On the quiet night as well as day
The sighted world is not as good
For as right as the rains fall
The sun does dry those tears
I am in remorse but not embarrassed
You see I have a blind man for a brother
You see from the beginning of his life he
could have been a another Steve Wonder
Birth premature
Placed in an incubator
The sun does dry the tears
Of those eyes wetted fears
As being blind...
10/21/19
Categories:
blindman, adventure, analogy,
Form: Free verse
THE STORY OF BLINDMAN BROTHER JOE---
No one sees like brother Joe
He's blind don't you know
No one feels like brother Joe
By touch he knows the way
Walks on land step by step
No Calvary Jesus already done that
Born blind but yet sees
No one hears like brother Joe
Only God knows
If he can feel colors
No one sees like brother Joe
He's blind don't you know
No one feels like brother Joe
By touch he knows his the way
9/16/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
from anthology ' I HAVE A BLIND MAN FOR A BROTHER'
Categories:
blindman, appreciation, brother, character, endurance,
Form: Free verse
hes has a cup
it stuff
with nickel and dine
is he really blind
or playing on your mind
he can be a pain
to fine that of
BLINDMAN ON THE TRAIN
Categories:
blindman, abuse, bullying,
Form: Light Verse
This is not an accident. I used to call him
a lazy criminal. Scooping hearts and spilling blood,
leaving footprints, fingerprints. Stains.
Eyes folding over -- the blindman or the beggar?
Lips that blossomed into blueprints.
Hands that rhymed with dreams, instead.
The weeknights, dark and warm
in a season of curled paper.
No speaking -- guilt only follows
past the second trip through the door.
And then the mornings.
More sun in him than the greenhouse
where we watched dragonfly wings.
A pattern about him
like dragonfly wings.
In those days we knew
what it meant to point
without wounding.
We knew how to need someone
without wanting,
without loving.
Categories:
blindman, lost love, love, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Bartimeus, sat by the roadside
In his usual place of begging.
He heard the crowd and Jesus,
So he began to shout out pleading
“Jesus, Son of David—
Have mercy on me”
The crowd rebuked him;
Told him to hush his plea.
Jesus stopped and called him
So he threw his cloak aside;
Rushed blindly to Jesus,
Whose heart was open wide.
“What do you want?”
Jesus asked the beggar
“Rabbi, I want to see,” he said
“That I may walk and not stagger”
“Go, your faith has healed you”
Was Jesus sweet reply.
Bartimeus jumped for joy
For this miracle his sight did supply.
Immediately he followed Jesus
Able to walk on his own.
His spiritual needs
Now to be filled
Heavenward to roam.
Just like the crowd that day
We often fail to assist
Those who need Jesus—
To tell them we resist.
Afraid of rejection
Opportunities pass us by.
To bring the hurting to our Lord,
Even when for help they cry.
Bartimeus, the blind beggar
Received what he asked;
Healing that he might see—
In God’s glory to bask.
The moral of this story
Is for us to leave Laodicea;
Lead the world to Jesus
For He’s man’s only panacea!
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2011
Categories:
blindman, religion,
Form: Ballad
love is some double-edged sword
love is some cliche that still sounds good
riding off the tip of your tongue
into the space of darkness hiding in crawlspaces
love is a blindman beating at my door
he wants in but i'm too afraid of what he'll do
stay out of my house goddammit
then i look and see and it's only a tree
god is alone in me
he takes life from life
spins it on its heart
bleeds in, bleeds out
blood is oxygen
crutches saw down the bone
to a thin paste
helps me cover up my heartstrings
once so easily exposed
i couldn't stand another night without you
or yes, i can
i could stand this whole life without you
but i don't want to
just don't make me buy a house
don't make me mow the lawn
don't make me wash the car
don't ask for that wedding in the stars
i don't want to be ordinary
what do you want?
Categories:
blindman, angst, introspection, love, me,
Form: Free verse