The beatings of our hearts
harmonizes with the celestial rhythm
of Elohim
Creator’s words,
spoken from His mind
and articulated through our vocal cords.
8/6/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024©
Categories:
beatings, analogy, appreciation, celebration, devotion,
Form: Light Verse
Beating Heart
Speaks--- JESUS-JESUS- My JESUS
Beating Heart
Speaks--- JESUS-JESUS- My JESUS
Beating Hearts
Speaks--- JESUS-JESUS- My JESUS
Truths unfold, His mercies pure
Part of Our Father's love assure
Beating Heart
Beats ---JESUS
Undeniable, certifiable
Eloquent Elohim Our God
Beating Heart
Speaks--- JESUS-JESUS- My JESUS
For one and all salvation call
Just turn around and be stilled don't stall
One and, you and I recieve the free gift
Redemption's Grace Liberty freedoms face
BLESSED JESUS
Truths unfold, His mercies pure
Part of Our Father's love assure
Beating Heart
Beats ---JESUS
Undeniable, certifiable
Eloquent Elohim Our God
Beating Heart
Speaks--- JESUS-JESUS- My JESUS
Hallelujah
Undeniable, certifiable
Eloquent Elohim Our God
Beating Heart
Speaks--- JESUS-JESUS- My JESUS
Beats my heart--- JESUS-JESUS-JESUS My JESUS
4/23/23
Written words & Arranged music
by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c(
Categories:
beatings, father son, forgiveness, humanity,
Form: Lyric
The way of the heart is beating
The ways of the mind are cheating
Trifling conspiracy lust and jealousies
Spirit is moving the soul is crying
Pivoted denying the righteous ways
The heart wants what the heart wants
The mind thinks not what just is right
Trouble is the soul as the spirit reaps in thoughts
Beatings so the heart is at awe
1/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
beatings, analogy, engagement, metaphor,
Form: Dramatic Verse
The wolf
When I was a child,
I dreamt of white picket fences,
And cuddling on a coach.
Long walks on a beach,
And hot chocolate on a winters’ night.
Instead three months into marriage.
I was welcome with a fist.
My dreams were scattered into nightmares of horrors and pain,
My hopes were blowing up in vain.
Although life was growing inside me.
It did not stop the pain.
More beatings and humiliation,
Leads to lies, to family, doctors and friends.
How long must I keep on?
Or my walls will crumbling down.
My wolf is not outside my house,
That blows my house down.
He lied his way inside,
And broke my guard down.
Like a pig prepared for slaughter,
He broke me piece by piece down.
His howls was just as worst as bites,
He brought his wrath down with might.
Can someone please come rescue me?
From the big bad wolf,
Whose huffs and puffs,
Blow me down.
Date: 6/08/21
Contest: Word Play Poems with Play -on-word Raison D'etre--Poetry
Sponsor: John Anderson
Categories:
beatings, 12th grade, abuse, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Somewhere along the line
I discovered
That you were not my mother
Good job for both me and you
So we each had a clue
Your not my mother
As I am not your son
So let the beatings carry on
Cos I will never ever call you mum
Because I am not your son
Which is why in the end
I preferred to go
around the bend
But the thing that I eventually saw
Was I could at least shut the door
The one where you always forced me to call you Mum
Even though I was not your son
DAMO..
Categories:
beatings, analogy, youth,
Form: Free verse
WITH A SMILING FACE YET STILL BEATINGS IN MY HEART MUST BE JESUS---
There is a beating in my heart
Jesus
There’s a smile upon my face
Jesus
Oh, it’s Jesus, only Jesus who supplies us amazing grace;
There a wind inside of me;
There’s a breath of air in me;
Creator, Father, God
Breathe life in me;
There’s a spirit inside of me;
And my soul belongs to Him
And when I’m dead and gone if I made the right choices
Repented I will be in heaven, where I’ll be free
I and angels shall be singing praises with our voices
There is a beating in my heart
Jesus
There’s a smile upon my face
Jesus
Oh, it’s Jesus, only Jesus who supplies us amazing grace;
Beating heart, smiling face, amazing grace, breath of life right choices
Raised held hands and arms praising long I and angels voices
Alleluia!!
1/3/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
arranged music by James Edward Lee & Micheal Block
from the anthology "For the Joy of the Lord"
Categories:
beatings, appreciation, encouraging, inspirational, joy,
Form: Lyric
Be honest we say in churches
in conversations with our children
at school in classes
in cub scouts and boy scout troops
A big deal with the Girl Scouts
Easy when you are young, for the
truth is all you know. You have nothing but
the truth, for it is what young children speak
until they are savagely punished for telling it.
That is when children learn to lie
So please thank their parents
for teaching them to lie.
and be aware of the parent’s level of brutality
in these early teachings.
I am not talking of spankings.
I am talking of beatings with weapons.
or of savage beatings where the wall or a table
or a chair or a lamp is the weapon.
I am specifically thinking of belts.
Categories:
beatings, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
As the night has set in and the wind chimes stopped,
I sit in silence thankful for this day
Yet, I still ponder sudden hurtful actions by others
That came my way, many questions linger…
Who are you to tell me how to live my life in such a ‘mean’ way?
Hypocritically accusing me of doing exactly what you are doing to me!
You don’t even know the facts as to why I do what I do
Accusations without facts, are haunting to say the least
I will say one thing, in these feelings I am entitled to express:
I can be beaten with words an entire lifetime
I will never stay beaten down
I am stronger than you think
I have learned to be wise over time
I will always be who I am, no matter how many beatings I take
By anyone who comes along
Heidi Sands
8/31/17
Categories:
beatings, pain, strength, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Forecasters say we're getting snow, yukky poo
It's only November these guys belong in a zoo
We ain't ready yet
We're really upset
Will dock their pay and some beatings might ensue
Categories:
beatings, anger,
Form: Limerick
(This is a fictional poem)
People reap what they sew for the things they do.
I've reaped what I sewed for what I did to you.
Every time I hit you, it brought you to tears.
I've paid for those beatings I gave you over the years.
When I had a stroke a few months ago, it paralyzed me for life.
I've been a horrible husband and I don't deserve to have you for a wife.
You are amazing because you've decided to stay and take care of me.
You've made your decision but most people do not agree.
I feel remorse because of what I've done before.
I don't deserve your kindness, you should walk out the door.
While I was an evil monster, you still stuck to your vows.
I'm going to do my damnedest to make it up to you somehow.
Categories:
beatings, husband, on writing and
Form: Dramatic Verse