Best Ls Poems
From the time of Pentecost to now;
People have formed many denominations.
Searching for truths that are sound doctrine;
Denominations were formed due to dissensions.
God is the Father. God is the Son. And God is
The Holy Spirit Where the Father is not the
Son nor the Holy Spirit. The Son is not the
Father nor the Holy Spirit And the Holy
Spirit is not the Father nor the Son.
The unity of God in three persons,
Known as The Hoty Trinity;
God is calling us ls himself to be in perfect unity.
Shema: Hear O Israel for God is one.
Christ as the head of The Spiritual Church;
True Christians worship in Spirit and Truth.
God teaches us through the HoIy Bible;
Love builds the body of Christ, The Holy
Spirit-filled Christians, to become Holy
And perfect pleasing to God.
All alone,
In this world;
Is there no one here,
for me Lord;
ls there anyone?
Who can show me love?
Sitting here in a hue?
Pictured blued;
Sadden, and broken
Hearten-departed
My bitter mouth
Speaks tarts
of...
My body maybe just one physically alone
Yet my spirit speaks to my heart
That God has got me and if He's has me then I am, I am got;
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
And my hope is maybe there will be just one love for me;
All I need is just one love
One love for me
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
Yes, I am alone,
And yet I am held;
By the arms and hand of the Great I AM,
for me Lord;
ls there anyone?
Who can show me love along with you?
Sitting here in a hue?
Pictured blued;
Sadden, and broken
Hearten-departed
My bitter mouth
Speaks tarts
of...
My body maybe just one physically alone
Yet my spirit speaks to my heart
That God has got me and if He's has me then I am, I am got;
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
And my hope is maybe there will be just one love for me;
All I need is just one love
One love for me
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
So until this meeting comes true and after too
My hope is maybe there'll be just one love for me;
11/8/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
If my tears were a river
Would they flow to the sun?
Would they laugh, would they chatter
And before its course run,
Would they open to an ocean
Holding childhood dreams?
And in the tides of that ocean
Could they bring back what’s been?
If my sorrows were a rainbow,
Would they bright my gray skies
Across a ceiling of blue,
Lifting hearts ever high?
And give light to the pilgrim,
Give cure to the frail,
And to the families of homeless;
Warm bed and a meal.
To my ears sing a song,
Sing it out far and near,
That division and greed
Shall no longer be feared.
With a chorus of freedom
Ringing all thru the land,
Where all who can reach out
Will offer their hand.
Time tells us tales
How these tyrants are doomed.
Dear brothers, dear sisters,
It can not come too soon!
We search for the dawning
Of that glorious morn,
When hands of the Lord
Will repair what's been torn.
When the children can laugh,
When women no longer hide.
When men can stand tall
And with face to the sky.
This war will be ended
With a treaty of love.
Where all will surrender
To the Glory above.
This is actually a song I have put to this public domain tune: youtu.be/UPS28ijF-ls Also try "Farewell Angelina" by Joan Baez for inspiration.
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for George
"You always said you had little invisible friends,"
He wrote in a Christmas card one year, and Yes,
funny he would remember that. I called them Shovel,
Hoe, and BicaBacaBoca, all of indeterminate gender,
like Arial in "A Midsummer Night's Dream," beautiful
like that, and mysterious. Like the Bard, I now
consign them to the page. Reborn again.
My Navy hero, he sent us letters in brown V-
Mail folders, wartime paper and postage efficient,
and in one for our pianist stepmom, the lyrics
and music to "Lili Marlene." As for pin-ups,
he never owned up to Betty Grable's fabled legs,
her teasing over-the-shoulder glance, aimed toward
GI's everywhere, though there was the obligatory
tattoo he could never erase after sailor days, bluing
like Popeye's down the inside of his right arm.
Pacific time brought reward, some misfortune:
a bout with tuberculosis in Bizarte, Tunisia:
a year of recovery in a Naval hospital at home,
painting by the numbers, waiting out the time.
But, there was a hero's commendation from his
commanding officer for "aid in evacuation
of the wounded, and bringing the vessel into
port after torpedoing."
The ship, LST-3, earned two battle stars
for World War II service. Decommissioned
and struck from the Naval Register, it was sold
for scrapping, 10 September, 1947 - the year
I graduated from high school.
He was not sold for scrap metal, nor sustained
any. He came home to his sweetheart, and his kid
sister -- you know the one. That's her in a middle
row of the Ritz movie house, the one crying
while "Anchors Aweigh" plays after the War Bonds
trailer to the image of a warship, plunging
valiantly on a faraway sea
Nothing is found, except
it is hidden,
Nothing is hidden, except
it is a secret;
Nothing is a secret except
it is a treasure.
Beloved,
you are a secret treasure
hidden to be found.
Indeed,
you are a goddess of
beauty.
When l behold your eyes l
see love,
l see us in you.
When l weighed your
mind, l found courage,
when you smile my heart
smiles.
When you speak the
burdens of my heart are
lifted up.
In my dreams is you that l
see,
ln my nostrils is you that l
breath,
ln my heart is you that
braves me,
ln my visions is you that l
picture,
ls you that l capture.
When l first saw you,
l met a stranger.
As l talked with you,
l discovered a divine
embodiment with
character and charisma.
As l thought of you,
l discovered my friend.
As l came closer,
l discovered my missing
rib.
As l walked with you,
l found my wife.
When l gazed at your
beauty,
a spell of love gripped me.
I felt a sigh of relief in my
heart.
You have l loved and you
will l love.
Loving you means so
much to me,
beholding your
immaculate beauty
beautifies the glory of
our future.
My tears and fears is to
lose you.
I am perfected in your
love,
you are the tender spirit
of my heart,
the one that softens my
heart;
your love have stolen my
heart away.
I've never been so much
in love,
not until l met you.
Losing you means loss of
countless memories to
me,
ln loving you have l
understood the worth of
true and genuine love.
My soul bleed for the
moment of our union as
one.
I long for the moment
when we shall cleave
together as birds in the
sky,
singing the songs of love
together as one,
shearing in an everlasting
happiness.
Then shall l tell you how
much you mean to me,
how effective your spell
of love have gripped me.
We're not only humanly
designed for each other,
we're divinely designed
from each other.
My love for you is forever
Got a plop in my fizz
And a tiger in my tank
Impossible is nothing
(That’s why Titanic sank)
Got milk? Just do it.
Wash your troubles down the drain
Tastes so good
Cats ask for it by name
Eat fresh. I’m lovin’ it.
It’s finger-lickin’ good
If you won’t eat it
We all know Mikey would
Once you pop you can’t stop
Make the most of now
“Eat Mor Chikin”
(Written by a rebel cow)
Every bubble’s passed its fizzical
Let’s get quizzical
Nothin’ says lovin’
Like something from the oven
Snap! Crackle! Pop!
They’re Gr-r-r-reat!
Just like a good neighbor
In good hands with Allstate
Look, Ma, no cavities!
Think outside the bun
Save money. Live better.
Consider IT done
Melts in your mouth
Not in your hands
(Life’s what happens
While you’re making other plans)
American by birth.
Rebel by choice.
Hello Moto
His masters voice
Maybe she’s born with it
Have it your way
A diamond is forever
Every kiss begins with Kay
You've come a long way baby
Be all that you can be
A Little dab'll do ya
With L.S./M.F.T.
Own a piece of the rock
Where do you want to go today?
We make money
The old-fashioned way…
When you care enough
To send the very best
Oh, what a feeling!
Come be our guest!
Live in your world.
Play in ours.
Get N or get out
For the love of cars
You can’t top the copper top
Easy as Dell
He keeps going and going…
Go further with Shell
When there is no tomorrow
Bo knows best
Think small. Make believe.
Makes quitting suck less
Stronger than dirt
How do you spell relief?
Success. It’s a mind game.
Defying all belief
Challenge everything
Share moments. Share life.
Because you’re worth it
Save a life. Love your wife.
Another man's wife
Why would you want to take a wife of another?
Destroy the world that they built and share together
Whilst there is plenty of fish in the sea
What would have possessed you Son?
Explain to me i need to understand
Stealing from a man's hand
A treasure so protected.
A dream he never wants to share with anyone
Consciously taking away his pride
Ripping him apart from his joy
The love of his life
Son! Make me understand because I don’t understand
How you find the strength to convince another's better part to be yours is a mystery to me.
Explain! Because this is a riddle
I wish to understand
What would have possessed you?
Sit down son,
Let’s have a talk
Let’s share your hidden thoughts
Make me understand
Please do
I want to know what drives you to the bed of married woman
What spirit would have possessed you? You call that love?
ls it love or a game of lust, filled with privileges and no responsibilities.
Son! This game always ends with a knife at your throat
Stay away
Written by Tawona Mzila Ranganawa
Tony Ls DREAMS
great confusion of a poem,
of the tortoise and the gnome,
and i love the rabid flow,
and now i'm going home,
with introspection blown,
my derilection. LOVE IT MATE
Russell...
Ah the booze will get you down,
hangover bouncing round,
till your skull it rattles with the thunder,
your head smacks the ground,
the world goes round an round,
and that's why i'm here in the sweetest down under:)
A new full blown addiction
ls now what l possess
Which has entirely captured my body and soul
Its intense hold…. mere words cannot express
Five months now since it started
Yet it is completely out of control
It is all l can think about
Embedded eternally in my soul
This desire and longing is unbearable
The deep need for it is above all other
I must get my fix come what may
If not …what desperate measures it may uncover?
I believe my addiction is with me forever
For my life ,its entirety and no shorter
I must confess that my addiction is
My beautiful five month old granddaughter!!
Sweet flux of rippling stream’s dulcet strain
stunning mythic creeks dream haze
stone amulets graze mohs
scale of gold rush hardness
svelte limb pink bouquet clouds
span azure blue awning’so heavenly cascade
sedge-warbler skims grass shoots
springtime speeds snowdrop surge
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Can I declare a duty poetic,
orating of a love alphabetic?
No honorable intentions,
free-venting my notions…
Escapes in a mere write,
reshaping joys, or spite…
Echoing wordy sashays,
nuances, and mind play…
Calculating mythomania,
elevates to an egomania!
Cast the grandiose delusions aside
Artistry is where pretensions abide…
Like words full of farce,
levitate beautiful scars!
(10/12/2020: '05 Crownline 236 LS, Folsom)
Just a normal looking laid back guy
No caution heard no Hazard signs
i'm just passing by
Our eyes meet
In that instant my heart skips a beat
The world around escapes, leaving us this framed exchange
Two people drawn in close, yet estranged
The magnitude behind that stare
Time has marked a place right here
ls this mutual ? a spark so passionate
Pulling us like a magnet
The Sheer force, a path for lust
a closer look a hunter’s thirst
More than the everyday juncture
I bargain with seduction, for a promise to deliver
the beauty in those eyes, step into me from afar
Pulling me in closer, close enough to declare
Real pleasure and pain
I catch the quick Connection, next stop obsession
I will not betray, feeding the momentum
An overwhelming assault like intoxication
A closer look, the impetuous invitation
No words Spoken here, all lie in surrender
The thrill of his skin, hot against mine
Skin on skin as bodies intertwine
A thousand nerves rushing to points hidden
Here I can not keep up with the surge that has risen
Again it climbs to a great height
And falls away with spite, claiming repetition
tight holds and harder kisses commit us to sensation
open to melt and mold for pure possession
No more beginnings, no more ends
Desire demands and will not bend
It pushes my pulse and sets my thoughts on fire
I am no longer in control the flames aspire
One more time ……
I want to Scream … one more time
Keep this moment holding me sublime
Look into my eyes, one last time
With a hunger and strength to carry
desire calls me, provoking the extraordinary
As a call in the wild leading me astray
gone free with a shooting star’s reentry
Our eyes turn away and no longer see
I’m just passing by incidentally
Just a normal looking laid back guy
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
Pity the F$$l
who tried to double cross him
Not a smart move
trying to take a piece of his action
Got a bag of gangster tools,
when you gotta do some silent work in the night
Let ‘em know just who rules;
chase all of the usurpers, put ‘em in fear flight
Pity the F$$l
who tried to put their hands on his money
Put too much trust in their ruse,
and now they’re gonna pay a steep, heavy price
Misplaced loyalty got bound and abused;
sink another soul underwater,
send ‘em to F$$l’s paradise
Pity the F$$l
He might have had a snowball chance in hell,
if he had maybe begged nice ...
if he had maybe be$$ed extra nice
Maybe he woulda got spared
from getting the bullet
in the back of the head twice
F$$ls always pay the muddy bottom price
ls he lame who struggles,
stutters, stammers to be understood?
who challenges all-comers
with a strength beyond his means
to get ahead, all for the greater good?
stronger by far than you or I.
No door opens by itself...
ls a must have the key.
or ring the bell
unless you have
the magic words...!
Open up Sesame !
hocus -pocus !