Hazy gazing daze
Think of those times the blood line
Legacy matters
Watching the futbol match between the national teams of Ireland and Slovakia. I managed to purchase a cheap seat and I am sitting up in the nosebleed section. We drank and cheered as the game wore on. The Irish national team emerged victorious 2-1. Suddenly I remembered my mother’s maiden name: McClay. A surge of ethnic pride surged through my being. I was hugging other fools in the stands. We emerged victorious in a qualifying match. I was hugging Celtic warriors and Joycean drunks alike in our victory
Moment of triumph
the true blood line emerges
ethnic memory
stirs up unwavering pride
party like an Irish Wake
A Golden Blade Of Setting Sunshine, By Davieo, David Rothchild
A golden blade
Of setting sunshine
Shimmeringly pierces the shade
Of wavy water tops, a shrine divine,
Sublime, nurtures natures loving brimming blood line
A wet warm winning breeze
Speaks of peace, briskly hugs all
With the fit of glovely tease
A perfect mood, a heart calming call
Announces a flitting stirring star filled velvet night
Dancing light, spinning bright, dreams take flight
By Davieo, David Rothchild
I’m a man of constant sorrow tripping over guilt and stress
I wear my guilt as a badge of honor, lord, I’m a total mess
Even the day I was born, I was mother’s little miracle of mirth
My guilt runs back through hundreds of years, another time and tuff
It goes back into an ancient land to another impoverished time
Surly, I can blame my great, great Grand father and that Irish blood-line
I live in a world of misery, i’m troubled with lonely cries
Wondering, around in a world of privilege, I can hardly recognize
My father never won a title just a share-cropper on a farm,
The most he ever gave me to boast was a strong back and arm
I can say one thing in my defense, and that’s without a doubt
This world of privilege I’m living in, is wearing my old body out
As I emerge into view;
Into this room;
Out of the womb;
From the fallopian tube;
Proceedings walking down;
Golden stairs from heaven;
A kiss a breath of God through my mother's nostrils;
I am emerged;
I am birth;
Cursed;
a solemn utterance intend invoke by Father Adam;
Convicted a sinner from birth through his blood line;
Now freed by remissions of sin;
Confessing through the blood of Jesus Christ;
As I emerge into view;
Into this wound;
Out of the womb;
From the fallopian tube;
Proceedings walking down;
Golden stairs from heaven;
climbing, flying high upward toward the skies;
To see my God and Jesus in the heavenly at death rise unto a new birth;
I am emerged;
I am birth;
No longer accused nor Cursed;
10/4/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Thanking God, on bended knee.
That I am still alive on the first
of January!
My grandson and I, have spent
each New Year's Eve together!
To top it off, in awesome, sweet,
California weather.
That's fourteen years in all, quite a
awesome feat!
An alcohol-free evening but with fun,
plus a luscious pizza treat.
Blessed with progeny, that will carry
on the blood line.
To this grandmother, is a blessing that's
more than just fine!
***Inner Peace be Yours in 2021**
12-28-2020
9pm PST
Happy 50th Birthday
To you our Joanne "R"kid
My 1 and only big sister
For i could not have wished
for more
Than the 50 privileged year's
spent loving you as your brother
Same father and to mother born
same same blood line
Jealous only i of your 3
amazing children my beautiful
nieces
Wish only Dad was here and
i was there
To share with you on your
auspicious 50th birthday
Just how much you mean to
every single one and all of us
And just how much we actually
love you
So happy 50th birthday to you
Our Joanne my big sister
Love and word's can not express
My eternal joy my happiness
To many word's to simplest
sentiment express
50 x i love you
And not merely because
today the 28th is your Birthday
But for everyday before and after
i forgot or forget to tell you
tercets
Braxton H. Gardner of north Kentucky,
progenitor of our family tree.
His marriage date was 1833.
Braxton Charles S. Gardner from our archive,
was his youngest son, born in ’45.
He barely recalled his father alive.
Barney Braxton Gardner, uncle of mine;
his sister, my grandma, mother of nine.
My father was namesake of his blood line.
Barney Braxton Jolly born in ‘11,
married his sweetheart in ’37.
These four have died and look down from heaven.
Ruth Braxton Jolly, that’s me, data fount;
only female in this list tantamount
of Braxtons quite an accomplished head count.
Darren Braxton Poteet, my younger son,
Braxton Lee Poteet, age 14, grandson
complete my list of six kinfolk Braxton.
November 18, 2020
If their ever was a boy,
With eyes so blue.
The kind that sparkle
And light up the room.
With hair do blonde
And skin so fair,
Without a doubt! These types
Are exceptionally rare.
If their ever was a boy
With a smile so bright,
It's most captivating
When in your sight.
With the cutest laugh
You've ever heard,
And when he speaks
You melt with every word.
If their ever was a boy
Who's name was so loud.
That everyone already knew it
Without having to speak it out.
With a blood line
That's powerful and yet so pure,
That only a selected few
Are worthy enough to endure.
If their ever was a boy
Who's personality gleamed,
Blinding you with his aura
Like nothing you've ever seen.
A boy who's perfection
Can hardly be described.
So heavenly handsome
Is this lucky little guy.
If their ever was a boy
That boy is you!!!
Kohl is your name
My little nephew.
With a mother so dedicated
As not just one parent, but two.
You're surrounded by all our love
And having your mom, so very lucky are you!!
Today we should have met you
We should have held you close
But the angels all had other plans
They needed you the most
I hope you know we love you
We always will, for evermore
The pain will never go away
But with time, will be less raw
We know you aren’t alone there
You have family all around
By the eternal blood line
To our family your are bound
So play and sleep, protected
By your angel family who love you too
Until we meet again, sweet Elena
Your love will always shine through
Your brothers and sisters
Physically not related to you
But spiritually all humanity
Are
Bounded brothers and sisters true
For we have the same Father, Abba
And we have the same spiritual blood line
So when on of his
Can’t carry his own cross
Don’t be blue, just do
Do
Do all that you can?
Be encouraged
Be at rest, live your best
Breathe your breath
All let
Allow God to come through
Comfort you…
And while you do
Do
Do all that you can?
Be a better human
A child of God, of the King be a blessing
And to live in peace with everyone.
Do, do all that you do
Do all that you can to live in peace with everyone
Do all that you do in peace and live peacefully with everyone
Alleluia.
Romans 12:18
2/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
In this rough timing of time
help me find myself cause
sometimes it's even hard for
my eyes to can search for
you . I last remeber had a
clear view but now believe
me when I say I'm utterly
blinded.
If I would say I was mugged
still believe me cause now I
don't know where I have been
,do I even know my name; I'm
not sure but tell me who am I
for your face I can tell you are
of my blood line,so help me
find myself.
Still leaking wounds of liberation,
still leaking wounds of brutality,
looking at this whole and I feel lost
at times help me cause I can't help
myself. Hold me brother for I'm
leaving my whole,for with your touch
surely I don't know where I have
been but I know that I'm coming.
Help me find myself for now my
family would be looking, asking for
me,help me for my woman is crying
rivers of tears I can hear her scream
killing my ear drums.Help me find my-
self for I might have been used to so
far by the ghosts of the old centuries.
Help me find myself for I would do the same
if I were in your shoes.
Its the arthritic loving hands round the stubborn slipper
a dry kiss in the morn an unshaven face touching mine
the window seat with a view that makes the heart stir
love is many things to many people and that is fine
It can be a single rose, placed gently on the sham
or a smile on the lips that says " I know where you live "
its friends its strangers its blood line members and fam
love is many things to many people and that is fine
Years of belonging to the one that sprinkles the sun
a little cereal, a cup of tea, or so much of his shine
love is an emotion an action, its never on the run
love is many things to many people and that is fine
Two souls that skate around each other for a lifetime
Two hearts that bind together in the solvency of time.
March 15, 2019
Of Royal Blood
Do you know that you
are of royal blood?
Can you feel it pulsing
through your veins?
We don't come from any ordinary
blood line.
We are of royal blood.
We have blood of African queens
and kings inside of us.
Blood that is rooted in
every corner of the Motherland.
This blood line doesn't make us
better than anyone else
But it should make us want to
do better
Our ancestors sacrificed their
lives to give us a chance to
shine.
So make sure you take your
chance to become the queen
or king that you really are.
Do you know that you
are of royal blood?
We don't come from any ordinary
blood line.
We have blood of African queens
and kings inside of us.
We are of royal blood.
IT TAKES LOVE OF THE BODY TO MAKE ME WHOLE--
It takes love in my hands
to hold you up
It takes love in my heart
to measure up
As all the spiritual fluids run through my soul
It takes love of my body
my mind
my spirit
my emotion
my body
to make me whole
It takes pain because of sins
that my earthly father generated
From the dust unto dawn
Through his physical and spiritual blood line he's submitted
As all the crimes and sins he's done;
It takes repentance and turning around;
Stop doing those things against God;
my mind
my spirit
my emotion
my body
to make me whole
It takes repentance and turning around;
Stop doing those things against God;
12/19/18
from the anthology "For the Joy of the Lord"
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