Light my way, O autumn skies.
Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies.
Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk?
Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon.
Cloud castles, arrive through, vortexes. Nexus.
Crystal blue-hued gusts, blow.
Sunbeams, waterfalls, heaven's tumbleweeds.
Cluster up damp, urban life.
Troubled, vagabond?
Too late, frozen? Repent? Up!
Folly of summer, blaze high.
Strangers in a foreign land, stand.
Riddle, red. Dead? Inside? Pride!
Forever, eternally, always.
Chill month, outlander? Deeply.
Oracle, paint portraits in far stars. Read.
Blot out, eccentric mind. Oar? For? Lore...
O bleak ink ocean, splatter at will. Chill.
Weeping wolf, winter.
Nicker, mare, wicker, man, ichor. Box...
I walk fast
but I act slow
Just as my emotions come over me;
Thick waves that take their time
To blot out my sunlight.
Out in my endless oceans
I’m dredging up ‘happiness’
But the word is blurry
Underwater—
Its meaning fades beneath layers of algae
Source undistinguishable.
What would you pay
to erase a memory
What would you buy
to blot out the stain
What would you give
to not be forsaken
What would you take
to lessen the pain
What would you know
if the words came unstrung
What would you hear
if the silence prolonged
What would it be
if time was delinquent
What would it mean
— if the meaning was gone
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.
Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.
Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.
When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.
We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.
What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.
As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.
Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.
We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.
"A heartfelt prayer
of repentance and gratitude.
Forgiveness sought;
Divine mercy Your Truth;
Past, present, future tense,
God's righteousness"
Father's Humility all He's done for us
"We'rs acknowledge God's forgiveness
Release burdens
Embrace redemption
"Dear Heavenly Father,
I confess my wrongdoings.
Thank You for forgiving me.
Cleanse and renew my heart.
May Your love guide me forward.
Amen."
May God's forgiveness and peace envelop us
"¢er>Father for the evil, I've done.
Past, present, futures-tense.
O' Gracious Righteous Father
You solely solemnly already
Thou! Has before time solidly.
Already .....forgiven me"
11/7/24
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Scripture Referencing
1 John 1:9: "Confess and be forgiven."
- Psalm 51:1-2: "Have mercy, blot out transgressions."
- Romans 3:24-25: "Justified freely by His grace."
Halloween in 16 lines of Rhyme 10-16-24
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Halloween Graveyard
Light intones the creeping darkness
Fallen leaves scrape broken paths
Distant footsteps, heard in semi-darkness,
Wail and weep on incensed footpaths.
Growing shadows blot out twilight
Darkness descends -a deathly pall –
Stone angels watch the hallowed night
Tangled weeds grab like black rainfall.
An outstretched palm hovers o’re the spine
Trembling hands brush at unseen breath
Above their graves haunted ghosts align
Prickly terror screams in cold sweats.
Shouts through chaos in moaning winds
From crypts of tears – spirits unleashed
Souls trapped in macabre whirlwinds
Midnight breaks the spell – souls released.
Written: November 11, 2023
"Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes". Quote by Vincent Van Gogh
Fragmented form created by Poetess Constance la France
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A breeze kissed trees, laying in a bucolic trance,
Whilst a sunny curtain hived from prying eyes.
Praising comely love, sparrows spurred stance,
In a cynosure spotlight of vivid crimson skies.
Leaves rustled and wiggled in a dulcet tone,
An elixir, as magical as jade rolls, is shown.
The lake sighed as he saw him flush alone,
Swans scantly snuffed the spur to stare.
As they hear the news, the skies are aware,
Happiness spilled in furtive floods of dare.
Fetching flowers fiercely feast with a glance,
Soothing the forlorn grass as it flops in size.
For them, butterflies burst busily into the zone,
To quell their anguish, blot out the blare.
Let’s take a summer walk,
Meditate and talk,
Everything is bright and clear,
Butterflies emerge from their lair.
Let's bask in this sweet ambience,
Take away the odd inference,
The meadow is under heaven's kiss,
Should we, this beauty miss?
Let’s allow beauty to pervade our room,
Dispel the overcast gloom,
Out the window, the birds reach for the sky,
Under the sun, they gladly fly.
Let’s add warm hues to Dawn’s portrait,
Blot out rancour and hate,
Let’s stay in each other's embrace,
Come away from sombre ways.
Forgiveness
My chalice overflows
with the wonderment of His love,
that first my sins are forgiven,
so that I may follow with faith above.
If He can blot out my wrongs, as far as east meets west,
then I can do the same for you, at least try my very best.
We are all God’s children, neither one above the other.
Though we make mistakes, at least offer a fresh start.
How I forgive, is by an open door, so that we can recover.
And why I forgive, is to please God, and preserve a faithful heart.
by Martin Braun
July 30, 2023
My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me
With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough
Never will be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough
I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love,
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…
Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope
He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year…
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more
Sunsets
Beyond doubt I’m sure there could never be
Displays as lovely as sunsets to me
Changing kaleidoscopic shades of red
As sun descends to rest his drowsy head.
God’s evening scene at its glorious best
We upon earth are stupendously blessed
Sky is most picturesque at eventide
While world awaits moon and stars energise.
Though at times grey clouds blot out the sunshine
Because it’s raining somewhere and that’s fine
Downpour of rain’s vital for revival
Creatures of earth and mankind’s survival.
So whenever there’s a stunning sunset
The artist with His colourful palette
Paints the sky in the most delightful way
Treasure for pleasure at close of the day.
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24th April 2023
Have mercy upon me O God sorry!
according to thy lovingkindness according
unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin
For I acknowledge my transgression and my sin is ever before me
But my Lord against thee and thee only have I sinned
correct? and done this evil in your sight right that thy mightest be justified
when thou speaketh and be clear when you judgest me right?Well
I will make my statement clear this is my testimony Behold!
I was shapen in iniquity and in sin did my mother conceive me
Behold thou desirest truth in the inward parts and in the hidden part of me
thou shall make me to know wisdom make me to know joy and gladness
So I can create and you can create in me a clean heart O God and renew a right
spirit within me
Please!
My Nightlife Prayer before leaving my house every time
From ten years old to today a shared emotion
Created in the Truth.
I stand upon the pier
Watching the roaring waves
Crash on the hard dark rocks below.
The sky is overcast
Electricity is in the air
And rain is not far away.
Still I feel there's magic
Around me as the day
Dies a slow lingering death.
I feel anticipation
For soon you'll be with me,
It's such a wonderful feeling
I'm sure it’s infinite.
Let nature wreck its havoc,
Let night descend in darkness
And blot out all the stars.
I see only one light, my dear,
That which shines in your eyes.
You come into my caress sweet,
We share our gentle kisses
Sweet nectar from flowers dear.
We move silently together
Our hands touching in bliss
To shelter in our little home
Away from everything.
It is a magical evening
Together we make love
And know 'twill be forever
Just you and me.... just us.
There once was a fellow named Musk.
Who bought a blue bird out of love,
He fed it the first amendment.
The greenies condemned him to death.
Turning blue when they swallowed his tusk-
They flashed the dog-eared race card
To blot out the man of the stars.
For they fancy only obedient sheep
sheered sheep to pad the globalist dream
They'll drive Musk into the mountains of mars-
Ink
with acuate nib
you trace my skin,
inscribing the slimmest contours
next to your old scars
what is this book you write
in blood and darkness
what shadows your mind
and guides your pen to slaughter
that you want to see me
unhinged, demented,
vanished into your words,
irrecoverable
do you crave the death
you cannot have
so much that
you must find it
in others
scratching at me
with furious strokes
as if to blot out
your own poison
until I am made
a volume of nonbeing,
indited in scars,
obliviated by ink
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