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Twin Flames

Thrice I found you burnt to ashes

Withered and alone, I sewed on patches

Ideal soulmate, destiny had spoken

Nurturing your fragility, torn and broken



Fawning passion, your features ravishing

Lingering kisses, two bodies lavishing

Adjoined in desire, our fire illuminated

Memorizing every inch, enthralled and jaded

Exquisite devotion to my beloved James

Sacred vows between two twin flames



Date Written: March 1, 2016

Premium Member Pets are Angels

"God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..."  Unkown

 
Pets are Angels in disguise
Endearing was my canine companion
There was no other pet in my life dearer than my dog
Seated close, sometimes he would curl up at my side.

Amiably he would lay his head in my lap and sleep,
Ready to wake up at the slightest sound,
Ever alert guarding our home from rodents and rowdies.

A wild roamer was my cute tawny dachshund.
Never was he in chains to be hauled like cattle.
Gave us company as we took our evening rounds. 
Endearingly he would rub his body on our knees,
Licking our feet and arms in deep affection.
So full of mischief, playfully he capered and hopped.

I have never felt a love so deep to any other as to him.
Nor had a bereavement more intense than the one at his departure.
  
Death claimed him before we could anticipate.
Inseparable was he from our home and our children.
Speechless I stand when memories churn within
Grew up as a member of the family and an abiding companion. 
Unable to break the bond, he clings to our hearts.
In haunting thoughts of him, we still get choked.
Sacred memories of him are forever enshrined within.
Eternal bliss and sweet rest be granted unto him!

Have You Seen the Light

Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the   
Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that 
Veer towards you when you pray, my brother have you 
Ever known more peace then when you bow your head in prayer 

Yoked to your heart He is your everlasting soulmate and your friend   
On the wings of faith you can soar towards Him night and day  
Unearth your fears and find the comfort that you need  

Sacred Father, Abba, Patriarch and Archer of all that is good in you  
Every action of yours is guided by His Holy subservient angels
Experience Him in your journey of love and know that you are  
Noteworthy of His protection.  Sister of life on earth plant  a seed

The creator will water it and make it grow like a rose in the dessert 
Hide it from the enemy let it prosper in His vineyard. You the   
Elect who is never left in the dark, is a child of the Beloved, 

Love with all your heart as he has loved you, built an alter and  
Invite Him to your table dear friend, He is the candle that burns bright 
Goodness and peace will follow you if you make  
Him your  confessor and your constant companion . 
Trust in Him who created you to His image, know you are loved.


Immanent Yet Transcendent

Immanent, at the heart of blood of the One who made     
Me, I am part of the great I am, the flesh and bone of His  
Magnificent creation.  As concrete as the firmament of earth,  
And as solid as the moon and stars that exist in the sky.  
Nascent as the first rose of summer and first newborn child 
Every fiber of my body is connected with tissue and brain.  
New to this interplanetary home I often exist alone,   
Transcending the overpass of life sometimes, go beyond.  

Yet the lessons I have learned in this lifetime have been slow 
Eager to experience the comforting light of the au de la,   
To a higher order I have entrusted my journey towards home. 

Transcending time and space I fly towards the Universal hub of 
Reincarnation, checking my Akashic records and knowing that my 
Algorithms have been installed in me long before I was born. 
No greater joy on earth than moving upward and beyond, in a  
Sacred manner.  I breathe in, hold my breath, then breathe out  
Climbing up the invisible ladder of spiritual success and   
Enlightenment. All of His philosophical teachings given through    
Nacre moments of pure intent.  Like the Mother of Pearl when the 
Dharma wheel turns I follow its winding path, without push I  
Ease into the shift and become one with the Omnipotent Light. 
Nascent as the first rose of summer, a first newborn child, 
Trusting I will be well received, on the other side....

No Conscience

N eurotic are they
O blivious to what others say

C allous at heart
O bnoxious to most
N arcotics could be the host
S acred to oneself
C onscience left on a shelf
I  ndiscretion as an act of variance
E goism a total annoyance
N arcissism that is unbreakable
E stranged until they become humble

Jehovah God and Jesus Christ Forever Amen Part 4 of 6

An Acrostic & Alliteration Poem
Part 4 of 6


J    ewel of The Crown ... As The WORD - Journeyed Far
e   steemed Lord of lords - Enters As Bright Morning Star
s   acred High Priest of Heaven & Lord of Sabbath, You Are
u   s ... You Ushered In & United, So We Wouldn't Falter
s   acrificed Your Blood For Love, Upon The Salted - Altar ...

C   ompasionate Counselor, The Conqueror Gleams !
h   ope, Help & Happiness For All Humble Human Beings
r   ays of A DayStar - Rising, Reaching & Seen
i    nnocent Lamb of GOD - Inifinite, King of kings !
s   on  of  GOD, Savior, O' Salvation He Brings
t    he Way, Truth & The Life-Light's Triumphant Beam ...



MoonBee


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My Secret Message


My darling, I love you then, now and always,
you have a special place in my heart, forever.

Since the first moment it was love and lust,
even though you exist in another realm with God,
can you hear my tears, my love? Oh, though you have been
resting in peace for all these years,
eternal and sacred is our forever love.
Today, beloved, I brought you flowers.

My darling, will you wait at the gate of Heaven?
Ever since you left me,
stillness and peace is my path.
Strength, courage, tranquility,
and faith and an open heart my salvation.
Going on without you has been terrible,
even though, I know your love dwells on-  until we meet again.


_________________________
January 16, 2017

Poetry/Verse/My Secret Message
Copyright Protected, ID 17-866-511-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Wracked With Ratiocination When Writing

no shortage of familiar metier real
     (material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast
merely a predicament how to winnow

     junk bonded barnacled
     accretion encrusted
     amidst gems buried
     within treasure chest,

yet vigilant to sift,
     viz figurative fine tooth comb
     uprooting excrescence laired plethora
     incognito, sans faux

     couture doggerel habiliment dressed
necessitating painstaking
     poetic rock climbing
     ala scaling Mount Everest

imbedding, hooking, grappling
     fingered duple crampons 
     aye con fessed
to myself, the futility

     to wrest Shakespearean nuggets, 
     which analogy hyperbole you guessed
nor does modesty allow me feeble effort
     (trite) on par with August bard,

who would rank him, 
     the highest allotted value
     upon assigned (absolute)
     value of playing card,

hence tis the gold standard thee
     verse a tile scribe based
     at Stratford on Avon
this here wordsmith wields

     his own literary might always on guard
to stave reprehensible tar tarred plaque
     like encrustation glued hard
akin to a geode methodical
     mother lode extraction jarred

by the slightest distraction, 
     thus with bold
ness sigh hermetically 
     seal off every cerebral fold
vectors against superfluous mind chatter
     can upend fragile tenuous hold

when merest wisp of nearly
     elusive mental thread escapes,
     i feign scold
ding this paperback 
     bestseller wannabe with told

cha so Harris, thus
     keep dreaming envisioning
     an green acred Edenic demesne
     sprawling across wide webbed wold.

Sign of the Times

Sacred Scriptures and the seers of the yore
Inspired or in the throes of divine revelations 
Garnering premonitory precursors of the coming times 
Nation rising against nation, brother against brother,

Of the worldwide pestilences, famines and earthquakes,
Four angels standing at the four corners of

The earth holding back the four winds,
Hail and fire, mixed with blood come pouring down
Enhancing the wickedness and the love of most will grow cold.

Time is at hand when people will not heed sound teachings,
It will be time to destroy those who destroy the earth;
Many false prophets shall rise and lead many astray
Except the one who stands firm to the end will be saved,
Says the Lord, “I am the way and the truth and the life". 


~04/23/18
~Acrostic contest by John Hamilton

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Jesus Is
Written: by Miracle Man
1/14/2021`

J-ustified
E-minent
S-acred
U-nadulterated
S-anctified

N-ever failing
E-dified
V-irtuous  
E-ffulgent
R-eachable

F-aithful
A-bsolute
I-lluminating
L-aureate
S-anctimonious
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Premium Member Christmas Acrostic-

Cheering multitudes shanghai.
Hearty thanksgivings sphere.
Rainy seasons harbor.
I ntroductory thanksgivings canvas.
Spiritual nativities sail.
Thanksgivings curtain wall of love in the air.
Minor constellations season moon and sun witness.
Annual thanksgivings celebrate giving to all.
Sacred seasons holiday birth of our Savoir our Lord









12/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Friendships

F inding someone you can	
R elate to who is			
I mportant and special in	
E very way when you
N eed help making a
D ecision or just a			
S houlder to cry on 				
H elps you realize their
I nspiration and love is
P ure, true and extremely 
S acred, treasure it always!

God Loves Us All

God loves us all
Optimistically I will answer his call
Devoted to the Lord my faith will never forestall
Loneliness we will not suffer when keeping our trust in God
Opened arms he will always be there waiting
Veer clear from the facade
Exuberantly the Lord makes life exhilarating
Sacred is the bond and it deserves endless laud
Unrelentingly I will rectify my life for Gods warm embrace
Salvation he bestows
Allow the lord into your heart, for dark times are to come
Loving him kindheartedly will help lead me from sin
Lucifer and his slick grin will never win
5/4/2017

No Roof For Reindeer Shingle File

the celebrated sailing frog
     from Montgomery County
     went a court'n, or so the tale iz toad
to a grand ole mansion built around 1910,
     and e'en 'pon

     being razed ~2012 ah no dummy
     sea worthiness still plainly showed,
twas February 28th, 1968,
     when my father
     bought the house at 324 Level Road

majority deuce score plus nineteen years,
     rush back with unfettered exuberant zeal
this aging elf spent psalm tranquil
     May days sung sotto voce
     atop memorialized, prized,

     shingled out, ship-shape valued,
     venerated, vip voted faux vulgar demesne
     "Glen Elm" named private
     100+ acre wooded common weal

many a pitch perfect spring day
     found yours truly
     frankly basking atop spacious roof
oft times begging the cosmic force

     irrationally lyft ting this Earthlinked bing,
     this uber dreamer
     willingly taken with "poof"
(magic amazing dragons)

     presuming my absence,
     would not be missed and whereabouts
     no cause for alarm,
     but usual antics of contemplative goof

ball, and aware
     a minor for hair (Sunkist) gold
Helios innocently beckoned,
     this then sole Sol tanned
     within the solar raised fold

surrendering while atop 
     the multi acred roof where any cold
melted away, whence became bathed
     like a bronze statue of auld.

zip pose zing the weather forecast
     donned wafted air
fragrant with flowered flora
     visibility for miles
     if ether crystal clear,

this high da way countless yards
     off the ground presented flare
approximating pristine floral display
     with powerfully poignant immunity
     against cackling, jeering, scowling,

The Last Stag

He ventured from
 the wooded square acred forest that remained
  in search of food and a companion or two,
there was neither;
 down along the rows of $600, 000 homes,
  5000 square foot monoliths for two and a child
fenced in against the surrounding world,
 traveling along, alone on  a desolate
  macadam paved roads
and the concrete stepping stones
 that ached 
  in the touch on his swollen hooves;
it was the three o'clock hour
 the darkness surrounding the early morning hours,
  no traffic sounded on the pavement,
he stepped cautiously listening
 straining to reach the other side
  as the car reared its fender against him
it raced away pushing him to the curb
 where he lay slowly dying
  stretching his life into extinction
lost to the progress of mankind.
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