Best Come Into Poems
For Brother Jacob, our fellow poet,
who lives his life
real and true to the call of God:
COME INTO MY HOUSE LORD
Come into my house Lord.
Anoint my house with peace.
Adorn it with jewels of love.
May laughter ring from its walls.
Bring children that call -
that call upon the name
of the living God.
Break the tablets of sin.
Resurrect those ears and chins.
May light flow back into young eyes.
Let them not sleep with unholy light.
May their conversation be
holy and hopeful.
May it spread
like a passionate fire until the end,
for these children are yours;
raised for such a time as this.
Lord, let parents and grandparents
rest on your word, like a comfy-soft pillow.
May they primp and fluff the word of God,
reviving it, making it fresh
for those little ears
and teenagers
and young adults.
Come into my house, Lord.
Let your footsteps be found.
Let every room be blessed
with your oil of gladness.
Overflowing…overflowing -
flood of goodness, your lovingkindness.
Break the habit of sin.
Throw it into the pit.
Raise your arms.
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Blessings that can’t be contained.
They far outweigh the gods of yesterday.
9/7/2021
"Oh Lord hear our prayer. Oh Lord hear our prayer. When we call answer us. Oh Lord hear our prayer. Oh Lord hear our prayer. Come and listen to us." Jesus remember me when you come into your kingdom. Jesus remember me when you come into into your kingdom."
"The joy of the Lord is my strength. The joy of the Lord is my strength. You give me living water so I thirst no more. You give me living water so I thirst no more. The joy of the Lord is my strength."
"If we confess our sins he is faithful and Just to forgive us our sins. Even to them who believe in his name." 1st John 1:9. "For God so loved the world, he gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16
The Lord shall hear our prayers and hearken unto the desperate pleas of his children. In times of sorrow and distress. Those of us who put our faith and trust by dedicating our lives and our gifts. To proclaim the glory, wisdom and might of the Most Holy God who will reign forever and forever more.
"Resist the devil and he shall flee from you." The effectual prayer of either a righteous man or woman really does avails much. Keep balance and faith in your faith, in you thoughts words minds and deeds.
"God will take care of you through every day through every way. God will take care of you. God will take care of you."
"Turn your eyes upon Jesus look full in his wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of his glory and grace."
"Confess our sins and leave them far behind us. Turn far away from them. For the kingdom of God is at hand. Repent, repent and repent for the kingdom of God is at hand." Each in your own words and each in your own way. Ask the Lord to teach you how to pray, the way he taught his disciples. In the four gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 22-23, 2020
It never is too late to start
Pursuing what you dream.
Listen closely to your heart...
Allow your mind to stream.
Do not let status or age
Instill crisis within you.
Successfully turning the page?
Only if you decide to.
All of us when we are younger
Wish that we could be
A certain someone - this, we hunger
For innocently.
Many of us follow through,
Becoming with ambition.
Life goes on for others who
Do not reach such fruition.
Time, effort, determination...
All of which are needed
Concerning a qualification
Being earned - succeeded.
When it comes to a career
And all of its deployments,
Necessary to hold near...
Your passions and enjoyments.
Caught up in our daily lives...
Succumbing to routine.
Suppression of ambitious thrives
Which go unheard, unseen.
Commonly, what was desired
Is lost or forgotten.
Their fruits from a tree inspired...
Now, fallen and rotten.
At any given time, this tree
Can produce and provide
More fruits, of which you are free
To choose in your decide.
Will you come into your own...
Take up what makes you clever?
To say the least, this much is known...
Better late than never.
I am the light now come into the world.
Whoever follows keeps me in his sight,
Thus has the light that shines, the life within;
The darkness does not overcome the light.
Whoever comes will hunger nevermore;
This manna's sweetened with a bit of leaven.
For whoever believes shall never thirst;
I am the bread of life come down from heaven.
Your much-loved father, Abraham, rejoiced,
Was glad to know that he would see my day,
For before Abraham was, yet I am:
Eternal, ageless, same as yesterday.
No one comes to the Father but through me;
I am the way, the truth, the life of men.
If you had known me, you would know him too;
And now you know and also have seen him.
I am the door; I am the narrow gate,
And those who enter find a pasture fair.
The thief just comes to steal, destroy, and kill;
I came for life abundant and to spare!
I am the shepherd who lays down his life,
Unlike the hired hand, these lambs, my own.
I know the wolf has come to scatter them;
To find the lost, I'll leave no unturned stone.
I know my own; my own also know me,
And sheep not of this fold likewise, my voice.
The Father knows I'd die to save his sheep;
I lay my life down, take it up by choice.
My Father dresses; I am the true vine.
Abide in me; apart, all growth will cease.
He takes away the ones that will not bloom;
Fruit-bearing branches, prunes, so they increase.
I am the resurrection and the life;
He who believes in me, although he dies,
Again shall live, and in abundance now.
Through faith, enjoined with me, the dead shall rise.
The light, the bread, the way, the truth, the life,
The gate, the vine, the shepherd from above:
These give an understanding of the Son,
But most of all, he's God's great gift of love.
Darkness
wickedness, terror
tempting, frightening, hating
enemy, hell, Jesus, Heaven
healing, loving, saving
goodness, peace
Light
Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking.
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps.
I was smitten beyond reason.
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love.
Then the however happened.
However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust
like this one whose idea of loving her went bust
Susan was a mean girl, a Black Widow weaver
she encased him in a silk cocoon...
until her appetite for a meal woke her from peaceful rest
A smile on her face, legs crossed... all eight of them.
Patiently, she waited while giving herself a mani/pedi
Susan sat drooling at the thought of lunch
She decided she better dress for dinner
after all…
her lunch date was just hanging around.
She looked such a temptress
With scarlet lipstick smeared over her face
And perfectly manicured talons
She set to work unwrapping her prey
Ready to nibble him down to the bone
Susan’s prey appeared all debonair with bells on
She could see through his charming but fake façade
He saw her eyes glimmer, her lips red and inviting
She offered him a kiss as she wrapped her eight legs around him
His eyes bulged as she kissed his lips while suffocating him in her web
He begged her to stop as she drank from his mouth,
until he was silenced
The above verses were inspired by a prompt given to poets, Jan, Tania and Lin, by Arlo Parker, who wrote the first verse. We give credit to Arlo for inspiring us to write these verses; a joint venture of Arlo Parker and the mean girls.
Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking.
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps.
I was smitten beyond reason.
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love.
Then the however happened.
However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust
like this one whose idea of loving her went bust
Susan was a mean girl, a Black Widow weaver
she encased him in a silk cocoon...
until her appetite for a meal woke her from peaceful rest
A smile on her face, legs crossed... all eight of them.
Patiently, she waited while giving herself a mani/pedi
Susan sat drooling at the thought of lunch
She decided she better dress for dinner
after all…
her lunch date was just hanging around.
She looked such a temptress
With scarlet lipstick smeared over her face
And perfectly manicured talons
She set to work unwrapping her prey
Ready to nibble him down to the bone
Susan’s prey appeared all debonair with bells on
She could see through his charming but fake façade
He saw her eyes glimmer, her lips red and inviting
She offered him a kiss as she wrapped her eight legs around him
His eyes bulged as she kissed his lips while suffocating him in her web
He begged her to stop as she drank from his mouth,
until he was silenced.
The above verses were inspired by a prompt given to poets, Jan, Tania and Lin, by Arlo Parker, who wrote the first verse. We give credit to Arlo for inspiring us to write these verses; a joint venture of Arlo Parker and the mean girls.
Come into the light
You've been in the dark too long
See, it shines so bright
Its warmth is like a comforting song
Date written and posted: 08/12/2017
Her name was Susan and she was breathtaking.
She could spin a poem into a spider’s web strength and ethereal wisps.
I was smitten beyond reason.
Captured by lust quickly tuning toward love.
Then the however happened.
However, Susan was adept at spinning a gossamer web
Silently, she captured victims blinded with lust
like this one whose idea of loving her went bust
Susan was a mean girl, a Black Widow weaver
she encased him in a silk cocoon...
until her appetite for a meal woke her from peaceful rest
A smile on her face, legs crossed... all eight of them.
Patiently, she waited while giving herself a mani/pedi
Susan sat drooling at the thought of lunch
She decided she better dress for dinner
after all…
her lunch date was just hanging around.
She looked such a temptress
With scarlet lipstick smeared over her face
And perfectly manicured talons
She set to work unwrapping her prey
Ready to nibble him down to the bone
Susan’s prey appeared all debonair with bells on
She could see through his charming but fake façade
He saw her eyes glimmer, her lips red and inviting
She offered him a kiss as she wrapped her eight legs around him
His eyes bulged as she kissed his lips while suffocating him in her web
He begged her to stop as she drank from his mouth,
until he was silenced
The above verses were inspired by a prompt given to poets, Jan, Tania and Lin, by Arlo Parker, who wrote the first verse. We give credit to Arlo for inspiring us to write these verses; a joint venture of Arlo Parker and the mean girls.
come into my room
my african queen
wear that gown that makes you look like queen Nzinga Mbande
do the things that will make me
remember what i read in the books about Cleopatra
as soon as i look into your eyes
the moment you come into my room
your eyes exorcise the demons out of me
you are that milk that was good for my health
as a child growing up
though my mama forced me to take that milk
i reminisce,you are all that i need
to calm my nerves
come into my room
give me that inspiration to write
of my joy and happiness
no more sorrow and sadness
many who read my poems sure know
what it is that i'm talking about
come into my room.
I watched as the little spider hung from a silken thread
Ready to begin construction of its intricate web
With each weave of silk the web slowly took shape
A web from which insects would seldom escape
With its web all completed it took center stage
And waited for an insect to blindly engage
Then a butterfly came fluttering into view
But eluded the web as it skillfully flew
Then came a fly who had no such luck
The spider reeled it in and with a nip and a tuck
Began its soupy feast... .yuck
The spider finished its meal and went back to wait
For another insect to land on his plate
Into his parlour he invites them all
Insects of all sizes, big and small
If any get caught in its silky snare
Eaten they will be, right then and there
Come quietly into my deserted room
Where darkness plays with my grief
Hope lingers like an orphan leaf
Where present lives in the heart of past
Future is cold, numb and overcast;
Come along like a dream to dispel my gloom
Come softly into my deserted room.
Come out in my moonless night
Paint my sky with your eye’s delight
I’m a drudge of my fateful tears
And the result of all the bygone years
Like a fresh morning flower consoles a tomb
Drop over my soul, come into my room.
Obscure joy and ostentation of sorrow
Move away the clouds for cheery morrow
Break the shackles of life and death
Come out from my deepest faith
Turn your eyes into my awaited soul
A memory lane is empty for us to stroll;
Come, hold my hand till the day of doom
And slowly descend into my silent room.
candied rose & violets
in verjuice salet
a dovecote delicacy
wild flower curd tart
olde worlde food art
cider to
Start!
Come unto my heart
Spirit of the living God
Heal me, pick me up from my fall
9/3/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
You have never come into my dreams.
And I have no place to touch down.
I don`t drink spirits, not in the least.
I go mad and speak in a round.
I am a sad bird which has no wings.
Did you lose our love in a hustle?
You will never come into my dreams.
You are like a wind or a sandcastle.