In a heart full of hurts and pain, un-forgiveness is born,
where love and mercy, has now been torn.
Bitterness, anger and hatred, now sets in,
and a life of sorrows, and sadness begins.
Where un-forgiveness is, contentions will always be,
killing the the Spirit of Goodness, in you and me.
Un-forgiveness, only destroys the bearers own life,
as they struggle each day, in their heart aches and strife.
Misery is never far behind, you know what they say,
misery loves company, it’s always been that way.
So we fight and we argue, trying to gain the ground,
twirling in this darkness, much company is found,
Alone in our silence and peace, we won’t ever be,
if we allow unforgiveness, to keep us company.
Contentions,
trespassing frontiers,
trading feuds,
naval wars:
a social rift devised by
Davy Jones locker.
Someone said that you're either a man or a woman,
well now, maybe Rishi was right, say it if you can;
you may not choose although perhaps it's coming,
how many more will be playing football we're wondrin.
We need a new changing room, we have to be sure,
to make certain that no one's peeping under the door;
what to do about the armed forces, dodgy seems to me,
but in hindsight they could scare the .... out of the enemy.
Sporting events could be a problem if there's about face,
may not be allowed to participate in an egg and spoon race;
these contentions all become just a bit of a silly drag,
when every year you'll need to be one year older to have a ... .
It was just bad enough if I couldn't find a decent breast,
no guarantees now, be careful, you might have second guessed.
They are dead for all eight hours!
They'll rise to wag their fingers!
At that time they will talk big things
That talk to their egos and powers!
They will rise with all their trappings
And recall the last happenings
Including the altercations
And what they told their followings!
While they sleep there are no tensions,
Vindictiveness or contentions!
They sleep soundly, contentedly,
Free of injurious actions!
After eight hours they are surly,
Even spiting all things holy.
They mock even the divine will!
Of course, they reap for their folly!
God, in our heart love please instil
So the cup of wrath we do not fill
In the day hours we are awake,...
That we may not wantonly kill!
Skies star-crossed over treacherous weather
Divided voices splintered in turmoil
Hope dissolved along with burning heather
across four score and twenty summers’ soil
Yet, I have seen redemption in the street
Those in hunger offer their meager bread
Greenery brought to deserts of concrete
Contentions cooled by kinder words, instead
Hearts pump in every color, joining tasks
Over graffiti, painted flowers grow
Arthritic fingers, unasked, sewing masks
As waters to better tomorrows flow
Lifted by hands of greater grace recall
When fences fall, humanity stands tall
9/05/20
Porous pride sucked sassy strength leased
b' bounty biddings hoisted hurls greased.
"f two cods, crushed contentions dangled -
their salient stances 'n' hexed dribbles.
Quoth th' first t' twain bis, "Oft would you grudge?
Knowing that ere thou wert torn trudge
hoisted horizon "f pain punctured.
Why ergo thou'rt "n offshoot "f fractures?"
Torn twain b' lanky liquor smitten
which behove with erst ñ ill'sion driven,
hewn haggard syllables 'n' did robe
fractured folly 'n gullible glows.
Anon skipped torn twain like gazelle,
treading lands as waves - lured limbs hexed.
'20:07:26:10:40
Note:
a) of damp drunkards
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Hexed - Charmed
ii) Quoth - said
iii) twain - two
iv) bis - twice
v) oft - often
vi) ere - before
vii) wert - were
viii) ergo - then
ix) thou'rt - You're
x) behove - suited
xi) erst - first
xii) Anon - Immediately
xiii) Cods - Men
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) "f - of
iii) 'n' - and
iv) th' - the
v) t' - to
vi) 'n - in
vii) ñ - on
viii) "n - an
Sanctify me
for my heart heart is heavy
filled with anger and hatred
unwilling to forgive & forget
holding on to grudges and contentions
relieve me of this burden...OH LORD!
sanctify me
for my thoughts are impure
a corrupt mind that seeks to deceive
bad thoughts haunting me everyday
a pessimistic mind without faith
how long can l live like this?
Sanctify me
for my tongue is with venom
everything i say is poison
with every word that comes out of my mouth;
i can bring down mansions
woe to those who listen!
sanctify me
for my hands are dirty
desperation made me wild...touched the unholy!
now my hands are befouled
unworthy to serve you OH Lord!
sanctify me, so i can win your favor once again.
elicit contentions
Pondering pander
Delightful scatter
Did I mention?
Glorious glander
Delightful pitter patter
Corporate retention
Rejoicing in grandeur
Remissions regrets repenting in Celebration
3/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
salient smile scrunching
punctured physiognomy pulsing
voluptuous chin vying
over mystic memory
with callous contentions
seeped in stupefaction
rusty rubberneck moaning
airy attention fostering
damped dog downbeat
nocturnal ends neighboring
felon results rustling
saucy rebellion smirking
Her dad disembarked;
His monstrous master.
20:01:03:05:07
Note: 42 words.
My idea of the story - A picture prompt.
A girl took her dog with her to meet her father who was a sailor. He'd been away for like forever. He was a loving father to the girl, and a cruel monster to the dog.
Sooner he disembarked and was coming towards her (After few years of departure). At the thought of the replications of sweet memories that'd be restored, she smiled happily at her returning father. While the dog frowned upon the arrival of his monstrous monster: variation of feelings and attainment of pleasures. (Emphasis on the last couplet).
The touch of imperfectionality on some naked truth.
It burns deep into the flesh of happiness,
Yet stands smiling at the laxity of frailty.
A drop of legality would have seared the ice.
Some degree of excess consciousness couldn't avail indiscretion.
So selfish I was, struck the baton to revealing.
Tore down the garment of wonderfulness.
If only it had wrath a shield against grievous consequences.
Strayed from the bareness of my palms, my cherished secret.
Caved in the passing-by of history, are acts and actions I adore.
Regrets bid me awareness but I annex consolation in satisfaction.
Springs of flowing emotions seals my loosed heart.
I'm hung to the persistence of negativity.
Sunk into contentions so absurd to gamble worth for kinds.
DISTURBING THE PEN
what creeps
in?
insanity of sorts,
leaking
in,
instead of out.
it dribbles
out,
like drool or frothing foam.
it comes
from
the inner sanctum,
barely a
stream,
scissors snip away at contentions,
invention of
hate.
bitterness and cacophony invades.
you toss and turn,
laughing.
like a crazy fool, do not turn over
and look at
the underside.
drip, drop, drip,
on the roof of
your head.
clear your mind and begin again,
putting pen to
paper,
even bend and fly that plane.
ramblings are...
just that.
Conjure up a complete thought.
i see you hiding in the
corner,
cobwebs like sticky curtains.
madness laughs
uproariously.
how insane you look when humor beds your pen.
friction of match
complains,
as a scintilla of flame recognizes your waning brain.
9/20/2017
A word play you said! The mimic copycat this day
For hundreds of people to sigh and feel the now
Will take ages to write one and play! Forby and see'
The butter skin the irish eyes tiptoe stepped on ice
Waves of her curles shivered in tense and gazed
Immense coolness peaceful haze and mist in air
All inside that body that stage in silence hallowed
Hello..... Is any one there.....hmm finally..... alone
Kissing glaring dawn in silence, yet polyphoned
Quivering to puff to rush to gust all the throne
And how i never want to walk on that soil again
Just phase, attach how many extensive theories
Just having space; to think without contentions
To reach beyond dreams something never seen
Never heard of, never established before or nor
This is where i stand now.
04/05/2017
Flowing from sad eyes, weeping while mourning
Rivers of tears caused by words of lewd scorning
Angry insults inflict wounds too painful to abide
Garnering grief that no gentle person could hide
Imagine the suffering vile contentions can start
Lamentable lacerations that pierce a fragile heart
Emotional bruises often tear relationships apart
How can sensitive people protect themselves?
Encourage them to look within, where valor delves
Allow no bitter words to be the cause of misgiving
Restraint of an evil tongue would need no forgiving
Take these admonishing phrases into consideration
Safeguard fragile hearts with benevolent veneration
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October 15, 2016 * Acrostic Contest * Sponsored by John Hamilton
Punk is not dead. It was never alive.
We stitched it together from mangled parts
with contents we poured from inconstant hearts
in our basements during bleak nights.
Finding in art the best ways to survive
a world beyond our vague comprehension.
Some wounds will never taste restoration,
some demons may never be exorcised.
We crafted this monster with filthy surmise,
with minds obsessing on rebellion.
Eyes that deny beauty in convention,
and hands craving vengeance and patricide.
With all of our collective contentions,
this lifeless cadaver is galvanized.
The more i write the more i think i learn but its in turn the least that i know. The stories are presented before the face of the author. The permanent bleeding's bled into the paper, a life time since the discovery wonders of the writings of my former self the tale that could have been spun. To sit back and piece the contentions is to only drift further away from the sanity of the destruction. To flirt with the tiny notion of a better life with the same demons of yesterdays is madness. For one to wonder the purpose of them is sicking to the soul, still we question the existence of every day from day light to dusk. The holidays something to experience but the curse returns of the song of the reality if it means alot to you rings threw my song of life once again only to make me question why is it some kinda game for me to toy with the empty void once again
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