Woooh oh, DANCES FOR THE LORD VIRTUOUS
Woooh oh, this is a story of a young girl
She dances for the Lord’s a victorious dance
Dance for the Lord virtuous
She had shoes
But she didn’t need them, need them;
You see the worship vault in her bare foot bear fee,
You see every step by step by step was vigorous, virtuous
She has rhythm yet didn’t need it;
Because she marched danced in the spirit
Whose home are we to judge
You see every step she made glorious, glorious
She had a voice, so she sings she sings
Has no personal song, song
Just sings Hallelujah glory to the King
God’s daughter just danced, danced, dance
in the view of His Heart, Heart, Heart
Yahweh eyes view the moves of His empress daughter, Hallelujah
Dances barefoot as she praises a loud her voice
She dances for the Virtuous
She has rhythm yet didn’t need it
Because she marched danced in the spirit
She dances for the Lord Virtuous
6/22/26
Written words by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2026
Sages sadly sing
LeftBrain dominant songs
of resonant resistance
to crown-caste uppity dispassion
While Muses gladly design
RightBrain prominent dances
for resilient persistence
in root-caste deep compassion.
Sunlight dances through
Window panes and fills the room
Her warmth radiates
Full Moon Hiku 48
full moon mounts high
silver light dances on waves~
dreams softly unfurl.
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she does not walk—
she ignites.
in the dark cathedral of ash and echoes,
she spins,
a silhouette carved from the mouth of a flame,
hips swaying like the last breath of a phoenix.
her dress—
not cloth, but the wind of burning wings,
each thread crackling with a story
that refused to be extinguished.
arms flung skyward—
not surrender,
but invocation.
the fire does not consume her.
it listens.
it bows.
around her, shadows rise—
not to haunt,
but to bear witness
to a woman who does not flee the blaze,
but becomes it.
she is every scorched past
that refused to stay buried.
every no that grew teeth.
every silence that shattered into song.
they said:
"let her be careful—
she plays too close to the edge."
but they did not see—
the edge was her altar.
and she?
the prayer set alight.
she is not burning.
she is the match.
the myth.
the revolution in a red dress.
and when the world asks
how she survived the inferno,
tell them—
she did not survive it.
she danced it into dust.
heart bursts in rhapsody watching garden glow in bridal makeover!
Dancing alone
in a bed of frozen teardrops
Dancing alone
until feet are as raw as bone
until, if only, her heart stops
if only, his breath like soursops...
Dancing alone
Who am I?
I'm that star in the sky
that remains
when all the other stars have run away
I'm the last raindrop
that dances on the rooftop
at the end of a stormy day
I'm that leaf that clings
to the tree
when the other leaves have accepted their fate
I'm the last second
of that minute of that hour
that urges the soul to wait
Who am I?
I'm that call
of the wild that renders
the roar of the lion into sacred art
I'm the last embrace
of the fleeting sun
before the day departs
I'm that note that resonates
with your soul
before the music has a chance to start
I'm the last melody
that trickles into your head
and demands the first payment from your heart
Who am I?
If you know
You know
Death dances on life’s whims
Neither leads nor follows
Waits, wallflower-like
For that last dance
In a secret corner of the mind, where silence dances with shadows,
I lose myself in the simplicity of a moment that asks for nothing, just to be,
letting dreams unravel like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze,
without fear of absence, without the desire to arrive anywhere,
for in the absence of desire, a vast field of freedom is born,
where thoughts find rest in the peace of a diamond morning,
and love, like a river whispering its story among the stones of time,
intertwines with the simple, austere soul, yet full of a nameless richness.
Under the wide sky of abandonment, I rise without wings,
seeking not an end, but a beginning that reinvents itself endlessly,
listening as silence finds its echo in the song of invisible birds,
in a world where the compass points only to the heart of the eternal now,
and where love weaves its tapestry from the unseen threads of eternity.
I’ve been the one who dances
Among gravity devices
I am the soaring one
Who kept dancing
Soaring admit skies
Eagle eyes
10/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2024
Inside my heart, mind and soul
Love dances in a perfect rhythm
It wants to be released
Show me how to love more
How to let the emotion of joy
Overflow
Teach me to be able to give
From the heart, soul and mind
Help me to live more
Life is short on this earth
Only the love we let flow remains
Help me to give, give and give
Autum fluff and bright spirited smiles
a jubilant child of grace and beauty
She kicks up her feet and dances a mile
as the breeze dances, she's electricty.
DANCES ARE SQUARE
There are some dances where different people meet
Exchanging partners enhances the social opportunity
When one glances at another, it makes it all complete
Whether old-fashioned such as the cotillion or quadrille
There’s only one in a million who dances with impunity
As these days, perhaps a civilian or maybe military still
Sword and morris dancing are old and seen as outdated
But as dance steps gradually unfold it does require unity
And bold but ageing onlookers wish they hadn’t waited
Love might she whisper
her sweet nothings
Love might she wish to ignore
Love might she want to hear me
sing
Love
My Love
the one I adore
Love might the warmth of morning
greet me as I kiss your face
Love endearing and calming
Love
oh Love a sweet embrace
Love our melding
might we be together
Love
oh love
my lovers embrace
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