Best Allotting Poems
Written: October 10, 2023
Night Bewitches Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our souls. Erich Fromm
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In the placidity of the night's embrace,
bewitched the cosmos with an arcane grace.
The moon, a silver orb, may induce its rise.
Oozing its ethereal aurora over the skies
Whispers of worm words waft on wafture wear,
As the stars spangle, their nexus is spare.
The night wiles with its vestigial spell,
Drawing us in, under a talisman dwell.
Penumbras plaster pegs poltergeists of trees,
The twilight augury decry casts souls at ease.
Geezers of nightgown awaken from slumber,
Suing solace in the Cimmerian shade to clamber
The eventide sky overawes with a cosmic array.
Stars bedazzle and coxswain us on our way.
Moonlight sumptuous aura in a gentle glow,
Steer us through the shadow as the nexus flows.
Ebony necromancy decry a glamorous sight.
Drawing us close to the serendipity of the night.
In this cosmic wee hour, dreams bear flight.
Our souls are raised, and our hearts blight.
So let us indulge in this nocturnal delight,
As dusk vamps, squirting a glamor of delight.
Let us wander in the moonlit haze,
As sableness susurrous surreptitious sprays
Wee crepuscule twiddles, a plum night symphony
Where conceit phantasm and verity shed sympathy
Allotting an awareness acumen ariose and aureate
Upon ubiquitous utters uncanny unsophisticate.
How can I be there for you
If I am here for you
I can't be ever present
Yet I'm presented to you
How can our truths be flawless
If we sometimes leave out the Father
May God help us, God help us
I pray for you wish I could embrace those pains away
Inhaling into me my spirit take them all away
How is loneliness so powerful
With silent so loud
How can a Heart of Love
Embrace the pride and stubborn child
Not too easy yet I'm here for you
In the torrent rains like a wind shattering the window panes
Emptying to me your negativity so that you may be free
Not too easy yet I'm here for you
Sometimes misgivings yet I'm here for you
Made a vow to be here for you
Was glad have this overwhelming help for you
A co helper not of benefactor yet I pray for you wish I could embrace those pains away
Inhale those bad memories sweating them out away from your very being
Wish I could co save the Day
Asking our Father to be here always
It's not about me it's Him I say
Allotting me to coexist
Must be love because I digress
In a feeling of need makes us sometime hard to breathe
In this I believe
How can I be there for you
If I am here for you
I can't be ever present
Yet I'm presented to you
How can our truths be flawless
If we sometimes leave out the Father
May God help us, God help us
I pray for you wish I could embrace those pains away
Inhaling into me my spirit take them all away
Any traumas rebuke dramas
No discords
Nothing but blessed hope, peace and love
Helpers one to anotherIt's not about me it's Him I say
Allotting me to coexist
Must be love because I digress
In a feeling of need makes us sometime hard to breathe
In this I believe
5/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
Serving-
Not only in this disaster but always
Can serve all if desired,
Not beating drum for donating; silently
Need to be good minded
Good mind is not the God of far sky
Donation of aid is not fixed in the ledger book
by the angel of lightened throne
Full of humane good manners may be true helper
For good characters
No need to be a theist,
No need to be a good learner of the heavenly books,
Just need pure conscience of humanity
For praiseworthy swerving to country and peoples
No need to be a leader or ministry,
By allotting the excess anything of self necessary can serve the all
If services to human is the worshiping God
Then must be a holder of true humane conscience;
No need to be a theist, spiritual man, educated leader....
15.04.2020 Chattogram
months, year, decades in the making..
this may how a love story develops..
sometimes, the girl or guy next to us..
maybe the person of whom we have been waiting for..
frequently and fervently, we pray to God..
that He may let us meet face-to-face him or her..
but, have we also ask ourselves?
If we are doing our part?
blessed are those who accepted the feeling..
with that in one way or another did something..
placing every ounce of effort ..
allotting not just time but the all self..
verbally too easy to say the words..
yet, notionally so hard to demonstrate..
love relationships are put on trials and tests..
at these times, persons involve will willingly work..
whether to stand by what it is..
or turn back and give up..
by: olive_eloi
9:43pm
10/27/2013
T-H-A-N-K-S : (PENTACROSTIC)
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Transparent tribute tweets to truth
Hearty hug harmonizes high helpmate
Adorable affection aids allotting amity
Noble note nominates new nimbus
Kind kinship kindles kingly kismet
Sustaining superior soul shining self
29.06.2020 Chattogram
Dawn breaks through the darkened night
exhaling beams of sprinkled light
across dense blankets of snowy white.
Naked, bony limbs start snapping
reaching arms upward while napping
allotting chilled moss to lay wrapping.
Frosted crystalline water awaiting
the ice-kissed surroundings, while creating
melancholy moans of biting wind deflating.
Craggy hilltops bordering, in sharp peaks,
glistening barren landscapes in streaks
as relentless Winter hibernation bespeaks.
Gods of Men
Uniquely crafted
with the world in focus
Altered scripts
broken-off ancients scrolls
Erecting structures
in a malleable world
Setting hearts on fire
testing souls with trials
Romancing the sundial
allotting time, as we
usher in a new era
With each revolving door
usurping gods as men
Selling lives for less
Not for nothing
does the light prick my eyes,
a thirst for walking shoes
tightens ankle bones
that parachute out of an inner attic
landing awkwardly into the open throats
of sneakers
still clutching their tendons.
Out from under a dim tented roof
the world is overrun with Asterix's
small confusing marks
that suggest footnotes and disclaimers,
warnings that you should not
take anything as actually actual.
Seriously sober, * I ditch the thought
of turning back,
now the landscape is tripping,
trees are hugging small birds tenderly.
Owls are tugging at dark clouds
moving them through
bright windows of sky.
The world has become a child's coloring book.
It is truly amazing how some mornings*
will keep you insane for a short while
allotting you just enough time
to recall, that you are not yet verified,
that you're n Asterix,
a disclaimer.
never dotting half-open eyes,
never declaring your fixed reality
because
the world keeps editing its meaning,
there are always more footnotes to add. *