Love came to me like a warm fire
Hugging me in a cold wintry night
As a burning bush you engulfed me
In your flames of desire
A little delay till our souls met
Never caused any harm
It was God's miracle
That brought us together in this cosmic bond
But it takes time to embrace the pain
Of not having you near
And loving you wholeheartedly strong.
Ridged, broad and corky wings.
Translucent—your yellow
Iris sits behind the morning veil.
Short season of striking
color. Greed spurs you, or hope
Huddled against the bursting
Of a cursed idea. It will
Spread like children, carried
By the breeze that tickles
Your lobed capsules. They catch
Like sails. You would unfurl and fly
Instead, dragging your webbed feet
In the face of becoming, pallid
Bolts of cloth ensconce you. A virgin
Steadfast and shaking checks the hem
For stains on her
pure white
wedding dress.
“The Burning Bush”
At the Burning Bush
the dance cards
were passed
from palm to palm
the flowers plucked
from the wall by green
lounge lizards grinning
“music saved my life”, she said
“poetic”, the Comme des Garçons
like a boy on roller skates said
circling like a shark with
two in hand for what it’s worth
the Burning Bush girl remonstrates
she understands,
“Tango Down?
That’s not a question.
Now.” she demands
“It’s a right Charlie Foxtrot,”
he says skating backwards,
“Look at all that Chest Candy,
it’s enough to make you
want to put on your
Jesus Slippers.” Front on
she bats her eyes, like
its a home run, she replies,
“It’s a real Soup Sandwich
out there Oscar Tango Mike
the Alpha Charlie Ate-up Bravo Zulu
deploy your Sky Blossom,”
she says, back to the wall,
“Tango Uniform
Delta,
Tango Down
Charlie Mike
Oscar Mike
Kaos captive,
Agt 99, H.Q.
holding Control
down”
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush"
codes embedded in dossier boxes, below
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live
As God blessed them all with love to give
Allow them a voice
And men lose free choice
And no one wants that alternative!
See, Bathsheba looks hot in the tub,
gives King David a bit of a chub.
He exclaims, “Lordy, Moses!”
then, Uriah, disposes,
and gets burned when he burns for that shrub.
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H/T to Rico Leffanta's Oral Robbers
O’ burning bush, where should I look?
Your fires burn infinite;
Those ambers a blaze;
Yet in the cinders golden haze;
You sparkle, always…
11/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
We may know what’s right and still do wrong
Greed and envy run our inner world
Like a crazed drunk bee we like to sting
Even as the blackbird is in song
The darkness of the heart will on it fall
We may know what’s right and still do wrong
We love to think we are the Queen or King
Perfect in our power , oh iron the walls
Yet crazed drunk bees can float on high to sting
The hurt inside the heart can last too long
The self retreats , the matador has failed
We know the end , the bull will kill the throng
When God came down , our spies soon had him nailed
The burning bush , the little voice, the tales.
We may know what’s right and do the wrong
Take pleasure in our violence, kill and sting
Oh burning bush, talk to me
Ignite in me
What you want of me
So I may achieve glory and your liberty
Forever
and
Ever
I want to be eternally with you
In
Heaven
Thank you Father
For just being
DAD
Eternal flames burning in my heart
As my shoe-less feet walk on your grounds
with raised hand I lift your Name
Glory, Father
Your bush burns on
Thank you Father for talking through the fire
Ignite in me
What you want of me
So I may achieve glory and your liberty
Forever
and
Ever
I want to be eternally with you
In
Heaven
Thank you Father
For just being
DAD
4/5/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
watercolors bleed through the waking woods —
nebulous November fog
releases crimson shade
11/26/2018
JUDGEMENT SPEAKS THE BURNING BUSH
I've been to many mountains'
Laid down in many valleys
Drinking the sin out my personal fountain
Now I am suffering badly
I stand here in awe
Listening at the wind
When I should be listening to the burning
the burning bush
I've eaten my pride
Tasted like rancid pie
I died in the flesh
Nothing left should have listen to the Lord Jesus Christ
And not the devil or myself
I stand here in awe
Listening at the wind
When I should be listening to the burning
the burning bush
10/12/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
LISTENING TO THE BURNING BUSH
I've been to many mountains'
Laid down in many valleys
Drinking the sin out my personal fountain
Now I am suffering badly
I stand here in awe
Listening at the wind
When I should be listening to the burning
the burning bush
I've eaten my pride
Tasted like rancid pie
I died in the flesh
Nothing left should have listen to the Lord Jesus Christ
And not the devil or myself
I stand here in awe
Listening at the wind
When I should be listening to the burning
the burning bush
10/12/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
The burning bush
T-till the world is
H-healed from
E-every lies her
B-bush leafs will keep burning not
U-until humans
R-returns back to love then
N-never will
I-ignorance push us
N-near to no ending
G-genocide anymore
B-believe it or not
U-until the whole world
S-settles to live in love
H-her bush will ever keep
burning through our finger's to our Lips!
Note!
the burning bush is the herb.
Trapped beneath the burning bush
The crackling of the fire.... /whoosh
The flames engolf all that is round you both.
I cannot reach/ I cannot get to you two/I have broken my oath
I promised no harm to ever come your way/ my vow was broken on that day.
I pledged to protect them at any cost/ on this day all was lost.
I heard their cries/ begging for assistance.
I could do nothing/ no matter my persistence.
I stood as though frozen in time/ our lives flashing before my eyes.
Every word/every memory/ all fell in line.
I could not cry/ disbelief.
Their lives extinguished/ taken by a thief.
I awoke/ a dream?
What did all this mean?
My husband was at gym/son still asleep.
Overactive imagination/ caused such a terrible sensation.
They live/ they breathe
The fire/ not real/ relief.
~mp Nov 18 16
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Should I leave here
Should I go there
Will they like me
Will I like them
Will I manage
Will I persevere
What if I fail them
What if they fail me
Would they welcome me
Would I be judged
Would I be secluded
Would I be loved
What about my comfort zone
What about my safety blanket
What about my abilities and know how
What would this new risk cost me
Would I still wish
Would my dreams change
Is this the right decision
What about the short term
What about the long term
Do I even have goals?
Why now?
Everyone truly has a burning bush moment. A moment when they are faced with a question. "Will you serve God alone, or will you serve Satan?" For without a full surrender you can do nothing wholly. Without a full surrender you might as well go back to the starting block and begin again. It is at the time of full surrender that our journey becomes easier. The weight of the world is removed and our burdens are shouldered by our Shepherd. So the next time you are faced with a golden opportunity to serve the Lord, lay your earthly burdens at his feet and pick up your cross. He is the joy in the journey.
Gwendolen Rix
10-18-14
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