Best Wholesome Poems
a lot of so called ladies say us men have dirty minds. maybe these ladies have dirtier minds because they're alway's obsessing about how men do. maybe these so called ladies minds aren't dirty enough! (no, i'm not totally anti feminist). I've met so called good girls with bad hearts and I've met bad girls with good hearts.
When did your heart and soul soar,
And bring you happiness galore,
When did you see your way ahead clear,
Was it amazing and awesome,
So encompassing and wholesome,
What delighted you most,
Was it your help at the charity store,
Which satisfied you to your core,
Or was it that old man
You helped cross the road,
Or the little boy you helped
Find and catch his big toad,
Or maybe it was that freezing night,
That you brought warmth and light,
To the poor under the bridge,
When you got a mighty hug from Midge.
Or perhaps it was that
Heartwarming day,
On the 1st May,
When you gave chocolate eggs,
To all the children in need,
Wearing rags,
With no shoes on their feet.
Do you remember that multiple accident,
On the highway,
Where a number of people did pay,
With their life,
There was many a child,
Some a husband, others a wife,
Died at this horrific scene,
And you wept, for what you could not do.
All were good folk, and came to me.
This, I want you to know,
That from today,
I have saved you
A place dear Anne,
For I am a big fan,
Of people like you,
Of which sadly exist, so few,
For you will help everyone,
And risk your all for anyone.
My healthy diet mainly consists
of fruits, veggies and salads.
MAYBE??? I'm lost
Maybe I'm found
DIRTY I Am
yet that's my vessels solid substance
maybe I'm sound???
laid on the floor
DIRTY
scrutinized and DENIED
yet WHOLESOME
AM I because
I was CREATED to FLOW
I rise I'm more than just the DIRT BENEATH my TOES
my THIGHS, TEARS I CRY those seeds in MIND HEART
Those joys that surface tween my EYES
Angelic visits dreamt revelations
AWAKENINGS
I am more than I AM I AM
I am for certain ROYALTY PRIESTHOOD
I am that I AM and that, that I AM IS God's
I AM that I AM I'm CHOSEN washed and birth and clothed in
The SKIN of the LAMB
Birth reborn cleasned born again in HIM
Who was is slaying on the cross ???
I am found I am not lost
I am !!! CHOSEN!
WASHED! In the blood of the ALL I AM JESUS
HALLELUJAH GLORY HONOR AND EVER PRAISE
HALLELUJAH
HALLELUJAH
HALLELUJAH
AMEN
4/1/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Speaking That Which Is Wholesome and Good…
You must be careful to speak that
which is good and wholesome.
Speaking like this will minister to others..
In a way that will "bless them!"
May the words that are chosen,
be used for edification…
May they be said in a manner
of a Godly dedication!
As you speak… May you minister
grace to the listener.
Brining healing in the words spoken
to your brother and sister!
The words of kindness and love…
May we all freely give it.
And not quench the work
of the Holy Spirit!
As we are sealed by God
on the day of redemption.
We’re called to be HIS example.
There’s no exemption!
May all bitterness, wrath and anger
immediately diminish.
So our spiritual lives can
be daily replenished!
Be kind toward one another,
gracious and tenderhearted…
So the goodness of God… Through you…
Can be started!
As you forgive other… As Christ has forgiven you…
May we not forget HIS words:
“I LOVE YOU!”
The power and grace of God is
what he’s anxiously revealing.
As you apply HIS words with
a purpose and meaning!
By Jim Pemberton
Read Ephesians 4:29-32
I welcome the prospects
Of a thunderstorm
Watching the tree leaves
As they fight and squabble
In the wind.
I yearn to stand in the rain
Twist my neck
And taste the droplets; tasteless
Tear drops crying
Rapping on my window pane
Deep into the night
“Let us in!”
As I sleep their torture away
Oh, I dream long
Of coffee
Perhaps, a play of sexual pleasure
Before the sun returns, tomorrow
Young children should be seen and not heard
They frighten their elders with their words
Adults insecure
Kids wholesome and pure
Distinctions between young and old blurred
Wholesome we wander with worthy
Warming wisdom:-
Our onederful oneness overcoming
Oxymoronic odds:-
God's great gleaming glory glooming
Growing gratefulness
The dark blue sky casts rain upon the farm
Thousands of droplets wetting the farmland below
Plants drinking from the rainfall, grass and dirty turning squishy and muddy
The wood on the barn absorbs the water as it continues the downpour
Next to the barn, a brown puddle slowly starts to form
Inside the barn, the animals lay, either sleeping or waiting till the drizzle ends
Except for one…
The barn door creaks open, out comes a lonely chicken
Wandering outside and around, in the sprinkle
Its whole body is wet
Flapping its wing is ten times harder now
“Cluck” says the chicken
It continues the journey through the muzzle
Until it stumbles upon the dirty puddle.
“Cluck- Cluck- Cluck” says the chicken once more in curiosity
The Hen decides to step into the murky puddle
Splash!
Splash Splash Splash!
The Chicken splashes and stomps around in the puddle
The dirty puddle dirtying its feet and feathers.
The barn door creaks open…
The hen immediately turns towards the door
A flock of chickens has also left the warmth of the barn
They walk towards the lone hen
Stepping on the puddle, joining him in the splashing
Together they splash in the muddy puddle together, as chickens.
With just a heart;
Turned to gold, yet nothing left;
Rotten flesh;
I can now see that without you Lord, I truly have nothing else;
For there's nothing left;
when the world says nothing wrong
Even yet so stubborn to resists the truth even at one's last breath;
Lord you've warn me you've make me
Wholesome
Compacted within your image
You mad me mind, body and soul;
Lord you've warn me, you've make me
Wholesome
With just a heart
Turned to gold, yet nothing left;
Rotten flesh;
I can now see that without you Lord I can't be done;
Without you Lord I'm not
Wholesome;
A moral right, a wrong not confusion of a good conduct
Whom to trust
Without you Lord God I am not Wholesome
02/26/08
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2008
(Checked by Syllables Counter: howmanysyllables.com)
Juneberries
sweetish juneberries
grow where wildness softly weaves
awake summer scents,
hidden treasure amidst leaves
wholesome bounty of nature.
The heartache, the heart pain,
The heart desire, the heart gain.
The heart needs, the heart hope
The heart fails, the heart drop
The heart believes the heart don’t
The heart strengthens, the heart fears
The heart loves, the heart, hates
The heart is evil, the heart is good
The heart is lonely, the heart wholesome
The heart lost to much but don’t know what to see
For you are my light and path please guide me
It seems to be something of a trend
to dump on happy endings these days,
and anything that shows moral sense
brings calls to be cancelled right away.
The only thing the elites accept
is the dysfunctional and depraved,
anything else must be childish,
from 'simple minds' mired in cliché.
I’ve been alive long enough to see
that yes, the world can be truly cruel,
But I have seen that just as often
it can be a hundred shades of cool.
And to demonize the wholesomeness
that some entertainment will provide,
to scoff at all the family values
that brought the millions fulfilled lives,
how does that make a person feel smart?
How do they not realize, in their brains,
that life has as much light as darkness,
that there’s more than just wallowing pain?
I admit there is real value in
examining things that make us hurt,
but isn’t there as much value in
looking into what makes this world work?
I think it comes down to two reasons,
and the first I say half-way in jest,
to me it seems our society
is a victim of its own success.
To put it simply, some folks are bored,
with the type of life that we all have.
Where once we struggled just to survive,
now we feel fat and lazy and bad.
The morals we used to celebrate
worked so well they became commonplace,
we forgot how they built our nation,
assumed they were the natural state.
And given the questing human mind,
we went out looking for something new,
but when things are good you only find change
flirting with less moral points-of-view.
You start to fetishize the bad-boy,
romanticize all the criminals,
of course, you're safe while your doing this,
so you don’t comprehend it in full.
And then it creeps into the culture,
hidden by buzz-words like ‘tolerance,’
but like any drug, the hit wears off,
and you need more and more decadence.
Until you’ve been immersed so damn long
that you think it is all that is real,
that there’s nothing but the decadent,
and you are so desperate just to feel.
Some people are destroyed by all this,
others burn out and make a retreat,
realize the wholesome is not that bad,
and away from the cities they beat...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
...But then there is the second reason,
one that I think is much more malign,
one that comes from the P.C. brigades,
one that's craving control of your mind.
See families don’t vote for the left,
or they do at a much lower rate,
people with wholesome family values
are much harder to manipulate.
It’s the same reason pedophiles
target families that don’t have a dad,
they know that brings them easier pray,
no one to stop their intentions bad.
If you believe people are just clay,
as so many damn socialists do,
then the good ideas tested by time
are seen as a great hindrance to you.
If dysfunction is what makes people
look to you when they’re in need of cash,
then anything which threatens than chain
is something you must get rid of fast.
And since families with two parents
often do well enough on their own,
you’ll do anything to stop that trend,
even if it means breaking a home.
You’ll fill the airwaves with bad role-models,
then declare that you’re just ‘being real,’
you will say that everything’s okay
as long as it’s what you really feel.
You’ll declare that single motherhood
is just as good as a dad and mom,
and if anyone tries to correct
you’ll decry them as sexist and wrong.
You’ll make everything political,
and leave the people with no refuge,
you’ll turn aside all beauty and grace
to celebrate the ugly the crude.
You’ll label good people as backwards
for wanting a spouse and some children,
then you will cheerlead debauchery
so that nobody imitates them.
You won’t see society falling,
just the power you wish to achieve,
these people who badmouth wholesomeness
care not a bit if they make you bleed.
The new girl was wholesome, old-fashioned, and loving.
We were intimidated by her open spirit and cunning.
She rode around town on a bike followed by birds and bees.
Trying to make friends with everybody. Good grief! Oh, please!
What is her name? Someone asked. Who cares? I said.
She has a dog in her basket, look, he has a tiny bed!
I did not want to like her. I was determined to not actually.
But she threw me a compliment, which completely changed me.
I was suddenly following her, as were robins, and wrens.
We all wanted a piece of her, to be her friends!
She gave out such marvelous vibes, she was wholesome and fun!
Now thank goodness, as far as friends go, she calls me one.