Best Gatherings Poems
Mum doesn't do
Family gatherings anymore,
Weddings,christenings and the like,
She's rather go for a walk
Or a ride on her bike.
They always seem
To bring out her worst,
Make her curse
About to burst.
She'd give her own funeral
A miss if she could,
A close call,
But then given a chance
Wouldn't we all.
Gatherings
God’s Synchronicity is “Perfect”
Sometimes, we just-
“Get through it!”
My pace is “Seamless”
For me…
November holidays in our country
Serve as fellowships for the ministry
Great gatherings toward revival bliss
Never can joyous worshipful hearts miss.
Midst “All Saints’ Day”* is women’s virtue time
Where Ladies’ conference resounds faith chime
Learning from Scriptures midst trust-propped ventures
Thanking God Who blesses kindness’ gestures.
On the scheduled “All Souls’ Day”** engagement
The men enjoy their soulwinning moment
Sharing the Gospel of Christ, marked by love
Granting peace and grace from Father above.
"Bonifacio Day"*** celebrates valor
Midst unity sans selfishness-pallor
Thus, church sportsfest presents good teamwork's zest
Blest well with camaraderie that's best.
Then as November birthday greetings flow
Thanksgiving along cheers of praises glow
Around prayer partnerships tied by care
While brethren gather for blessings to share.
*November 1; **November 2; ***November 30
****Ephesians 5:20 Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
November 24, 2022
The Gathering
Brought together.
Late summer along the North Platte
At the wandering river bed flanked by cottonwoods.
They have been drawn, emptying out their small town for the celebration to come.
Driving in Packard’s, Ford Coupes, and old dented red Chevrolet pickups with hay stalks
and a pitch fork scattered in the bed.
Hot, steamy hot; hot enough to hear the corn grow in the silence of crickets and cicadas.
Women in their finery-hats, long cotton dresses, rolled stocking tops,
Tight uncomfortable church going shoes.
Talk about home and children and prices and school year to come, dreams.
Men leaning against the back drop cars.
Coats shed in the heat, braces hold the cotton trousers up to the shirts
Now stained with the sweat marks under their arms.
Well used hands with blunt fingers from the farm work and
Forearms from milking.
Talk of summer ball, American Caesar and the faraway places called Chosin and Korea.
Wooden hampers filled with cold chicken, home canned pickles, tomatoes and beans, deviled eggs,
Potato salad, iced tea in gallons, melting fresh churned ice cream.
Day runs over, complete for the celebration of joining two to make one
Forever, or at least until the end of their time.
Joyous holidays, wondrous indeed
Family reunions of loving bliss
Meeting together gladly as agreed
Every member promised never to miss~~~
Now, each heart reaches for dear Brod and Sis.
Though our scheduled fellowship is virtual
Warmth of Christian spirit does brightly glow
Caring hugs felt with God’s grace so actual
While blessings to share continually flow~~~
Making us thankful* midst pandemic blow.
1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
December 17, 2021
Edited on January 20, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1058)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/24/2022.
Crisis spills totally spoils
Comely bombarded ill toils
Consecrated gatherings
Covered social lathering
12/16/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I've posted a piece that's longer than the poetry section allows.
In the "Short Story" section.
I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and force it to fit in the poems section - but that length seems arbitrary *shrug*
Here's the URL:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/travel_week_10509
If you bother, I hope you like it!
The sun is illustrated in pastel hues
washed in a watery light
Mild is the air in my mouth
Standing at the roadside
of a flock of honking family vehicles
I wonder if they are going to church
or leaving church
It's Sunday morning
in the burb's and naturally
God has His hands full
I go visit a little pond
where frogs sing their
creaking love-woos
to lure green lovers
up from the muddy bottom
For a meditative moment
we join in prayer
gatherings in nuances
aching pain in numbnes
once open in window
as dream in one piece
in louder styles accustom
alerts colour sounding high note
in between winds hope still crisp
inmortal wave as making one piece
WHEN SOULS GATHER FOR THE SOUL PURPOSE OF UNION, A BEAUTIFUL THING
HAPPENS. LIFE AS WE KNOW IT BEGINS TO CHANGE FORM AND OUR MINDS
FINALLY GIVE US PERMISSION TO GROW WINGS AND FLY. (breathe)
LIKE A BIRD WHO IS STARTING TO UNDERSTAND THE PURPOSE OF SOARING
AND WHY GOD CREATED THE HEAVENS, WE TOO LEAVE OUR SAFE EARTHLY
BODIES AND MAKE AN ATTEMPT TO CLIMB INTO HIGHER GROUND. (breathe)
WHEN SOULS GATHER TOGETHER TO UNIFY THE LIGHT THAT SHINES WITHIN,
A WONDERFUL THING HAPPENS. WE BECOME LIKE A BUTTERFLY WINGING
TOWARDS THE STAIRCASE OF PLANETARY ASSENSION. WE LEARN TO
LIVE WITH VIBRANCY AND LOVE. (breathe)
WHAT IS THIS NEW ENERGY THAT WE HAVE FOUND ? WE ASK OURSELVES.
THE ANSWER IS SIMPLE. IT IS THE ZEST OF A SOUL THAT HAS BECOME
ENAMOURED WITH THE IDEA OF SOUL UNION . MYSTICISM BECOMES
SIIMPLIFIED AND AS WE DISCOVER THE MYSTERY OF LIFE ITSELF.
(breathe)
WHEN SOULS GATHER FOR THE SOUL PURPOSE OF UNION, A BEAUTIFUL
THING HAPPENS. LIFE BEGINS ANEW, AND THE MOST AMAZING PART
IS THIS is, IT ALL BEGINS WITH YOU. (breathe)
NAMASTE
Laughter of children and the dull clatter of small feet on aged wood. The congestion of men's voices with talk of crops, rain, and "remembering when". The faintly drowned out sound of a stray hand unafraid to tickle long unused ivory. There, the aroma of well-planned dishes lay in wait to ambush and overwhelm the senses of those who will partake. The pride of a husband as his wife is washed in praise for her contribution. A communion of kind souls, the fellowship of close neighbors and friends. A vision carried on from a not-so-distant past. Where one could marvel at the magic of a fond smile and find comfort in a firm handshake that wordlessly informs, "you are a welcome sight".
Circumstances gatherings
Porcelain entrappings
Mr. and Mrs Johns
Keep forgetting to turn their praise on
Photosonic devastating
Oh! But I just keep perpetuating
While those denisions keep on arriving
More to this
This and more
I am surviving
Circumstantial gatherings
Keep the people laughing
2/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020