Best Brethren Poems
Written 24 November 2023
Some Musings on the Inner self
If in the stillness of our room
We gently close our eyes,
From the very depth of the gloom
We may sense some far ties.
If in the midst of the silence
We deep open our ears
And ponder on our existence
We may a thin voice hear.
If with a calm serenity
We muse with peering sense,
With mindful serenity
We may learn life`s essence.
If in the pitch of solitude
We peer at our own soul,
We may feel a deep quietude
In our mind as a whole.
If in the peak of stern stillness
We scan the inner self,
We may view a gleam of brightness
That longs to guide ourselves.
In the depth of the inner self
Lies some gentle brethren
Very much akin to ourselves
And a tender human.
The inner self is like a pond
Reflecting man`s image,
Cherishing human love and bond.
All throughout the ages.
On the backs of giants I walk,
Most of them cursed me right to my face and imposed correction unnecessary,
Most of them as Judas to Joseph, fell to the sting of jealousy, and slew my very soul with the
Cain like bitterness of accusation.
But still on the backs of giants I walk.
For from the beginning to the end,
When they had the choice to deny the destiny that God had for me, or to embrace it,
They all, everyone, chose to believe.
Form:
She nuzzled her first born,
Until he ungainly stood.
Fresh birthed, dewy damp,
Rocking unsteadily, a new life.
The herd settled, calmed by mother instinct.
Then slowly moved down the rocky draw,
Hooves dance, tattooing the morning mist,
Shaking the night loose, dawns promise,
Roaming the lush verdant growth.
Singing the song of the herd, brethren of the wind.
And the little foal understood the song,
They heard his first call.
Joyfully hearing the whiny of a new life.
But it wasn’t always so, with master-men.
Confined to the plow and jig, consigned
To repetition, plodding nowhere
To stall and back as leaves fall
And blossom’s end in endless cycles.
But now they’re running free,
And they’re strong for the herd is many.
Manes and hooves, glistening forelocks sprint
Breaking morning’s silence.
Hush, they instinctively stop, shiver
And smell the man-masters approach.
Frightened, instinctively moving,
The herd’s survival depends on escape,
Fleet of foot, to run from the man-master smell.
Down the shallow draw the hooves pound,
And up the crest with nowhere to go.
Their stretched out lithe bodies
Momentarily outlined by the evening sun.
Over the edge they plunge
For freedom’s sake, thousand foot down.
Beware Brethren; watch the events in the Middle East.
Things are exhilarating, here comes the one and only beast.
Predicted so long ago, our Holy Bible tells “Us” so.
Carnal man is in for a rude awakening, God tells “Us” you know.
Events, wars, earthquakes, strange happenings in the sky.
Most humans are blinded; they let events just go by.
Ahh! They say it will all work out.
They believe in their way, they have no doubt.
So the Brethren, why so much confusion? So much killing and strife?
Well if you truly listen then this might save your life.
Our Holy Bible tells all, God’s edicts and laws will be obeyed; “His Kingdom Come.”
The Day of the Lord, the Holy Bible tells “Us” that He’ll return to His Earthly Kingdom.
As the sunrises, it will be so; His truly loving truths will stand.
Soon, shortly, our Father will establish His Kingdom, those who search, fearing God, understand.
Revelations is very clear; Daniel foretold also this was to be so.
Brethren, “The Day of the Lord,” will be soon; the Holy Spirit’s wisdom makes it so you’ll know.
Famine, pestilence, earthquakes, monsoons, hurricanes, it goes on and on, escalating to climax.
But those in the know will survive tribulation, the world peace that God planned, peacefully making “Us” relax.
Pray Brethren that He’ll come soon, ridding earth from the evil within, returning “Us” to Spiritual reality.
Restoring love, for our planet, plows instead of weapons, the Father and His Powerful, Divine awesome loving Spirituality.
Again beware, look to the East.
Here he comes, the Southern beast.
Horrific times for carnal man, crying, dying by the droves, a time like never before.
But the Spiritual Light is profound; our Father through correction, like Father to child, will teach “Us” Spiritual love, a Spiritual Family evermore.
A skyscape floats with light's threads
Suspended in an unknown hemisphere
Of eternity, a pure innocence
Where billion meteors , stars evanesce. I feel
Its rivers and heat blending as one drift,
numberless upon the ladder of creation...
Like a pilgrim of life breaking a thrilled stun,
As the grandeur of matter and blue fire
Ignites dawn's birthing , twilight's falling;
That each motion of a planet knows its pull
Before whirling amidst heaven's ray . I pause...
The god-child in me sees all brethren worlds
Allowing a force to bind with a holy order
That assigns each ringlet its fluid continuity.
I pause...moved by a galaxy that circles
From a flight roaming to greet my breath
Through seasons' journey , knowing my soul
finds its comfort beyond earth’s frontiers.
Kim Morrison's Soulful Words
by nette onclaud
The People will not forget me my convictions aren't uncharacteristic of me
sympathy will be victorious and comfort me through my demise a requiem mass
will welcome my day of death. Yes the suffering and turmoil the aggression and
genocide I imply was righteous by design, so with in confinement my blemished
rule seen as cruel but my supremacy as an infallible leader was instrumental in
the conquering of my people. This my formal brethren may label me a tyrant and
with out warrant denounce my doctrine as systematic murder but I see
glorification under heavy revolutionary sedation. My imperial voyage was historic
and the liquidation of the inferior folk was so incomprehensible that no one
spoke of it, in judgement I will be martyred as a ruler of profound sectarian
ideology this title will never evade me.You tend to forget my exquisite and
prominent authoritarian kingdom gave you power and now in my final hour I
stand a once unshakeable man in mercy of you. Gentlemen as I step down may
the ground erupt with the foot steps of loyal jackboots that march to the beat of
my unique drum, may the culmination of my greatness and building of a proud
civilization fall to decadence. Now bring me death into the hands of evil as angels
wept.
You've made the public tag Islam, a religion of fanatics
Just because of your attitudes, people see sunnis as extremists
Why making it difficult for others to abide by Islamic ethics?
Brother,
The fact that you use those short length trousers
shouldn't make you ignore and disrespect others
Be real and relate with good characters,
may be through these, they will surely ponder.
Sister,
The length of your beautiful hijaab
doesn't rate you with the highest eeman,
seek more knowledge to ascertain the lessons behind using that pretty khimaar.
Soft words with hikmah are enough to correct your sisters
Teach them the ethics of a good zawjah and as well a righteous believer
For you help to rehabiltate ummah and avoid shaytan the deceiver.
Muzlims that pretends to be Muslims are no doubt, being atypical.
Be a Muslim and a Mu'min by not being hypocritical
For Allah rewards every deed, but its sometimes metaphysical.
In fields of country wheat,
from the corner of my eye,
In amber grains discrete,
a Coyote stood chest high.
Nostrils flared,
with eyes in constant search,
Horizons scanning,
poised to quickly lurch.
Collar bristled in the wind,
he quickly turned away,
A scent of prey he’d just inhaled,
lured him to the fray.
And as he swiftly disappeared
to meet his destiny,
I turned to meet my own again,
now filled with jealousy.
There is a call he answers
that I feel inside of me
Amidst a lack of freedom
I have known.
Commitment, obligation,
and responsibility,
The life, I feel, that’s chosen me;
the one which I now own.
But we each knew
for just an instant,
as he took his flight,
we both would howl,
for different reasons,
at the moon tonight.
A ribbon of peace made of red, white and blue
Had fallen to earth on a breeze
With hopes that someone would take and hold true
The values so needed for peace
Alive in the colors, representation of man
The struggles in life so endured
All sewn together in one tight fine weave
Offering to all, peace assured
Laughing more than necessary
And beginning from Beginning,
Jane about Joan and accessory:
"She'd looked like one a game winning,
Her blouse ungodly and real scary;
To even far - off eyes lots meaning,
Warden to reject stories fairy:
Breasts like ones a new baby weaning,
Still, a nose ring but bare back
And as she walked oft looked back...
"Are these what you might show Brethren;
And not win fires of cauldron?"
Devoted Christian De half Nude;
If she stayed back at home not good
But ushered into the fold a feud
Fold would be lucky if it withstood...
Its a tongue with ring for the Hymn
And a Joan sure it's good for Him.
I thank God daily for those in my corner, which help me in God keeps me from falling. I thank the Father for the Brethren and the Sisterhood, Elohim blessed children Helpers one to another AMEN
5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Speak tongues of men or angels
Making sense or noise
Gifts speak to God all my brethren
Do I love?
So we do love is patient, love is kind
No envying
No delight in evil rejoice in truth
Faith hope love
Gifts speak to God all my brethren
Love is the greater
My follow
Love as such we’re desired deserving spirits
Gifts speak to God all my brethren
My people for the Glory of Our Father God
6/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
A tempest rare
Celebration here
Rejoice all
Humanity these are
The sacrifices that please
Our God do good and share
To those who are in need
Please
Help your fellow brethren
Do good and share
For those that are in need
For these are the sacrifices that please
These are the sacrifices that please God
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Hebrews 13:16