OF GLORY, GRACE , AND COURAGE
Indeed, divine wisdom, and its guidance
Dwells in prayerful contemplating asking,
And is always there waiting to be asked
To navigate you towards that ever present help
When souls become deflated with great grief:-
Remember and be of good courage;
He who has given you a sound mind,
Will ...strengthen your heart…for…
In His favor is…[always joyous]...life…
For we who are chosen for his labors:-
Thus, in awareness, let us be in good courage,
Knowing He will renew our strength, and will
Enable us to rise up as if on the wings of eagles
Soaring in victory formation with divine wisdom
And guidance navigating us overcoming tribulations:-
Let us ask, knowing wisdom and guidance will be given;
Let us seek, knowing the winning way will be given;
Let us knock, knowing peace and love’s door will open,
Greeting and welcoming us with divine hope and faith:
Anointing us with baby breasting essence of His grace:-
Categories:
breasting, allegory,
Form: Prose
Life is jesting, breasting amplitude waves.
Wait till they cave to my whims, make them slaves
to my non-stop babble "a-ga a-da"
"goo-goo gaga”, “coo”, ma-ma" and "da-da."
Staring at frightful strange faces falling
to my belly, a bubble, Ppppprrrrrrrrrrtttt, blowing.
I giggle, but they look pretty silly.
Drowsy, "Ba-ba-ba," they call me Willy
their good at imitating my babble
as they worry and come on unravel.
With enough practice they'll get my command
and I'll have them eating out of my hand.
4/12/2019
Poetry Contest: Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2..
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
breasting, baby, fun, giggle, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
OUT FRONT
She’s an athlete in beautiful shape
With a figure that makes people gape
And success she’ll attain
Her advantage is plain
When it comes to breasting the tape
Categories:
breasting, humor,
Form: Limerick
Whatever your seed is,
it doesn't want my skin.
You never dream of anything of me:
hands, mouth, arms,
the weight of me on you,
tongue, sweat, old willy boy inside--
nothing of my kind allures.
You would rather some sweet Marie,
her body breasting you with nipple,
her perfume offering you delirious wine--
you want nothing of mine.
But, hey, okay--love me anyway, any way.
Love the life and joy of me, my smile.
Love my unquenchable desire; love that I can see you.
Love that I can have and hold you deep and dearly--
beyond tumble, beyond any touch or tingle.
Categories:
breasting, love,
Form: Lyric
God's wishes directed to human beings
after being born love evolves and rings
the first teacher of that is the mother
before school she taught us at home by breasting
at the end of life if she survives
being a dead body see who tears highest
feel the accurate
Categories:
breasting, god, mother,
Form: Verse
Drip me wet, dry me
In heat blazing from your core
Summer stalks the trees
Wringing them dead dry
My veins collapse, and my leaves
Pants in sizzling air
You too drizzle sweat
Skin clammy with desire pants
Packing store, let's cool
Fore we move again
Through hydrant spray and crowd's glee
Spilling pipes reserve
My root journeys deep
Beyond surface love, I mine pools
From willing daydreams
My tongue sips the dew
Scorching the loins, shaking limbs
And breasting day's rest
Let us now retire
The city's silence by sun's fire
Come drizzle me rain.
Categories:
breasting, seasons, me,
Form: Senryu
I saw what we would look like:
Those two Lilies living lively in close proximity;
So close, in fact, their identical buds stare into
their mere reflections of passionate pastal smiles
and blushing petals like the powdered cheeks of a middle school affectionary -
A glimpse of us displayed
in the large field - two Dandelions
uncommonly rooted within centimeters of each other,
Close-cornered so in that their seeds,
Like an arranged marriage, coupled in the wind's
breasting breeze -
Yet as sure as death, to be split by unsure currents and rushes
of High and Low pressures.
Known Pressures;
I thought I caught a glance
Of what possibly could've been there-
growing azaleas
masked by a single magnolia:
self-infatuated, blinded by selfish desire (or wishful thinking)-
an image of what
we were to be.
Categories:
breasting, confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, love,
Form: Free verse
I breast fed because
it was more nourishing for my baby
compared too bottle feeding
It was emotionally satisfying for me and my babies
we formed a closeness that bottle feeding
can't accomplished
While breasting I felt a love like no other
different from agape love, I love because it is the right thing to do
it differs from romantic love coupled with agape, love hot with passion
The love from breasting differs
I love my children equally
the one I breast feed until age one
Breast-feed mothers share a bond
with their babies non-breast feed moms
can't express
Categories:
breasting, childhood, familylove, , romantic
Form: Free verse
You have apologized to the world
Now apologize to me
For I did not give a swine my pearl
Nor put sugar in the sea
What this house on old foundations
The thinking group domain
What is a beginning without inventions
Where is the new path of pain?
We hear and hear again the old trifle
Our labor's profit squandered
Before our eyes, the stare of the rifle
There some sage has blundered
Only God can fall rain from the top,
Or sun's milk breasting leaves
We must grow things bottom up
The seedless sod the world bereaves.
I did not cry in shackle or in chain
Nor for the strangers whip
But O Cain, how bitterly I weep again
From every speech there falls another drip.
Categories:
breasting, anniversary, black african american,
Form: Verse
Through the struggle of her years
Through the tyranny of tears
She barefooted braved the sun
Breasting children upward to sky
The day beyond the blue horizon
Her songs masked sorrows from the eye.
Through the slanting slivers of rain
Through the quiet pangs of pain
Her hands were blistered in the care
Of histories with which she robed them
And when stars came late, no fear
Turned her back from the road she charted them
Through the rising tides of flood
Through her blood soaked in the mud
She stumbled but would not fall
Mettling heart with self belief, she
Gave God praise, and would not crawl
This woman forging iron history.
Let others see here white beaches or gold
Let see palm trees swaying stately and bold
Or waters like sapphire in the sun
I see my Jamaica, and her children laughing
This my country where blue mountains run
This my Jamaica from her Stony Gut rising.
Categories:
breasting, politicalblue, children,
Form: Verse