You are not at all odd..In communing with
God, He is The life giver, Source of the great crystal river, satan gives death, in him is no breath, his leadership is in worry
War, anger, pain, no eternity of gain, look now at the world, what it is doing.' You will
Concur, the rule is by, and with fear therefore, just be sincere.' Smile; live and
Love God, before you are put under earths sod.'
Light is the keratin structure
That formed covering my body
Plumage I'm 2 unique bird
Monophonically heard
I concur
Calamus hollow tubular base
I reserve...
(hello), Rachis my soul central solid shaft
Above mine quills
Plumage soft N bold
Contour feathers
~
I spread out my wings I fly
I open up my mouth I sing, high
Generating thrust I steer during flight
I sing, I fly, I cry my whispers are GOOD NIGHT
I TWEET SWEET MELODIES
Filoplumes mine bristles hairlike whiskers
Sensory feathers to feel you in AWE
Feel you in all positions, heaven sent
I soar, I fly complete in environment
I am encased in, contour feathers
Now I'm feeling such, so much better
8/24/26
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
English poet William Cowper
pronounced "Cooper" all now concur
Renown hymnist of Olney
sung most Sundays ..usually
Whatever people eat for snacks,
At home, when they can just relax,
Depends on what their diet lacks
Or what they love to taste.
The salty types, like nuts or chips,
Or pretzels, maybe paired with dips,
Will often find their way to lips
Which end up greasy-laced.
While candies, chocolatey and sweet
Or gummies, quite a different treat,
Might help a craving feel complete
And will not go to waste.
Of course, some snacks are healthy kinds,
Like fruits with pits or citrus rinds,
Or veggies, to convince our minds
Good habits we have chased.
It’s personal what you prefer
And, though my choices may concur
With what you have a craving fer,
My hopes might be misplaced.
For I would rather choke down soil
Than eat the seaweed made with oil,
With sea salt so it will not spoil,
My grandkids have embraced.
in stupor we sink but then we see space blink
meanwhile within, kundalini is at play
with the formless void our consciousness we link
allowing influx of grace to have its way
with pulse of divine magnetism we concur
whence nodes within stir and all boundaries blur
that thus without doing anything at all
we stand tall centred in love’s benign bliss squall
the view from the void mirrors that from form
fulcrum centreless so boundaries blur
tranquil stillness having become the norm
renewing pulse of bliss all chakras whir
to epiphanies that dawn we concur
as both the transmitter and receptor
sensing bliss mists pierce each body vector
It's raining, pouring cats and dogs
Do I care, no let it rain frogs
Happy as Larry
Today I marry
Down the aisle in my bridle togs.
Even if the sun fails to shine
This day is for me and for mine
What'er the weather
We get together
All's in for a magical time.
Cats sweetly meow and they purr
Dogs bark very loud to concur
So in the rainfall
You will hear their call
Getting soaking wet through their fur.
So let cats and dogs have their fun
Let them out when rain has begun
Splashing in puddles
Expecting cuddles
Sorry cats and dogs, that’s not on.
Don’t get confused mates
I’m not talking of any primates
Picking through each-other’s fur
Neither am I asking you to concur
In fact, according to you
There might be very few
Who would have any objection
To helping someone
Especially if that ‘someone’ returns the favour
Goes ‘scratch-scratch’ on others for want of a back scratcher
It may appear as if I’m against social grooming
Please dears, no cause for that fuming
I can very well understand your irritation
Believe me, I’m not pointing at you or anyone
On the contrary, you are welcome to assist me
However, I may not be able to return the courtesy
I know there is a term- reciprocal altruism
And now if you permit, I want to end with this truism
“I scratch your back, you scratch mine”
I am sure without a quid-pro-quo, you’ll decline
Definitely I’m not the one to feel bad or whine
I know, it’ll hold you back and that’s perfectly fine.
“It (the Self) does not appear to me as virtuous or sinful, as bound or liberated, nor does It appear to me as united or separated. I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
We are eternal, self-existent light,
having no attribute and free from stain,
beyond space-time, suffused with bliss delight,
as vibrant consciousness that wears no chain.
We speak of good and bad as an ego,
dwelling in form, separated from source,
yet here too if all beliefs we let go,
we meld with oneness without use of force.
Viewing all that’s manifest as a dream,
bliss mists within stir and boundaries blur,
wherein when we’re still and thoughts cease to stream,
with God’s pulsations of love we concur.
Unless we are by the ego upstaged,
know that light of Self can never be caged.
here I am, within the dream,
amidst objects I myself did conjure
there then thus remains nothing to be done
save with pulsations of bliss magnetism to concur
We have created a velvet gown for the Halloween queen
It is lovely and beautiful, just wait said my friend Fashion McQueen
I had to concur when I saw the concoction that he had created.
It was exquisite, more gorgeous than promised, pretty much underrated.
“He attains to the supreme Self, who is eternal, pure, fearless, formless, and supportless, who is without body, without desire, beyond the pairs of opposites, free from illusion and of undiminished power.”
The breath of God animates inert dust
which then in turn develops an ego,
which distanced from source engages in lust,
till reaching exhaustion, cravings let’s go.
Knowing we’re spirit, not this body-mind,
when with the throb of bliss beats we concur,
purifying heart, once divine aligned,
polarities merge and boundaries blur.
Exiting space time, we see in clear sight,
that we have been to by the scriptures lied,
for who in truth we are, is living light,
which we mark as the day delusion died.
Made in God’s image, we are as is He ~
Once our ego dies, we are truly free
“The avadhuta never knows any mantra in Vedic metre nor any tantra. This is the supreme utterance of the avadhuta, purified by meditation and merged in the sameness of infinite Being.”
As a separate self there is no one here
and therefore actions spontaneously occur,
without any agenda, desire or fear,
divine magnetism causing each cell to stir,
that as with throb of bliss beats we so concur,
we draw in by resonance, mantras from space,
as ever present outpourings of God’s grace.
If the Rainman would concur, I would take all my days cloudy and
all my moments as this sodden one, but to my chagrin he does not.
Things come upon me near the moistened river. The water in the air
takes me back to a Styrofoam cup of juicy minnow bait on a drizzly day.
Countless coconuts swirl down this smelly tributary. They don’t
about each other or about why the tide takes them there it pleases.
You can’t tell me that they do not think like us, or maybe they don’t.
Either way they cannot know the sacredness of watching a ballet
of synchronized raindrops from beneath the water’s surface.
Submitted by Gary Baldwin (Jan 21, 2026)
for the Let it Rain Poetry Contest
We might feel a bit too biased
About the communism doctrine
Though we won’t be too surprised
To find it’s the same old scheme
We were living through and through
Earning, spending, gaining weight
In a slowly moving queue
Checking in before it’s late
That’s what communism about
And its twin capitalism
Sadly they can’t live without
Their shared corruption scheme
Brother communism is cheaper
You don’t have to pay a lot
And in case you won’t look deeper
You can get most that you want
But you wouldn’t need too much
As the ones who think they’re free
We concur in such-and-such
With the reds to make our fee
Not too small, just by occasion
And for ages it’s the same
We could be a worthy nation
But the government’s too lame.
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