The wind has bruised your tender face,
And winter wrote upon your brow—
Yet in your eyes, I still can trace
A fire the world could not put out.
The stars have watched you weep alone,
Their silver light a cold caress,
But from your soul a song has grown
That sorrow could not quite suppress.
You move through thorns with quiet grace,
The petals fall where you have bled;
And though the dark has left its trace,
You cradle hope where others fled.
The world was cruel—but in your wake,
A softer truth begins to break—
A light no storm can overtake.
She weaves her truths with thread so thin,
The needle slips and lies begin.
A charming grin, a steady gaze—
Yet words distort in subtle haze.
She speaks of feats she’s never done,
A war she fought, a race she won.
No shame, no pause, no hint of doubt,
Just tales that twist themselves about.
A shifting past, a fiction’s bloom,
Each room she enters, truth makes room.
She swears with oaths and vows so grand,
Yet truth slips slyly from her hand.
She mirrors back what others crave,
Then digs a deeper, softer grave.
No guilt, no fear, just practiced flair—
Her stories float like smoke in air.
But watch the cracks behind the eyes,
Where the truth is hidden and meaning dies.
Diddy said he didn’t do what many say he did
but Diddy’s only famous for he knows the talented
if Biggie wasn’t shot Diddy would not have had a hit
but Diddy put the hit on Biggie that is why he did
Though he had the power he never had the skill
paying all that money for somebody else to kill
the competition that went missing when the spot was failed
by Bad Boy Records never special Diddy died a jailed
I skip and jaunt so
across the pond tippy-toe
wetted I be soaked
4/16/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
GOD TAKES CARE OF THE BIRDS AS WELL AS HUMANITY NEEDY-
Hear I melodies
Father of Heaven O' God speak to me
Birds of autumn do so dottle
Whispers chirps chanting your love verse
Heaven sounds nature sings
Open up my mind ears Lord
For They caused the cry
Of the poor to come before him
So that he heard the cry of the needy
The poor shall be with us always
GOD TAKES CARE OF THE BIRDS AS WELL AS HUMANITY NEEDY-
The poor and needy shall be with us always
Lo, the birds have food and shelter and so shall the little of us
Hear I the melodies
Father of Heaven provides for me
Birds of spring ever sing
Whispering chirps of complacent
Open up my mind, my heart my hearts
Father help me realize it's me who gives
Through you so that others may live
Hallelujah
12/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Job34:28
This place where God and angels and his children reside this place those who practice Good Deeds the reward of this place heaven is this place called Paradise Nirvana the kingdom of heaven call the promised land the Heavenly Kingdom the celestial City it's called the Abode of God the city of God the Abode of saints and Angels it's called Zion Abraham's bosom the Hereafter the next world it's called the next life the after World the afterlife so-called Heaven is happy hunting grounds the New Jerusalem Heaven's call illusion field Heaven's call celestial terrestrial Celestial Kingdom call not seen with the natural eye but only lived through the spiritual life a floating Paradise elongated glass ever in all eternity Heaven abode is a righteous place the home of Jesus our lord and God it should be the place we all want to be
11/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
this is all new to me
i don't know what to think, what to say
in what direction to throw myself
it's new to me, a first, a last
i wonder where to look
i've lost my bearings
the compass of my heart
says you are my north
so i veer in that direction
forward, onward
believing there's some reason
trusting there's a higher purpose
so with little or no hesitation
i keep right on heading north ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Emancipated complicated symptomatic desolated attribute fortitude I guess I just as well
Liberated escalated Holocaust mystic drop gratitude fortitude I guess I just as well
7/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
The only pain you make me feel,
Is the pain from smiling so much, so often…
The only pain for me, that is truly real,
Is the pain within me, as I see you in deep sadness…
The only pain you make me feel,
Is the pain of the conditioning of my heart and soul…
The only pain for me, that seems real,
Is the pain that is all your own, but I long to endure for ye.
Although love is painful in many ways,
You truly are the one I love very meaningfully.
The only pain you make me feel,
Is the pain of being away from you, for a whole season…
The only pain you make me feel,
Is the pain of not knowing how long we’ll be together…
The only pain this love causes me,
Is the pain of deeply feeling so many emotions.
The only pain for me, that is real,
Is the pain of our tight embrace when we reunite.
Although love is painful in such ways,
I know deep down, our love is truly very real.
Fifteen years past
love swung down
from its candy-apple tree
and took hold of us both
by each ankle.
You wore high heels
like Cinderella,
they were uncomfortable
but were bedroom perfect.
The hotel was nothing fancy,
just glitzy enough.
Fifteen years on we are still alive,
old folks sickness notwithstanding,
all perfectly situated near
a local Hospital.
Fifteen years from here
we may be moderately wealthy.
I have seen the ‘moderately wealthy’
they often are not so ideal,
but
their financial cushions
are perfect.
Maybe we will be divorced or dead,
perhaps not even nearly wealthy;
our worn out cushions
wearing thin.
Every once in a while
perfection,
like a circle
comes back again to fluff-up
our hopes.
It’s good to be here
getting on each other’s nerves.
I mean if we were not here being so perfect
we might as well be at Walmart shopping for shoes
or something -
I dunno.
Just seek, seek His will
Seek God's will and all you do
And He will, He will show you God
Will show you which path, what path to take
He shall make all things better
10/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Proverbs 3:6
but i wouldn’t fault you words spilling from a loose connection
i forgive the negative
they are tied to your artistic temperament
your heart
translucent
exposes wires tattered and frayed
a myriad of internal cuts and bruises
i can hold such damage
with barely a touch
soothe the gnawing of varmints uninvited
draw out a collage of smiles
patiently waiting to adorn
the you i see
i can draw your laughter
deep and resounding
i can love you unconditionally
for better or for worse
be that handy little light
one carries to duel the dark
Thu Mar 5 2020
A Giver Cry's as well
Listen to me
Am about to turn
Your chapter of life
To elevation
Am here to fight your
Courage to inspiration
Am not here to deceive
Cos am not your heart
And if I be
Am here to build
Your life a world
Even when it hard
We can cry together
So let's give all
It take for happiness
So at last
We can smile together
Were not only the receiver
Rejoice while
A giver Cry's as well
Mother’s Day! The excitement mounts.
I let my children off the hook.
Don’t come. Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t bother me.
Yes, it is Mother’s Day weekend but
I have a full time planned, writing poetry, playing word games, painting my canvases.
I let my children enjoy their day.
They also can play whatever they want.
Feeling no guilt for not entertaining me
For you see, no one entertains me like I do.
And if they do not come, I can stay in my fluffy zebra pajamas all day.
I can take naps if I want.
I can lie down and retain what little health I have left.
I have been terribly sick. I might die today. I am an old woman.
Old women die, right? All I want is clear lungs today. Not company.
And frankly, no one entertains me half as well as I entertain myself.
IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING
Across the heath neath cerulean sky
All still, in brief expectant breathless pause
Impending vernal change of season nigh
Awaits fulfill of pre-condition clause
Yet bracken lace and grass a tawny match
Though warmer tint from sun that elevates
A song bird now essaying dulcet snatch
Of symphony that she anticipates
Jade canopy of chiffon will inhale
The blessed Vapour that sustains all life *
Which soon will burst in wild expansive gale
Of growth and affluence of verdure rife
Now Nature’s resurrection time is right
Her signal shall go forth: ‘Let there be light!’
* CO2
27 February 2019
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