Lord how you slap them, with scripture.'
While they keep closed their eyes.'
Remainig in blindness, all signs denied.'
The small book that John took.'
From the angel; before Gods own eyes.'
Tells all to repent.' Condemnation deny '
None shall see His Holyness without Changing inside, into timlessness be ever
Born anew, from taking Jesus as your Lord
True.'
A muffled hum,
a lullaby of blood,
a gentle, pulsing wave.
Warmth like a silken sea,
swallowing,
cradle and cocoon.
Light, a shifting dream,
a world beyond,
soft as spun wool.
Tiny limbs,
curled tight,
seeking rhythm,
an unknown dance.
The pressure,
a symphony of pushes,
a grand crescendo.
Then,
a sudden rush of cold.
Air, crisp and sharp,
a gasp, a cry,
a bursting into being.
Eyes, blurry at first,
then focusing,
on the kaleidoscope of colours:
sunlight, a shimmering halo,
a face,
a moonlit smile.
The universe,
an explosion of sensations:
textures, scents,
sounds weaving a symphony.
A tiny hand,
reaching out,
to grasp, to hold,
to connect.
Heartbeats
a synchronised symphony.
This life,
a chorus of beginnings,
unfolding in a breathtaking aria.
“Ye Must Be Born Again”
Miracle Man
2/17/2024
We can’t out give God,
nor can we be saved by works.
It takes a rebirth!
Waiting,
Waiting to feel the crack of thunder,
Shutter through my bones.
To see,
The flash of white light illuminate my sky,
For raindrops to touch my skin.
Waiting,
For my love to matter,
For my decisions to dance with consequences,
For reality to be sharpened,
Finer than a Laser light,
Waiting,
Waiting for the dark to lift,
For the Morning Sky,
Waiting,
Waiting to be Born.
John Roberts
To be born
To live in this world
To enjoy the pleasures
As a boy or a girl.
To be surrounded by love
To enjoy all the toys
To live the life
As girls and boys.
Sometimes you cry
Sometimes you laugh
But, that's the way
Of the growing path.
Yes, there is some laughter
And there are some tears
The joys of happiness
The depression of fears.
They loved you so much
When they were little
Where have they gone?
Now you are brittle.
But, to be born
As a girl or a boy
It can bring about
So much joy.
I didn’t know
If he would show
One day I knew
I’d meet one true
How long It’d be
I couldn’t see
Where was he
A dream for me
And then one day
A man waved hey
He said nice things
My ears they sing
The words not new
Though carried through
And made me feel
Oh happy deal
Maybe love
Is not a drug
And it can be
I’ll wait and see
But now my interest
Is no longer Pinterest
I opened my heart
He drew the chart
And what I seek
Is at this peak
It’s in his eyes
As they look at mine
In a matter of time
Together we’ll shine
A spark will form
A romance be born
And weave a light
That will burn bright
And keep us warm
Literary form
It’s in a poem
So all will know
That love is real
And it will steal
Like a thief at night
My heart’s in flight!
Written- 11/12/2020
in Love and Luck
there's only Fate
there is Will and Way
to shape each day
there is who we are but not
is the question in play
not defined by Power or Roles
But Deed
Or facial Expression
or solemn Confession
but Intent thru Content
not by lips but by Words
Truth of our Essential Self
Soul is spent
not by how long our hair
not because you are faster
or brighter
or Intellectual or have
a History
or story that says so
but by the intricate Balance
of Equality
without gender or obsolete
Definition
to be just who
we are as and who we are
for many ways to be balanced
equal to the stars that bore us
February 1, 2020
Gender Equality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
I am blessed to born a girl
Fortunate to be a daughter to parents who love me
A proud sister who has a brother to protect her,
I will not restrict myself to four walls of the house
Neither did I see my mother let responsibilities of life stop her
Earned her degree and got a good job
Saved to purchase things she desired
Cook for her family, do the household chores
She took every step, with faith in God
With self confidence, courage and determination she still moves ahead
Like my father in times of trouble, protect and support my household
Pay for my children’s education
Work hard and give them a better future
Set a good example for them to follow
Like my brother, get higher quality education
Uphold family name in the society
Get driving licence, learn to play guitar
I am happy to have parents who trust me
Gave me freedom to pursue my dreams
Courage to stand up for myself
Another storm;
Has passed and gone;
The torrent rainstorm;
Has blossomed…
And in the night;
Lost in the darkness;
Happiness, bliss lightening storms
And Jesus calls out
Come out of the rain
Come out of the storm
Come out of the darkness
Into His marvelous light
Come into the light
Another death;
Has passed and gone;
But yet have they died or just went home;
Has passed from dark to light…
Gone on home to God and Christ;
Lost in the darkness;
Happiness, bliss lightening storms
Been rebirth, remade whole;
Once was lost but now found
In the presents of Jesus and God
And Jesus calls out
Come out of the rain
Come out of the storm
Come out of the darkness
Into His marvelous light
Come into the light
And Jesus calls out come out the rain
Dry yourselves off and be born again;
And Jesus calls out come out the rain
Dry yourselves off and be born again;
And Jesus calls out come out the rain
Dry yourselves off and be born again;
9/13/19
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I will be born again
To love you, one day.
I will find you again
Where the blue sky meets
The enigmatic deep sea.
My fingers touched you
To bid you farewell.
I will be born again
To have a dream to
Touch your face, gentle.
One-sided poem of passion
Never meant a thing, there.
I will be born again, one day
To reach my dream, on
A single spinning sphere.
I do not know the end
Time is a wiser judge, there
Drops of rain, on my window
My longing to see once more
Dancing sunlight touching your hair.
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The Universe
Waiting To Be Born
Waiting to be born,
To reach out,
To touch a solid world,
To feel the joy of sunlight,
Seeping through my eyelids,
As I lie on soft sand.
Waiting,
To feel the crack of thunder,
Shutter through my bones.
To see the flash of white light illuminate my sky.
Waiting, for my love to matter,
For my decisions to dance with consequences,
For reality to be sharpened,
Finer than a dazzling beam of Laser light.
Waiting,
To run my hand over the rough bark of a majestic tree,
To smell sweet air, after the rains have touched the earth,
To run, with my arms outstretched,
To greet in passion, someone I love.
Waiting to know that I am alive and that death must wait its turn,
Waiting to go to sleep and dream,
To dream and dream
until I long to awake.
John Roberts
Even as I prepare my departure,
Boys of tomorrow, I think of you.
I'm leaving behind for you
What I inherited from the departed,
Lest I become like a rock
Which knows not its children.
Take heed dear ones, someday,
You'll face your meekness,
The enemy inside you,
When you set out to win a damsel's heart.
I know nothing about
Matrimony of salt and sea.
But,
I don't consult a haruspex either,
To foretell the stage-fright
You're destined to suffer from,
While you express your love.
I don't wish to frighten you.
But,
Take my word lovers of tomorrow,
Many romancing stalwarts
Had been spirited away to madhouses
By spirits of vineyards
While they struggled to say
The sweet sentence.
In the ancient days of our land,
A customary bouquet, made of two flowers:
Mimosa blooms tucked in between
Petals of a butterfly ginger lily,
Was offered to one's dream girl,
In lieu of words.
If she wore it behind her ear,
While her bewildered eyelashes fluttered,
Like a bird after the rain,
It was yes.
The otherwise had fatal ways.
I ask you
To inherit the ritual.
But,
Plant the flowers first.
For you'll be needing a lot.
Don't be born,
Our hands cut ice,
Stubbornness
Who knows what street woman is,
We hear about your perish
That affectionate kindness.
Here are great accounts
People are small,
Innocent people are elected
And they have unlimited load
Don't be born
Our air gasp
Our mountains are occupied,
Our flowers have forgotten their roots,
Now our feelings are virtual,
Our souls are dead,
They're doomed
Cherub Puppies
Take me forever,
Evil,
My body trembling in the flame,
Don't be born, kid,
Conceiving new days,
Pocket with the wallet
Hidden in the bay
The giant you expect
Forgive us,
Don't be born
Don't be born Sak
If I'd be born for evil deed
to capture water, land and heaven,
I'd plead you save my soul in need,
It is deformed, it's a black as raven.
You would take as warm plasticine
this miser's heart that brings the trouble,
It would be scared the king of sin,
He's harmless for you like soap bubble.
You would pass by my gloomy hall
of loses and remains of glory,
But your trial's fast, you make me fall,
And I can't shout: not guilty, sorry
for my so funny dreams and thoughts
these you remain, angel of vengeance,
You know no love, you hear no words,
And it seems I was born to menace.
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