Best Spared Poems
I heard the swooshing sound of wings, then I saw
an intense blinding light that no sun could show:
powerful hands pulled me back to avoid fret...
oh, this miracle prevented me from being hurt!
Some merciful angel spared me from death,
reinforcing the belief that angels really exist;
since adolescence one archangel was sent
to protect me until I'd give up this breath!
Any fallen angel certainly wants me to die,
the one very loyal to God still stands by me;
I can rest assured that I will be very safe in
every darkest place from nightfall to dawn!
The existence of angels deepens this firm belief
that they guard all the good souls from demons
who have brought with them envy, grudge and grief;
o angel, guard me from them, spread those big wings!
Pick: A for Angel
In the hospital,in this bed
I awake in disssmay
..... not wanting to face another day
As i am awaking i look around
but there's not a soul to be found
No one has called
...or bothers to see
and i realize that no one cares about me
I sit alone
is there anyone i can phone
Only silence keeps near
.....the sting of a single tear
What did i do
What did i say
for my life to end up this way
...My mind dosen't understand
nothing makes sense
over whelming sadness becomes so intense
...I tried so hard to do everything right
but no peace of mind seems to be in sight
....I gave love and parts of me
my heart my soul,i gave my all
......tell me why all i do is fall
........if i can't have all i have given and shared
....then let me go,let me be spared....
I cannot name one thing I have done to earn your love.
I cannot even recall a time I did not turn my back on you.
I have disobeyed you by doing things my way.
I went against your word by stealing and judging others.
So what purpose do i serve by being here?
Why has by life been once again undeservingly spared?
The loneliness that grips the heart
of a youth who sleeps outside
is strengthened over Christmastime
when carols call the tide.
Cold of night caress his arms
with fingers hoard by frost
while broken tips of ragged gloves
have long ago been lost.
His clothes have not seen better days
for none so far they've known,
shoes have never borne his feet
which trudge upon bare cobblestone.
The tales he tell of hunger be
and beggars simple feats;
in paper dreams, his only wish
lay wrapped between white sheets.
How soon do we forget the plight
of children on the street;
we celebrate with Xmas trees
while they from pine cones eat.
Everything costs something
Money or your life
Both are essential
Loss of either
Causes strife
Lack of money is a worry
Too much money is as bad
Loss of life causes heartbreak
Making loved ones very sad
Death comes to all of us
It's not a thing to fear
It's only for the interim
Until we meet again
All we hold dear
Money isn't needed
When we draw our last breath
So all our money worries end
When we meet our death
Dust taints scent of rain
the wind wrenches gate ajar
lightning splits the clouds—
grime streaks down marble headstones,
as silver names bleed deep red
bouquets torn and flung
petals smashed into the mud
plastic stems snapped clean
weeds kneel and crawl up to stones
claiming what storm has laid bare
the squalls scour angels
driving grit deep into wings
puddles drown vases
pebbles scatter like lost teeth
pathways get buried in hail
beneath all this rage
the dreamless ones stay silent
beyond the storm's grasp—
no pleas get through weighted soil
moored tight in unyielding peace
storms don't bow to the names in stone
don't hear the prayers carved to atone.
the dead can't rise, the dead can't plead—
the wind takes all, it's wild and unforgiving
the wind takes all, it's wild and unforgiving
~I colored myself Holy if I stand before His Glory
Father leaves His rainbow as a promise
He said he shall not chastise us with water again
But in a blazen fire chard alas only through repentance are we spared~
10/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
I love him
she whispered
and reality shattered
one two three four
i smoked the tablets down
but even in oblivion
i felt the pain
and never cant again
Strength is not born of force
but compassion