Created with goodness of flesh and blood
Not powerful, but sturdy
A Holy Man I know who sits high in heaven
Watches all below
Makes seas be calm
Command in still
Blowing refreshing breezes
Eases when storm arises
Mighty voice direct but serene
Sustains life and Death
Strength beyond modern man
Spiritual works seen
Stands with the world when turmoil comes
Understands creation better than they understand themselves
He is about Faith at every length
Aligns the soul with fleshy outside
A Holy Man bigger than I
He known as Thy
Reign superior
Commands and Controls
The act that might get to be passed will put real Americans last.' Its really clear the evil that will be.' They want to remove
Your cash so you are less free.' They are
Counting up your assets, and just digital
Tokens is what ( you might get?) Or you
Might not get even to see, the mundane
Obects that ate intended to exert influence over every point of your physical
Reality.!
You know what the Football World Cup really needs?
Goal! Goal! Goal!
with Bigger Goals!
Another yard — another meter—
on either side of the posts.
Bigger goals mean more goals!
More goals mean better football!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Screamers from thirty metres!
Curlers into the top corner!
Thunderbolts from halfway out.
Goal! Goal! Goal!
That's what fans want to see.
Not defensive fantasy!
Not blockers lined up at the back.
Bring on attacking football!
More goals means fairer results.
Goal! Goal! Goal!
Imagine the score in Heaven?
5–7!
8–6!
10–8!
That's what fans play mega bucks to see.
Last-minute winners!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
More skills!
More thrills
More daring!
More drama!
More football!
Goal! Goal! Goal!
It's so ridiculously easy.
Just widen the goalposts.
when nobody's looking—
out a yard... out a meter... on either side
Go for goal!
Blight the nil-all draw!
Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal! Goal!
‘Teachers don’t leave merely because of learners; they leave because of colleagues.’
You hear teachers talk
As you walk in your purpose
The transaction with your colleagues
Reveal the darkness in some of their hearts
They can hurt your heart
They can dim your light
But the truth inside still burns bright
A touch of purpose seems more than gold
This is an era where you need to be bold
So don’t lose hope when they try to darken your life
You can stand through it all!
They can’t stop you
Through all the foolishness
You are still teaching
Every scar is a mark of truth
They try to bury you with their hate
But their fate is sealed
‘The way you treat others is the way you will be treated.’
They told you that you will never rise
Plotting schemes to bring your demise
But you walked through the fire
Knowing that there is a higher purpose
The pain that management ignores is the lesson
Management will gain on themselves later!
They can hurt your heart
They can dim your light
But the truth inside still burns bright
‘Teachers don’t leave merely because of learners; they leave because of colleagues.’
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
BIGGER THAN
I LAID in the darkness
Awoken, I arose
I sat in my own filth
I apposed
I stood in the mirror
And I saw me, for who I am
I walked in the valley
Bare footed
I stood before giants
I ignored them
I stand with HIM
ON Him
Who’s bigger than ALL THINGS?
HE'S BIGGER THAN MY SINS
HE'S BIGGER THAN MY HURTS AND PAINS
HE'S BIGGER THAN, BIGGER THAN ALL AND EVERYTHING
THE GREAT AND POWERFUL ALL I AM
BIGGER THAN
HE'S BIGGER THAN THE UNIVERSE
BIGGER THAN AND THAT IS AND MOST
BIGGER THAN THE DARKNESS
BIGGER THAN THE SUN
HE'S THE BIGGEST LIGHT, THERE'S IS
BIGGER THAN
BIGGER THAN, THE GREAT AND ALL I AM
3/29/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026©
3/29/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
God's will for you who belong to Jesus Christ
Is to live life , prosperous and in peace in Him
And in all the adorning
He's new every morning
Never mourning. Also adorning
EVER GRATEFUL FOR ALL THINGS GOD IS BIGGER THAN ANY EVERY THINGS-
God's will for you who belong to Christ
Be everso thankful in all
All circumstances for this is
God's will hallelujah.
3/18/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
A bigger picture’s here to see
But just for those who look
It can’t be shown by only me
For I could be mistook
But just for those who look
Horizons will be wide
For I could be mistook
One must poke and pry
Horizons will be wide
It can’t be shown by only me
One must poke and pry
A bigger picture’s here to see
For what do inits D.T. stand?
It's not what would please Ayn Rand
Her famous novel
Shows those who grovel
Are rather unfit for command
On a Carnival Night
Maybe I mean to smoke
might not style and steams
legs of metal and four bearded
heart pumps blood and builds me
source code to see stomping grounds
stuff pulls me to an empty head
soul and chance to become realized
smart women on my ass about it
see stop is called never do I listen
cowboy faith and escaped memories turn
bulking brothers exit to drawn messages
door slams in heat meet true winners
body of smell and head tripped up or sideways
stand right in front but I don't see you
know I need to quit back goals and reality of for casted
fame to bridge together more good habits
now and then we repeat the same thoughts
to move to it or act housed and sad the grab
light up pull on the things and breath out again...
Minehead, or Skegness,
she never could remember which.
A monochrome ‘Box Brownie’
a smirking strange man.
She's young and beautiful.
They sit on a low seawall,
my four-year-old-self
between.
A passer-by took the image.
the lens was held too high
only the top of my tussled head
is in frame.
Despite this she had a copy made.
She claimed
there were other lost
pics of just us,
but only this one peekaboo image
has kept surfacing,
and I always feel twice blessed
by that invisible day,
in Minehead
or Skegness.
See the novel anti-Trump signs
Protestor created designs
Don can't compromise
And blurs truth with lies
But we author all the best lines
Freed from its cell in the hive
T-rumposaurus comes alive
This monster is back
And plans to attack
With project twenty twenty-five
Why promote wrecking-ball malice
Behind the wall of a palace?
This callous man sick
Acts like a big dick
To cover up his small phallus
In bed Don loves wearing his gold
Where billionaire's come to the fold
They need not hold loins
But just buy Trump coins
While we work till we're dead and old
Trump’s deals concern what he can break
It’s how this Don hauls in his take
The rich on him spend
As they must depend
On what they’ve kissed his ass to make
His son’s payoff struck them as bad
Republicans hate Hunter’s dad
But they won’t ascribe
Meme coins as a bribe
And part of Trump’s theft launching pad
With women he likes to cavort
And conquering them is just sport
Since Trump likes to rape
Girls might not escape
And everyone else he’ll deport
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