William Shakespeare, who was he?
Well, he wrote a fine soliloquy -
but was it he, who wrote that monologue -
a mystery, or was it his dog?
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More horrors are on their way.
More than we should speak on,
more than anyone could say,
such the horrors on their way.
Courage cannot save us;
no more than King Lear's
withered fist against the winds.
Yet he shook with all his might,
in rage, in vain, in glory;
and so shall we, and so shall we.
For we shall not be measured
merely by moving mountains
with Faith. No Earthly calculus
for our authorship exists.
Our Mystery, our Infinity
married in these vesseled souls,
only their children endure the grief
of such the horrors on the way.
Reaching for my pen
Sharing those words again
Those like leaned my God's author finisher of my faith and fate
Abundant Joy He also graces
He fills me, fills me in with His awesomeness
With His awesome love abundance
Always He does yes He loves
All right these words
Don't misconstrued I love the Lord yes I do
For God has shared His love for me
God has said He His words though I share
this is his will He's my co author
First publisher of my heart spiritual souls pen
8/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
The topic doesn’t
Matter one whit... It’s the “way”
The writer writes it
I will pour out my soul into words, in these poems I write.
Carving softly my clayen wit, watching it bleed unto paper
That someday these words will speak the tongue of the soul of the world.
Poem Type : SIJO
27/06/17
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