Blessedly Poems

the white man

The white man


In Algarve, I met the world's tallest poet
blessedly free of athletic prowess and 
dressed for a warmer clime, perhaps Swiss
or some other country nearby 
Alas, he suffered from high education and
tended to overlook people, which, in his
case was understandable, but he had 
a great sense of irony 
He spoke French to my wife, who came 
into my study to tell me she looked like
Sophia Loren, who am I to disagree with
a woman who speaks seven languages 
The tall poet and I went to the beach 
I noticed he was white as unchurned milk
people looked like he came from Mars 
whitest human they had ever seen.
One day, he disappeared, going back to
Swiss where people tend to wear solid
shoes, but I remember he recited a few
poems, full of wonderous thoughts.

Why The Wild Flowers Grow

I sense a kinship
(why the Wild Flowers grow)

how wildly they grow
freely they grow

unkempt fields

Spring's showery quench    

seeming no care of pruning -- 

Sun the selfless charge of Nature's light
grooming

In season's dusk, green leaves
dutifully giving way for 
skeletal presence of leafless 
far more somber trees

such ordained passing~ all for renewing, 
for ultimate re-blooming --
                     
                      a toning reminder  
as I freckle, yawn and creak -- 
my perennial soul, like that of the Wild Flowers

is faithfully, blessedly attended

under God's eternal, loving keep --

BLESSINGS BLESSED BLESSINGSNESS

The window opened I welcomed in
Skirt someone's trying to predetermine
Blessedly blessed new day we will press 
Onto our intended recipient purpose
To walk in the blessings of my blessedness emergent

5/29/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024

Beautiful

I am beautiful 
Because I am seen
Because you look beyond my eyes
Because you read between my lies
You breathe my breath
You know my width and depth
From me it is good you expect

I am beautiful 
Because you forgive me
Because you see beyond my scars
Because you cry my tears
You are faithful through all the years
You put my sins far far away
You listen to my heart when I pray

I am beautiful 
Because you Love me.
Because I’m Loved I’m no longer blind
When I look beyond another’s pain
I feel my inner turmoil wane
I see too  
How beautiful they are
Blessedly I see through my new eyes
Kinder, softer, otherworldly wise.

Light Vs Dark

Light and dark are only
contrasts for those overly
pinned to eyes – like a 
donkey tail, stuck at the thighs, 

a backside its entire existence

Sun may daily rise though 
a cold heart would never know 
warmth of new dimension 
each dawn blessedly unfolds – 

let us not
confound evil with darkness

Godliness restricted not to light -- 

at our human best we are elements 
dim and bright,  

as much our stars 
let us shine the great void
between…meet your other halfway

fear and lack of empathy

man’s glaring unclean --

Forgiveness

Forgiveness
By Michelle Morris
17/07/2020

Forgiveness is a powerful healer - 
It can set everyone free;
It blesses every life it touches,
And can bring God's grace closer, 
Blessedly...

So forgive yourself;
Forgive others too;
Let forgiveness create healing, 
Always - 
For me and for you...

© Michelle Morris, 2020

The Theft of Moral Defense

Dawn crests the peaks of barren refuse, enthralling masses and demanding rations of passion from muck

Stuck into walls, hanging out halfway, suspended by calls of anguish and hate

-

Little does it matter for our pain and thoughts 
Little does it falter in it’s saintly rot
And little does it rain down pleasure atop rocks

-

Towering pulses in cavernous chests booming altering noises of gloomy doom and distress
decompression
decompress

-

Such success in sessions of secessions thought best bring messy manipulations of emotions and stress

Blessedly pressing the rest into vests of blasting intent and the buying of souls not spent

The buying of souls not spent

The theft of moral defense 

The theft of moral defense

Man of Words

Relaxing in my garden chair blessedly alone,
with my cup of soothing chai and Scottish scone.
No TV, computer, iPod, kith or kin,
my crossword puzzle I shall now begin.

So, an eight-word name for a Mayan sink?
A quika--I didn't even have to think!
As the sun clears the rolling hills afar
I'm done, a crossword superstar!

My Corgi Hal licks my face in congratulations,
as the sun-lit moor beckons her invitation.
Such a simple, sweet, tranquil pleasure,
Sunday morning crosswords, my priceless treasure.

2/14/23

Fruitful Days

All blessedly humble day
I wanna have my soul's say
But life is full of 
Growing to make a hit
Building time set off delay

Pleasant Spring Like Day February 17th, 2022 Part Two

Decreased dissension 
grudgingly did abate
unclouded protests trumpet
Trump to abdicate
irrefutable proof generates
activist voices to accumulate
linkedin over Green Party 
blessedly to administrate

hoop fully figurative tide
will turn and aerate
political atmosphere whereby
progressive minds will affiliate
otherwise business as usual,
cuz spewing deadly particulate
will only aggravate
dire straits, where 
webbed wide world series

of unfortunate events will airdate
prophetic apocalyptic fate
especially if nonprogressive
stodgy commander in chief re-elected
flush with bigotry and hate
increased chance (chants) ripe state
for revolution avast swath
of population to amalgamate,

and overthrow anachronistic government
absolute zero survival unless dramatic
nondestructive strategy eschewed
to supplant exploitation and mandate
radical transformation, which dramatic
shift off grid if lucky requisite
Earth friendly manufacturing
can possibly ameliorate.

My Window

My Window

From my window I can splendidly see
The first rays of the sun so soft ,
Striking the leaves of the stately tree
And the feathers of the bird that sails aloft;

I see cows grazing on the grassy green,
Flowers smiling with radiance in the lustrous light,
Clouds sailing to kingdoms before unseen ,
The hills beyond a shining sight;

With faltering steps the little child walks
Towards the gates of her house to see
The world beyond, the panorama of life talks
In garbled language and in actions so free;

The twilight I watch from my window clear
 As golden hues of the setting sun
The sky and clouds with paint endear ,
Nature's  elegance is never undone;

At night when through my window beams
The moon and stars' soothing light,
Dream and vision  in silence streams
Into the mind , lucid and bright;

Window of my mind , window of my heart ,
Through your hallowed portals this Self sets sail
To worlds of bliss does it blessedly depart,
My window does the Immortal Spirit hail.

Has This Happened To You

Tired, after hours 
                 of too much poetry.
                 Now back to cold, 
                 harsh reality.
                 You so wish to live in
                 modes, planetary.
                 But there is wash to do,
                 and things delightfully,
                 blessedly ordinary.   


                         4/25/2021

Poetic Prime Murder Was the Crime

POETIC PRIME MURDER WAS THE CRIME

Let your eyes feed on this Crime scene
and be witness to my rhyme scheme.
Imaginative slaughter:I was about to totally 
slice the Pen's neck indelibrately
and let it blessedly bleed till eternity
but the smooth-sailing fluidity 

of this piece needed a surrender to brevity
and nourishly name this poetic vicinity 
that have been creatively created.
Coin this murder case a name fitted,
please be the jury of this case stated 
if some literary judgment can be initiated.

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Sonnet/Rhymes
Copyright © April 5th, 2021.

Only One Day

Imagine if you could visit Heaven for only one day...
Who would you search for, and what would you say?
Can you envision the beauty beyond its streets of gold?
Would it be as glorious as in the Bible it's been foretold?

Would you search for your dearly deceased loved ones,
mothers, fathers, brothers, daughters and sons?
Would you wish to remain with them in such a divine place?
Would you fall to your knees if you saw God’s face?

Imagine such an Elysian paradise without violence or hate,
where everyone is blessedly content, and no one is irate. 
Visualize greeting your grandparents as they were in youth.
Can you conceive a realm where no lies are told; only truth?
 
If a visit I could make, I'd thank God for such an amazing gift.
Then sit upon a fluffy cloud, looking around as I slowly drift.
I would hold my Mother's hand and probably beg to stay.
Can you imagine visiting Heaven, even if for only one day?

January 22nd, 2021
Can You Imagine-Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Cheers To Dear Brother

Bearing boyish looks of our great Daddy
here stands our very own Manong* Rudy
the brood’s eldest, yet he looks the youngest
simply because his virtue of kind patience is longest.

Exemplifying legacy of Dad
Manong Rud makes our clan blessedly glad
his earnest loving and thoughtful gesture
remind us of our father’s care as well as wise nurture.
 
Grateful to God for Manong Rudy dear
we, his siblings, send him our prayer cheer
while supporting his servant leadership
of faithful stewardship midst warm and virtual fellowship*.

*”Manong” in our local dialect means “Older Brother.”  Rudy is the nickname of our eldest brother, Rodolfo.
**1John 1:3 … Truly our fellowship is with the Father, and with his Son Jesus Christ. 

December 29, 2020
5th place, "COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (44)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/18/2021.

• Short Blessedly Poems
• Famous Blessedly Poems
• Best Blessedly Poems
• Read Blessedly Poems
• Long Blessedly Poems
• Blessedly Quotes