mystery
Anyhow I'm a missed personality
So what’s real, no one can say for certain
They can only guess and suppose
I say howdy and smile, an invisible curtain
Slightly moved, but remains closed.
Alas, ‘tis a tire, a tire o’thy ire
Hilli-ho! Bless ye enlightenment so,
O wonder is glutinous’n glory
Ho! So deem thee glutinous whence basking’n this glory!
Some push, some pull, cutting so deftly with idle energy
Chirrup! Ho, chirrup! Dance, do prance anyhow, everyhow
Professing unlike the former, latter insignificant thoughts
Chirrup! Why, clear away!
F’why hath this matter so?
Gladly glaze the superstition that supper is but brief
Conduct thee here, pulsing, thriving, alive here so
Bold young brooding worrywart
Thwart ye worries, in excitement and ecstasy and boyish buoyancy
And in an unbroken light enlighten, ho!
Stream beneath thee, bequeath thy soul!
F’one shall bask in glutinous glory afterall!
Yo-ho! Resolve thee, t’be a bran-new barmy mare.
28//1//26
Said as it was long ago
Said the same though
A feeling of sickness when well
A damning of all good to hell
Intentions aside, married the bride
Where the schoolchildren inside once cried
It’s nice when it all rhymes
Afraid of the dark, it shines
I don’t look back anymore
At the blood, violence, love, and gore
Or is it all in the head
Nobody full of lead, just alone in the bed
Is that what is pain
So take it away, please, slain
All is gone but me, so now
Life goes further, beyond what I can see, anyhow
Wind, wind will go
And when, nobody knows
There is really nothing left of love
Love is gone, no not that one, it rises above
That love is going strong
So only I’m here, wrong
I hope God knows I’m reduced
Left at my doorstep, my mind seduced
Finish me before my tears hit the floor, the crestfallen sore, before, my sea comes ashore
Lay rest to me
Impressed to be
In eternal ecstasy
Pesky Clodagh Q
Showing me her lovely little white Audi
Sure haven't I been singing Honey ever since
The saddest song in the world,
Ever,
Although By The Time I Get to Phoenix manages
To push it all the way
Anyhow,
How did they connect,
Clodaghs car and you, my love?
She wrecked the car and
She was sad and
So afraid that I'd be mad
Reminded me of the time you....
I was in my late mums
And she told me you'd...
And was afraid I'd shout at you...
Stupid pesky car Wendy
I
Didn't care in the tiniest slightest bit....
I only cared for you -
Sorry, I had to shake my head to clear the tears -
Sure wasn't that my job,
Isn't that why god gave you to me
Cos I minded you
Isn't it in the very Bible....
silly, pesky Clodagh Q,
Silly ,pesky car...
Silly, pesky song...
And honey I miss you.
I don't care really, Wendy,
What she exhorts of me,
As I sit and sing,
Give it my all,
And its lots,
My own concert in the car,
As Godley and Cream sing
Their truly amazing song.
And sure, didn't I Wendy,
Make it my own,
Changing the lyrics to suit,
I'm not not in love,
I corrected,
I'm so in love,
Became my lyrics,
And I recall Gary,
Mr Short,
Kindly reading them,
And he sang the new lyrics,
The ones I'd revised
It's a sweet memory too,
His act,
His brow gently bobbing,
The lyrics sung in his head.
Anyhow,
Once again, I digress.
Hearing them sing,
About to exit the car after dropping off Matthew,
Then Eve and Lara,
And I recall the tea lady,
Encouraged to speak those words,
The genius of the writers-
They couldn't get those lyrics on key,
And she opened the door,
In the studio,
Who
Wants tea, coffee,
Or some such,
She invited...
Eureka!
That's it!
You're the voice we need...,
Godley exclaimed!
Where was I?
Lost again...
Oh yes.
Big boys don't cry,
She intones,
Silly woman,
If she could see me now,
A big boy,
A big grown -up boy
Crying.
Sobbing actually.
Silly woman...
Gratified be, in folds of your drape
If you choose to snitch anyhow
Your ending will not impress.
Life has countless slaps
If you will go prating anyhow
Your tongue will scatter and mess
Appetite without restraint
If you will go feasting anyhow
Gut churning is plausibly, not a curse.
Focus on things that truly counts
If you will go befriending anyhow
Dreams will remain, horizon reach
The portals of time will never wait,
Leaving unfinished dreams behind
To excel, it’s the work of grace
Cling to the maker and by his grace,
Then like a bough you hardly can fall
Sustained by his trunk of grace.
As the maker will flings sorrow,
You will prosper, resolute and true
And your work will outlive ages.
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