Best Clothed Poems
I am a creature like others, taking for granted each breath,
making mistakes, some no amount of contrition can erase
which makes my faults no less dismal than death.
Unless by the mercy of my Creator, I am to be forgiven.
Perhaps I can best define myself as God's spark as a poet.
I am a wanderer when I write of where I've been
and in tales of woe when long ago I buried myself in sin.
I am on display revealing why I lost my wings in dreams
and why I've wept for love that faded like moon beams.
There's a timeless spiritual energy in penning such things.
I am the voice of my heart, embracing its inner goodness,
allowing it to heal through bleeding when it suffers,
and to beat like timpani drums with happiness.
Within me, poetry denies bearing a name.
It's akin to having unquestionable faith in God,
knowing His words have the power to soothe my soul.
His blessing is ever a righteous honor that I would laud.
I am the wielder of a pen. Poems die at my hands,
eyes cry for Sonnets, and every abandoned verse.
Guilt, the emotion flowing inside of me, and...
the way I feel when I fall asleep before ending a prayer.
There are parts of my flawed humanity that need repair
and the reason I fear He will not forgive my trespasses.
Do the words I toss away feel as imperfect
as I think I am in my Father's eyes?
I am the Shrew, untamed, the one who bore witness
to the sun's heartache for loving the moon.
I compose words in a magical language that tell
that life can be lived eternally in lines of script
instead of being thrown into the infernal pit of hell
or decaying in a sepulcher crypt.
I am a sword, fighting battles that should've never been.
What worth are spoils to victors if none are left standing?
With my pen I am a crack in the mirror of vanity,
or perhaps the vein of insanity that I try to keep hidden.
I am hope, trying to break the thread of reality.
I am me, trying to transcend space and time in poetry.
Feed me ink and I will write. Give me parchment and
I will fill sheafs with what emanates from inside of me
for I am a poet of love and light and poetry is my clothing.
But know that without poetry I will be found loathing.
If it's taken away from me, then bare naked I will be.
LET THOSE WHO PROMOTE DISCORE WHO PROMOTE THEMSEVES AT MY EXPENSE BE CLOTHED WITH SHAME AND DISGRACE
O’ that mine enemies cry, for my downfall
Sorely they so soul cries out to me down-fall
My Father does, do not let them gloat over me
My Father doesn’t let them think “Aha”
O’ so they think that they’ve gotten O’ver me
Do not let them gloat over me
Or think, “Aha, just what we wanted!”
Do not let them say, “We have swallowed him up.”
I walk robust, I rise up I am taller than flowers (butter-cup)
Let those who gloat over my downfall
Be thoroughly put to shame and confused.
Abba Selah I confess O’ that I’m blessed
Abba Father I confess O’Lord I’m-I am so bless
O’ that mine enemies cry, for my downfall
Sorely they so soul cries out to me down-fall
My Father does, do not let them gloat over me
My Father doesn’t let them think “Aha”
O’ so they think that they’ve gotten O’ver me
Let those who promote themselves at my expense
Be so clothed with shame and disgrace.
Let those who are happy when I am declared innocent
Joyfully sing and rejoice Hallelujah Holy Glory Amen
Let them continually say, “The LORD is great.
He is happy when his servant has peace.”
Joyfully sing and rejoice Hallelujah Holy Glory Amen
Screams shouts of the covering
My Father so covers me all around
Over and under He covers me
Then my tongue will tell about your righteousness,
O Father I so praise your praise all day
Joyfully sing and rejoice Hallelujah Holy Glory Amen
2/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
The person inside who you love and care for
You knowingly take it all
The good and sometimes the bad
My past, present and future
Something I never had
And all along did I ever believe someone would find my childhood memories cute?
Giving your body away to someone is simple; done every day
Without a name exchanged
But money given- we are knowingly ruled by cash
A cheating husband to the wife at home..
Wondering again what she's done wrong
Every human so corrupt, and yet
Somehow I still feel naked as I speak
But you look at me and smile, I can tell
It’s too genuine and I’m not used to this
I’m being vulnerable, but this
The silliest things it seems
Bring the feeling on, but
There’s a reason behind everything
Every feeling, every word spoken
A story behind the scarred wrist
Or the lonliness and sadness
Which brought on every tear that will ever exist
All I know is this:
When I’m alone with myself
it’s only you that I miss
I have decided to stop breaking my bones, trying to fit into places I don't belong.
My feet is too sore to walk onto broken glasses from the rocks that you threw.
My hair is to sensitive, to time and time again comb it with a thorn brush.
My voice is gone from screaming , I'm too tired to compete with other pussys for you.
I'm too raw to be eaten by you, my taste can not be controlled by your immature tongue . My aroma upsets your aura, so much that you can't focus or understand why I am so intense. It troubles you to not fully know me, you have not discovered how to use your third eye to see my beauty. I'm a mystery , a hard rock, a sort of fruit that only grows in the mist of a magical forest.
Oh Winnie the Pooh
Why don’t you wear shoes?
Don’t your soft yellow paws hurt?
Do they get covered in dirt?
I myself wear clogs
As they help me to jog.
While wearing my boots and red britches
And I can jump all around and over ditches
Whereas I know you will slowly pad along
Before you stumble over a log
My dear, dear Pooh
Why don’t you wear shoes?
24 January 2013 – Zach Chan
Form:
Watching her black as white kitty lioness prowling amongst life's trees....
Lean is she abandoned perhaps les miserables ? Inspired by yesterday's meal
A live kill his unknowing squirrel and babies whom wait on love's, merciful plate ?
Post zombie's apocalyptic world; rushing to beat their midnight toll in poignant they
Cursed the branches void, of light ? Critical acclaim bows and ties a cannibal's dreams
His pagan's guise; dressed these robes her market's place open graves where children cry..
Your covered bridge there cross the blind ? In trails be tears their own shall find; a fool's gold.
Form:
- - Through love
exhale and breathe, life within the depth of me- ( I am ) held in nature alone
clothed in evergreen,
unity and beauty being shone,
Through love - -
_____
~ Simplicity ~
Just a little scribble from the heart
Ah, Love,
you come;
all confusion suddenly grows calm,
and all I thought within me dead
arises with new life.
I am enraptured,
surrounded by your divine presence;
eternity seems hushed and still,
and time and space suspended
before thy probing rays.
I cleanse my soul
in your absolving stream,
and I grow aware beneath
your penetrating light.
I am known--
and Love will during me into knowing
both myself and you.
I cast away all caution;
I abandon my soul
to your gentle wooing,
stripped of all pretension.
My naked spirit
goes laughing before you,
for to be known
is to be
fully clothed.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
Please close your eyes, not fully clothed right now
Well I'm wearing a smile from my bum to my brow
Above that have a hat
Quite fancy at that
With bells that ring out if I'm wearing a scowl
How brightly she glows all clothed in winter
As Springtime opens its limbs to hold her
It flourishes with life yet it is blind
To the gray of her face and the white on her shoulder
It cannot see the absence of green
In her tiny, pale, trembling frame
Still the sun smiles down so she lies on the ground
Willing her winter away
In the warmth she lingers and runs through her fingers
Blades of the grass and she ponders: Why, though tender
The heat of the Spring, though loving, though green
Does little to thaw or mend her
There she lies until agonized she cries
Her fingers burn, the fiery grass sears them
She desperately screams pleas for help to the Spring
But the Spring does nothing, for it cannot hear them
She fades away but the pain stays aflame
The gray of her face burnt blacker than cinder
The ashes she leaves cover the trees
Turning the Springtime white as winter
And the Spring now weeps and shrivels its leaves
It hardens and slowly grows colder
It mourns and swells and wishes like hell
That it had seen the white on her shoulder.
in to the forever one finds the cure for the hurt , a plain of conscience , may be a dream , or the thought of the day , unlock it , or into the forever it will stay,
who is the i in me , does any one ever fathom this quaint reality , in a mirror do you see me i or you , will the answer be enough , may be no answer is enough, and so the truth tells lies , and the lies tell truths
in a dark place shadows will be your friends , in the light of day friends can fade away like the shadows of the night , separation will fuel the honor of friendships, keep the those shadows at bay, there is laughter in that honor, ah good times
one might wish in the dreams they have , nightmares might keep them there , the struggle is not to awaken the plight is which one suits you best , the show will end if the curtain falls , eyes open with applause
love and kindness is caring and wellness , its a matter of heart , its a matter of desire , love is platonic, love is romance , in the scheme of life poetic passion , will partner you , with one true other half
there is a quiet place , it lies inside ones mind , all emotions play there own games and that once quiet place is sullied by the loudness of these games , the battle with in , the solace with in , the enjoyment with in , the whispers of grandeur wins , a happy smile is the final check mate
Clothed in Season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness-
Autumn-Naked in translucent clouding dusk;
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
Your illusionist premises grandeur;
Fallen autumn, calm leaves me;
Brisk equinox clothed in breeze;
Over whelming weathers your view
Spring-Lavender spirit smells your soul;
Misted aire fallen dew;
Season of mist spring may I kiss you;
Midnight comes covers you;
Black clothed in dark;
Still a silken view;
Season change your wardrobe to;
Mist of autumn destitute;
Winter-Now falls winter time briskly shines;
The dew now snow, white you’re wearing;
Falling hanging down to your ankles;
Your illusionist premises grandeur;
Darling beautiful environmental dresses you wear;
Skies/sky-blue and white the color of your hair;
O’ as mine eyes witness…your;
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
Summer-Naked in ablaze in heated glare ;
Smoking people stare it’s so hot skin vapors liken a mirror;
Humid wears you the silken fabrics;
O’ as mine eyes witness…your;
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness”
1/29/20
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“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” Line By John Keats
Stargazing into the unknown
A million sparkles
In a sea of obscurity
Feeling nothing, felt by no one.
Asking for a sign above
A noble comet ablaze
Doth grace my presence
A treasure from God above
Dew then fell, upon my locks below
Had it been a dream, in lofty thoughts
Awoke with a treasure chest in bosom
Clothed in the cloudy morn.
holding tight close
clothed in intimacy
two hearts in the same wave length
beat and pool as one
there in romantic devotion
there in frenzy-ecstatic inspiration
they rapture in response to the cupid stings
charms open into winning ways
two minds fused into one
her touch,
warm and soothing
his talk ,
gentle and tender
worthy closeness, worthy beautiful
embers spark
the sky of love smile stirring warm feelings
fervor
ardor,enthusiasm, passion, ecstasy
the globe is left but to root round
Mesmerising every soul, as a milk-white opal
Opening its crooked jaw, showing the void within
Birthed from fire and lust, in the bitter waters
Yet, by its breath, it filters pale light from darkness
Demon from the abyss, now clothed in angelic white
Imprinted with hieroglyphics and astral signs
Concealed by the fathomless waves from every eye
Killing every pearly soul, binding every star
Inspired by the sperm whale from the famous book Moby-Dick (whom the book is named after), and the sea giant from Manichaean cosmology.