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Redaction of Treasury Note

A world stabilized by signature
Completed comprehension of letters
Leaving of all accounted
To begin work without support
Endowing the mind of all alive
Without distraction
The treasury note
Bill is paid
I spoke nothing in tongues
Check is written forth
Before failure begins a new
Annuity is gained interest from slovenly designed
Augment of an unhoused mind

Redaction of treasury note

Labor has de fine as wage
Add of time in coursed labor
Constriction of appendage is resignation

Delphic

Title 1

"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." ... by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The written word bears roots abound
Hail favored mist of hallowed ground
Announced breathtaking full-filled air
Spreads out enjoyment summons fair
Forgiving trailed Earth's crowning Star
Forest startup's reserves stretched far

Healthy hoards and wholesome intakes
Fresh novel minds elsewhere, retakes
Obsessed consumed florists stationed
Lives styled out stretched reawakened
Seedlings advanced Heavens promised
Groundbreaking achievements calmest

Cob-web silk thread eight-legged shooters
Tethered roots edged equaled footers
Floods 'neath grounds raise the gigantic
Psalmist summoned lessened frantic
Misplacements sequenced adjustments
Cause coursed through major monuments

Misfortune causeway lengthens aches
Stressed strung-out unmeasured outtakes
Commons traversed rights owned presence
Neighbors challenged core quintessence
Claimed righteousness labors bear fruits 
Attributes are well-served ... grassroots.

I SOUL BE MY NAME IS James Edward Lee

I see myself as myself
My truest self
Isn’t physical
Yet, energies, calls
I am

A child of a living King
I’m a child of a Holy God
I am His Beloved one
My name predestined
I am

James Edward Lee Sr.
My name predestined
I am first a burst of energies choice
Spoken into existence 
By Father Elohim

Of an outcome 
A coursed event determined
 In advance by divine will
I was created so “soul” to be birth 
From above I so be

James Edward Lee


1/31/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Son Of God

Lok at me, and look at me again,
do look again, now look deep within
I smile through tears, I bear all your pain!

trust in me and let me wash your sins,
cross I carry is of your burden
blood you see is your blood through my skin!

path I walk on are hardship laden,
the lashes that cut me hate smitten,
I take pain so your visions widen!

from the day the apple was bitten,
evil has coursed through all of your lives,
I come to redeem thee, it’s written!

lashes bite like million bees from hives,
they may crucify me high with nails,
trust in god for he takes what he gives!

be amongst you ever in spirit,
look at me, and look at me again,
reborn, see me in each child there is,
I smile through tears, I bear all your pain!

Written 6/12/2023
God’s only son-  poetry contest
Regina Mcintosh sponsored 
9 syllables each line
5 tercets and one quatrain = 19 lines
aba bcb rhyme sequence.

Revenant

Dank
darkness
was always
settled around.
It was all I knew
of the near universe.
Stale, stifling, suffocating
in my broken and spilt trundle
leaving bitter, morbidly clammy
earth enshrouding my body and being.

A crack in the soil, or in time perhaps.
Slivers of light split the filthy floor,
crawled over ornate catafalque,
and continued its approach,
like winter's blinding ice,
to my exposed bones.
Warming flesh grew
and coursed with
new - life
blood.

Death Sentence

Death of a friend brings sorrow, 
one that doesn’t last for tomorrow,
Question’s if friendship built on lies,
As we call a friend that dies,
Not from life, but just from yours,
Doors that once were open, are now closed,
A friendship you wonder if it was forced, 
One that was coursed into not having anywhere to go,
A friend that seeped in slow, one that went with the flow,
The safe becomes dangerous, 
You say I know you,
You say it is true,
But my faith, mind, and heart, 
complicates as the distance grows,
I knew you were too good at the start
But your lies are like water when it flows,
Who really is it you want to be,
With us or the lies that lie six feet,
To me,
It leaves a bitter taste on your tongue of defeat, 
The work of lies and deceit,
Tell me was it worth all the pain and the grief,
Now that you will be stuck in the seat,
A death sentence is the eye of the beholder,
But truly nothing will change the mind's eye,
It's easy to fool one's heart when there is a mirage of beauty, 
But the mask melts to the core is nothing but rotten irony.

Beg of Night

The dawning sky   lightened
   as day crept up   the horizon
   pushing Night   
   toward his exit   passage
While all of early rising
   could hear   the wind of Night
   pleading piteously   to the Day:   

Do let me stay   cast me not away
   from Earth, my love   so dear,
His grieving   tears
of pink and rose   bright scaring
   early morning sky.

Good-bye,   good-bye,
   cried the Night   to his beloved Earth
   each clock tick   away from you
   I’ll cry
His sighing scattering   adrift
A ream   of puff white   handkerchiefs
   to cloud-dot
   Day’s blue fresh sky.

Such was his sad farewell
   to his love
   dear Earth.

So   in wait
Night coursed the southern 
   back world
until the hours
   be clocked away,
Waiting for sunset
   when he   would chase
   a tired Day away
in a dazzling blaze     
   of streaked glory,     

To then  again
softly shroud
   his beloved Earth      
in his loving arms
   of Night.

Tasting

Treacly sweet is the juice of summer berries, 
enervating me to anticipate it upon my lips.
Savoring the confection of melted chocolate 
is a delicious flavor to lick from my fingertips.

Intoxicating my palate, is a decadent wine.
Ripened grapes leave me in a euphoric state.
Bacchus would claim, "It's simply divine!"
To slake my thirst, I'd not choose to abate.

But there are other flavors, not so appealing...
salty tears that have coursed from my eyes
or the taste of goodbye from a lover's kiss.
Bitter is the sapidity of a soul's sorrowful cries.

After tasting pure honey of unmitigated love,
there can be no substitute for the syrupy mead.
When sipped from lips, once tenderly kissed,
the desire for more becomes an obsessive need.

A Look Into Graceys

She sailed on her tidal madness
waiting on time to unravel her
depths of insanity 
while the wave of turbulence
coursed through her veins

She is lost in her own odyssey 
pillaged by Fate
she lost all
leaving her in a Robinson Crusoe 

hungry skies with reddish eyes
& rumbling stomach , rained tears
lashed with anger 
calling for emergency

Warning signs, ringing loud
salient voices conversing with the wind
shadows laughing 
mocking her caricature
crucified on a pike 

who will bear her cross to Golgotha?
who will roll away the stone?
her loft disappeared into oblivion
waiting to be seen in her nothingness
looping back and forth
To be crowned Chaos Queen

Ate Me Up

Growing up, we were taught to be thankful for what we got
Never envy.
Because jealousy leaves the heart to rot
And relationships in a frenzy.

So, I didn’t. I never envied another.
Until I saw you. Sitting on that bench.
I started to envy the wind that coursed through your hair.
The leaves that brushed your skin ever so slightly.

And before I knew it. I was jealous of every lifeform that called you ‘theirs’.
I wanted to see you every day, just like they did.
I wanted to hug you, just like they did.
I wanted to be able to love you freely, just like they did.

Jealousy ate me, devoured me and I let it.
Because if it was for you, I would surrender to it.

The Old Tower

wind strives to rumble throughout my four walls blasting harder as day becomes night
knowing not the resolve now possessed by all forces driven forth upon earthly delight
unkempt admonitions grueling weathered conditions still fester a natural heyday
see my history shows hear that everyone knows I once feted a vast stronger foreplay
royal dreams filled my rooms like a torrent awash softly veiled plating pharaohs reprise
feigned ideals formed and went few were left to relent the metropolites gotham of lies
I was grand I was famous my spires commanded a tenurial coursed bright cognition
crowds would wildly applaud or calmly ignored vaulted structure it's nuanced ommisions
all the world of renown sought to bask round the crown in this portal good fortune fey fame
yet as all things become the one not to be seen I stumbled through time lost and lame
while fine frescos fumbled and all murals crumbled speak defiance to bare open admission
for remaining a vision this staid old commission looks a new sutured close bar all shame

Jealousy

I saw you, 
Such a beautiful thing,
Enraptured with another,
I have no place to feel this way,
No reason to feel such a thing,
Yet jealousy coursed through my veins,
Both of us have moved on,
Though I must admit,
Such things are not complete,
To fall for someone as I did,
I cannot simply leave such things behind,
A hoarder of hearts,
A merchant of love,
Who can blame such a thing upon me,
To see you happy without me,
To watch you grow as a person,
Jealousy, such a beast,
Does not leave such things,
For I still feel for you,
Things I have no right to feel,
Yet somehow I bury them,
For the better,
I bury these sweet feelings,
Only to delve into jealousy at such trivial things,
Perhaps love is not meant at certain times,
Maybe I was destined to love you,
Though now is not the time,
Perhaps not even the right life,
Live free, my dove,
Boundless amounts of youth,
Forget all we will never build,
Be happy in the ways you must,
For I will never be,
My heart is forever broken,
As fate incites

Corrupt Leaders,

Corruption is always a disease,
It kills the the poor of every size,
It Affects young people who want to rise,
And corruption is the main course,

African leaders your corruption is top,
We youngsters we have no hope,
It has become very hard for us to cope,
We youngsters we are in a tight rope,

You are taking all our wealthy,
Even we have no cloth,
Because of your greedy on this earthy,
African leaders you have coursed our death,

International community block this corrupt leaders,
They pretend to be  road builders,
By giving constructors  high orders,
Only to finish the youngsters,

After the Hurricane

I lay broken in the sand, wind swirled around me
Waves lashed against the shore, I heard the storm’s roar
My friends washed ashore in the early morn
After the hurricane, everything was gone.

I lost my ship, I lost my friends
I lost everything worth living for
I was all alone near the coral reef
I had to live with my grief.

Yet I couldn’t sink into my thoughts
For soon a tiger charged at me
Strength and anger coursed through my veins
And I kicked higher than Bruce Lee

I dragged its carcass to the beach
My mind miraculously clear by now
I made a hut, I grabbed a fruit
Now for my old life, I did not root.

Years later, the hurricane struck
But this time, I wasn’t afraid
I walked out with a smile on my face
To see my dear old friends again.

Echo

echo, love ...

au contraire ...
when I wanted to see you
I closed my eyes
when I longed for your whisper
I screamed at the moon
when I craved your taste
I starved myself like a madman
and shed my skin
when I could not touch you.

I have searched your blossoms
to find only thorns
I have traded ten angels
for a demon, reborn
I once walked among giants
in your tiniest shoes
and plucked your strings -
your heart's aching strings
with naught ... but blues.

your walls ...
I climbed them, formidable
only to leap, lost, to your darkened depths
I swam your passion
but was dashed to ruin on your reef of apathy
ago, I coursed your very dreams with wild wonder
only to wake ... a nightmare ...
unanswered questions blooming like tombstones
dappling meadows ... in war.

love, echo.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Completely Your Choice (27) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

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