We can't ask for anything more
We have good health still
And that is a bonus
We go every night
Early to sleep
And the next day
We are up early
We first have a breakfast
That is made for a king
Yes we have three meals a day
Also we pray to God every morning
And in our prayer
We hank God for keeping us alive
It was him that made us in his
Image 61 years ago
We are already old
But we are still young at heart
This morning it was overcast
None of us like that
windows stare at me from every direction
gray streets, gray buildings, gray people
dead eyes walking toward me
I don’t ask any of them for help
I have never trusted urbanites
Don’t care if it takes me six hours more
I will find my way back to that hotel
an inner voice suggests cab?
I laugh at this
Don’t even remember the name of it
dead eyes file past atop listless expressions
zombies on tv have more animation
I had forgotten how much I despise cities
this is the last time I tell myself
It takes me three more hours to get back
Ask for more than you are willing
To give yourself far more than
You want to give a beggar
Plead instead for largess
From your soul so it
Might loose all its
Knotted hopes
And set you
Free.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
I knew I was the sole searcher.
Like a rose dying in the desert.
And all the loneliness she felt.
The piercing pains, oh how they hurt.
I can't turn the clock back, can I?
Wish to be where we were before.
Euphoric bliss of love we built,
Until I lost my head once more.
It was not long ere I discerned,
What a fool I really was
Yet what excuse could I invent?
She knew quite well I was the cause.
She roamed the crowded streets alone
Refusing all the calls I made
Preferred to die in loneliness,
Perhaps it was right that I paid.
I had no real intention
Of letting her go without me,
I climbed the stairs and waited.
An hour meant nothing to me.
She appeared, forlorn, teary-eyed.
Surprised she stood tall and defiant.
On my knees, I begged a pardon.
I loved her, she had to agree.
Comforting, the tidings to be
when he is laid to rest ~
He’s always done his level best
Anything you want
Just ask for it wait for it
You will receive it when you fully believe it
And our Father God releases it
First you must have faith
Then you must wait
Wait for God's time
For it is not our time
And His way is not
Our ways
So in conclusion in believing
Receiving then ask and believing
Anything you want speak it into the existence
In this universe you want it
Just speak it believe it and receive it
2/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Time to comply is all they ask,
And if you give it to them,
The old and the young,
The sick and the lame,
The deaf and the blind,
Can get the job done,
To a standard that will impress,
Keeping those who seem fit for the Job,
On their toes,
And the slackers even more so.
I came here hopefully.
But not willingly.
I came here to be protected!
I guess I’m old enough to be rejected…
By a mom who wanted a child.
To release as an adult without guilt, but my condition is not mild.
Mild as her love…
Which I can sense is fading into the above.
Mom, I’m sorry for the years you invested in me.
I will never be old enough to be free.
The beauty of life's song is in between the silence of the notes
If you don't stop to listen you'll never hear what was wrote
Appreciation has a purpose and it's meant for the beholder
Like when a father asks his son to give only to hand more over
Loving life is just the start comprised of building up another
So love your neighbor practice patience and be like a brother
After all we're all in this together and noone gets out alive
Lead by example and work together your community is like a hive
Have understanding for one's anger and someone in tough times
That understanding will shine a beacon of trust for all that see to find
Indecisiveness doesn't exist in a world defined by character traits
So be someone revered, upright and just leading with Love to Golden Gates
People go along in their life and then bam. Dead. Deceased. Kaput.
Survivors sit by a headstone and talk to them. I am not kidding!
They are not in there, folks.
Their body is nothing. The soul is their essence.
The sitters are now spread eagle on the graves, sobbing.
What the what? Do they not believe in a soul? I am gob-smacked.
Curious, all those Sundays spent in church and they think dead is dead.
Sure, the body is gone; going faster and faster, turning to dust.
But what about the soul people?
Do you not realize the soul cannot die?
The soul is busy, rolling her eyes at your silliness.
Pay attention to the soul; she has gone on with her life.
The soul is real, more real than this flesh life ever was.
It was a shell, a suit, a costume. Get off the grave. It is nothing.
A waste of money even.
Your memories and photos are the real deal.
Pick yourself up and go home, where your loved one occasionally visits.
Better yet, ask them for a visitation dream.
Sometimes it is the only way to get one.
living focused on today
will get us through
life’s challenges ahead
they say we’re given
no more than
what we can handle
so we count our blessings
to have each other
confident
no matter what
i’ve always got your back
and you’ve got mine
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Out on the water kayaking
Slowly tracking
Gentle movements
Practicing improvements
Suddenly the wind picks up
At first a small hiccup
Must seek solid ground
Before I drowned
Stay focused and unafraid
Good plan laid
Each stroke leads to shore
So I paddle a little more
The storm is here
I feel the fear
Rain comes down
From all around
Making it hard to see
What’s in front of me
So I ask for help
It’s heartfelt
Suddenly a boater appears
Out of nowhere, Cheers
I am saved
This experience engraved
I am not shy
when it comes to God
I ask for signs
eagerly without apology
a rainbow appears almost every year
on my birthday
my sign that he is listening
In sixty-eight years I only remember
One birthday without a rainbow
I was surprised but not disappointed
Today I asked for a sign
I received three
Three tiny bright orange butterflies
a falcon and a thunderstorm
all letting me know
He says I am on the right path
My one and only, lived next door
our love story came from friendship,
we were close and joined at the hip.
Our union had a solid core
so we valued what mattered most,
and our relationship grew close.
He wanted ten, I bore just four
two healthy girls and healthy boys,
the house was filled with lots of toys.
They left, I ached like never before
I didn’t know who was at the time,
my partner and friend was sublime
He caused me to see so much more
then I could bring him comfort too,
we both were sad and so blue.
As time passed, came a cheerful shore
we parented in brand new way,
I just loved every Mother’s Day.
My one and only, lived next door,
Our union had a solid core.
He wanted ten, I bore just four
They left, I ached like never before,
As time passed, came a cheerful shore.
7/30/2020
George was too shy to ask Eve for a date
His frightful trembling just wouldn't abate
So he made a recording
Of an airliner boarding
Warning: "Last call for this Eve ~ Don't be late"
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