As freely, that of their airing
All do breathe in
What's passed on of these scent gifts.
Men treasure less.
As that more subtle entice, of
What exudes love
Find them more relatable.
Alike, too, dress!
OF MIND-BENDING WATERS
In the ocean of mind,
Watering thoughts flow:-
Boarding these thoughts
On the ship of faith,
Let our hearts’ rudder,
Guide us to waves of frothing hope:-
Peacefully arriving and docking
At the wharf of healing grace,
Let us timely, proceed to unload
Our cargo of dismaying pain;
And rejoicing in humbling praise,
Let’s give God glory for safe anchoring:-
Yes—in this present life—we still have
Challenging ocean waters to cross;
But praise Almighty God and the Ancestors,
Ours know no Middle Passages:-
And in the roaring waters of trumping waterfalls,
The Savior shall buoy and navigate us on our way:
Thus, let’s sail on to the shores of justice awaiting us:-
Willingness alive
reaches upwards seeking light
bravely choosing change—
unafraid of exposure
to blaze of introspection
It knows direction,
knows where it must go and when
reaching up, striving—
being both humble and brave
yielding, but so resolute
Seeking a small crack
that lets the light come inside
so shadows fall back
so fear turns into wisdom—
with the will making its hay
All coalesce—
seed, branch, root, twig, stem, and leaf,
bending into light
growing with courage and grace
with willingness on the way
The afternoon was spent calulating
what would be misfortune to millions
as he calulated the winnings from
the online " Hoss lottree Game"
the odds were in his favor and
nanometers in the visible spectrum
wave lengths and frequencies
inline turbine which flows
he stood at the bbq pit a master with
a spatula in his hand bragging about
his odds and days later we found him right and rich!
He won and won big, from there he created
The Capstone Grill and invested in
Stemcell Meat production. Helping to create
a culture were affordalie meat
would be sold to masses of people
as an alternative to animal meat and protiens.
From the book Music Lover
Songs by Chancey
Every time it is inhaled, its return is there
We give back life with everyone we share
Oxygen passes by our heart, gender, race it does not care
By taking it in, and exhaling it out, we bend the air
Man, woman, child, and beast consume this gift
So just by existing and living, you give others a lift
Armed with this knowledge, I never feel adrift
All that have been close enough to give my emeralds a stare
Have benefited from this body's ability, of bending the air
I am legend;
In my time of presence,
For I once had formed;
Covered in essence.
I lived in the seas of thousands,
Moments of memories inhabited.
The moments that melt,
Anyone's heart.
A pearl of deepening wisdom in;
Another spirit of divergence.
I would go that distance for you;
Then distancing from which is near.
My soul longs for the comfort of resting,
But, the time has not stood on thy side.
Time is bending times-self;
Continuously changing,
The course of destiny for esprit.
Dimensionally using itself to;
The altering of a times presence,
A time passed.
I am a legend,
I, covered with an essence.
The doors of the harvest are open;
Gathering the crops of our hearts;
The living waters nourishing are ever distant parts;
We see abundantly the newness starts;
I am a reoccurring flower;
And I am budding a loaf;
For I am grown and created by the Father;
All my sweet bending art;
just I a sweet bending flower of sorts-
6/21/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
I SAY I AM A GOOD CITIZEN
WHEN ASKED BY TEACHERS AND PEERS AT SCHOOL
YES, I PARTICIPATE IN CLEAN-UP DRIVES
I PICK UP LITTER ON THE SIDEWALK ON PUBLIC PLACES
I GET THE STARES AND SOME AWE AND I FEEL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF
BUT WHEN I THINK NO ONE IS LOOKING I THROW MY CANDY WRAPPERS ASIDE INSTEAD OF LOOKING FOR NEARBY TRASH CANS
“I HELP CLEAN IT UP ANYWAYS IT’S JUST A CANDY WRAPPER NO NEED TO FRET ABOUT IT.”
i felt a
faint no
i fainted
and fell
for what
seemed
like Alice
hours down
a rabbit's hole
then smelled
a smell that
became more
turning to
a stench
i found
myself
without
hipboots
standing bare
footed and
bare naked
in a bog
in a fog
in a...
state of dream
dreaming that
i'm thinking
about what
i'm dreaming
but how...
now maybe waking
shaken yet not
knowing am i
to forever find
what i can't
find in
dream
or even
awakening
Trees were bending, gates a-banging, leaves were airborne too
Howling like a banshee, autumn reigns anew.
Around the parks broken boughs lay like severed limbs,
While out on empty windswept streets, hurtled wheelie bins.
And so it is, seasons change, in turn they take the floor
A flourish of autumnal hues, before winter knocks the door.
Entry for
LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM ,ANY THEME,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
21/9/18. Placed 1st.
See trees
Dancing free
Waving in wind
Bending to not be broke-
endurance
the essence at hand
abandons every demand
silenced voices on the highest ledge
gravity incites a nudge
leads the inspired urge
fly's the spirit, feeds a need
where a dream once held the key
a beauty shattered piece by piece
the heart of a diamond refusing to beat
held tight inside clasped hands
fingers grip and squeeze
the jagged slivers cut shrewd
trading fractures in a precious jewel
for handfuls of moot
the sparkling debris shroud weeping eyes
I left my love
for a chance to fly
the promise inside everything
and nothing more than sky
soft whispers liberate the plunge into flight
desire drives the enchanted ride
wings unfold to soar over great divide
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
You see me, you created me
You see my mistakes, my flaws
Yet you leave me in the waiting jaws
Of demons with bloody claws
Yet sit and judge from afar
You see me on bended knees
Begging for mercy please
To finally set my spirit free
I just cant do this on my own
So i throw myself before your throne
Just one little scrap or a barren bone
From your table, will make me able
To face another empty day
Waiting for Your grace to fall my way
Or is this all a made up fable
And in the end when i bow before you
I pray the forgiveness ive asked for truly comes through
Maybe its not my due
But i will never cease to believe in you.
The last hope i have is to lean on you.
Here I sit within this grove
Trees around me with leaves of green
Nature is a treasure trove
Gold around that's clearly seen
Bending, Swaying
Foliage of different hues
Lie amidst this earthy ground
Fruit to eat; whate'er you choose
Nature does not make a sound
Bending, Swaying
Oh serenity so true
Stay with me one moment more
There's so much I have to lose
Nothing left worth fighting for
Bending, Swaying
So I shall remain right here
Underneath these blessed trees
Leaves of green that bring me cheer
Naught shall bring me to my knees
Bending, Swaying
From head to tips of toes,
On to the fingertips of closed fist;
Callouses of earthly foes,
Sadness embedded, no place missed.
Night turns to day,
Day turns to night;
Staying where I lay,
Moving not a might.
Blackness of nothingness dimming,
Time looping in endless bouts of sleep;
Want to awake to life brimming,
Body, self, sinking evermore deep.
Too weak to move, slowly nodding head,
Cannot see the ending;
Only death could free the soul of this bed,
Edge of reason bending.
8/28/17
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