it is not alright to be insistent
that others adopt your belief
so stop the spam please
give us some relief
Increasing one's mileage
though a long-lost child of Earth
hiking in familiar wilderness areas
sluggish, bed-bound days
wandering in the midst of the night
daydreaming with a night light on
snarled up in bedclothes.
discern internal struggles.
simple, intricate, and exquisite
conversions from the Ember era
In the silence, hear faint whispers
I indulge in sluggish laps
I wish to hear your syllogistic reasoning
not believing what is reported
Many people can sleep soundly
All is resolved with syntax
happily soaking up insights into you
whenever you hit the silent button.
Written: May 22, 2023
foot tracks foot prints in
in the snow boundaries shown
harnesses patterns
~
of trail blazed shoes worn
"Timberlands™" conversions runs
runs atop the ice
~
snow tracks giant feet
steps, -my eyes sees he's fallen
now I see the shape
~
of an angel on
the ground indented shape of
heavenly body
12/8/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
The corners the cornerstone of the spectrum is none;
The validity of the spiral quantum some;
Virtual highways run;
Horizontal pathways spun;
Caveat abrasions;
Baptismal conversions;
On slots liaison;
Realities conversions;
Darken tunnels?
A Brother's Love
Hey! brother's you are strange creatures...
Brother's are the people in the world who tease their sisters ongoing none stop...
Hey brother's, with your cunning ways and actions so often, misunderstood not by purpose or otherwise just misplaced...
Brother's with your strong, dominating form of consideration like reflections of thoughts, observations, transformations, modifications, conversions, alterations, revisions of thoughts...
Yes, I call you brother...
Brother's are like lemon & lime, bitter sweet with that tangy twist, of unforeseen wonder, carrying the aroma and fragrance of mystery and enigma...
Deborah Vines 3/31/2019
A true atheist shouldn't bother with skepticism,
Shouldn't feel indignant, after all they simply
Don't believe in Something at all.
A true believer shouldn't bother with conversions.
Shouldn't be so repulsed, after all we share
A belief in Something.
A true atheist shouldn't bother asking why we suffer.
Honestly, they perplex me when they're blaming religiosity,
Not all of it was bad entirely.
A true believer shouldn't bother closing their minds.
Honestly life on Earth can be better if all beliefs
Came respectfully together.
A true atheist thinks we've all been evolving,
A true believer believes we've all been evolving spiritually.
A true atheist and a true believer
Shouldn't bother to dumbfound themselves through debating.
Should be a little more perceiving?!
On the verge of despair
Conspiracy everywhere
Fathom caller
Communicating emotions
Teleporting conversions
Troubles pangs
'emergency"
What's your
911?
12/18/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Encoding seven binary digits in length;
Of so these sequences;
All 'dim ones and zeros'
Bits, radices conversions with divisor two;
An electronic device for storing and processing data, typically in binary form, According to
All 'dim ones and zeros'
Instructions given to it in a variable program.
Personal computer or other Wise,PC, laptop, netbook, ultraportable, desktop, terminal;
Makes calculations, especially with a calculating machine
Of so these sequences;
Encoding seven binary digits in length;
dot-dot-dash-dash
More complicated than that
all 'dim ones and zeros'
An electronic device for storing and processing data
Does it really matter
The man who invented the home computer was
Steve Wozniak, known worldwide as 'Woz'
all 'dim ones and zeros'
Woz
The man who designed and built the first Apple computer
10/04/18
Maybe we're subjugated to
certain subjects and
I revolve around you
while you reflect on me.
Maybe we are light
and part night.
Energy and passion
overflowing; amassing,
Oceans of surplus
maybe your touch unmasks me
while mine
has the opposite effect
covering you.
Maybe we undress
clothing ourselves
in one another.
hot and bothered
and our lips haven't
even performed
acts of sedition yet.
Deep conversations
cause soul conversions.
Our tongue's
provide unbelievable
submersions
holding your breath
innumerably
while I breathe
a good word
upon you
indefinitely
Inhale to your exhale
making love with
the movement of air.
listen ...
do you hear that?
turn off everything and listen ...
it is exquisite - it is precise and pure
like nothing else you've known!
it is what makes all sounds so precious
it is the element that creates the beauty of music
it is the essence of things that give you pause
it spins a miracle from a child's laugh
and a revelation from a lover's heartbeat
it is the sigh of an ocean break
the tremble of the earth's conversions
and the whisper of blood, coursing veins
it is the hush of a storm
the thunder of a breath
the womb of a giggle
and the thread of a gasp
listen ... listen closely
and know well, the wonder ...
silence.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Mid May Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Best Free Verse Poem In May 2018" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
My Pain creates the more meaningful words, and sometimes I have enough pain for the world
I had been waiting but didn't know I’d still be waiting
We talked about the future and goals only for those conversions to stay in the past
Sneaking away to have private talks without the worlds thoughts, late night conversations of feelings looking for answers
I felt safe for the first time in a long time, numbers without meaning because the late nights meant nothing, time spent was wasted, patience and attempts, true love was exempt
You seemed perfect but just up and left without saying goodbye
Do you remember our time in which we captured precious bliss with every step?
Because I do
You left without a reason leaving me to reason with the unknown
You walked out of my life and I wasn’t ready to let go
You were just another heart breaker after you told me it wouldn’t be so
I fell in love with your words instead of letting my heart follow actions to show
p.s. why did you leave…
The church today seems so weak
as the bible isn't giving it's authorative place
so many watering down it's voice
making the gospel's message cheap grace
Maybe so many conversions aren't that
they've confessed Christ but not lived as Christ
the church have accepted their profession
but the consequences are heavily priced
These false professions of faith
have entered in become a member
risen even to high leadership
think of Judas himself need we remember
How can the unconverted live as Christ?
Jesus said you'll know them by their fruit
so we need to closely check each believer
to see what bud is at their root
Do they truly love Christ?
are they fervent in prayer and holiness
studying the word for God's approval
displaying the Holy Spirit's fruitfulness?
As the unconverted are treated
like a converted believer
so the church acts like the world
unable to stop this infected fever
The remedy is to fall under God's
authorative inerrant infallible biblical canon
never be ashamed of this body of divinity
for it will remain after the world is gone
I once met an atheist
You know I never saw her smile
She relented and I had time
So we talked and walked for awhile
The world and its actions were against her
How can dreary perceptions be through beautiful eyes
Her hope was in the money maybe fame
A house of cards built on why's
To my amazement she offered up an open mind
And as we neared our conversions end
I asked if she might consider some advice
she said yes, so I introduced her to my friend
His name was Jesus Christ
In the Garden of Gesimine He bled
Burdens of the world's sins upon His back
Died, ressurrected so we might live again
a pastoral piece (free verse)
He works hard to write of the evils of sinning.
then sneaks home with Playboy to read after supper.
He preaches wrong habits week in and week out but
those same habits are alright when his sun goes down.
He's split between knowing his tight from his loose;
and has yet to distinquish his white from his black
A very dull clerk runs his office in daytime
but at night, he finds her quite bright on a barstool.
Nightly x-ratings range in sight on his TV,
knowing a penchant to keep some things hidden,
Can he learn to reconcile his night and his day?
Will he ever settle what's light and what's dark?
When fear turns to flight will he think he's won?
When his bark comes to bite him, will he think again?
2
December Paris
Winter Paris pavement cafés vacant chairs and poor sparrows look for
baguette crumbs. Artists had gone to their loft conversions, in bed with
their models and plates of goose liver pate, waiting for a better time.
I came across a posh bistro people inside wore silk suits, doors locked;
invitation only. A famous philosopher came out, said something deep
about peace- in broken English- then asked where the camera was.
When he saw I wasn’t a journalist he said: Merde, and walked back in.
At the bookshop Shakespeare, academic tourists had assembled they
looked through books of famous writers, thought of saying that two of
my poetry collections were there, but they looked so educated, wore
capes of superiority and poetry workshop shoes I lost my nerve. Rain,
found a bistro at a side street, had coffee with an Armagnac, thought
of the days when Ernest Hemingway scribbled away here, other writers
too, when Paris was not so haughtily conscious of her artistic status.
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