Homeless outcast’s shrill plea,
gaunt beggar dripping wet,
I, deep root spirit touched,
by human plight and woe,
kind lights kindle warm deeds
Deeper than the deep Mariana Trench
is the depths of my being's inner shrine
wherein hands of despair reach out to quench
the thirst of gloom as though with love benign
Virtues and vices oppose and resist
each other's moves, like mongooses and snakes
Faiths and doctrines struggle to coexist.
There's never a cure for my inner aches.
A little hope yet clings to my dark nook.
like a dewdrop on the tip of a leaf
This makes my existence flow like a brook
cooling me amidst the heat of every grief
My Mariana Trench has rare treasure.
Am I not rich within, beyond measure?
The crux of light lies,
deep within its flux of afterglow,
in limbo.
Its will-o'-the-wisp,
Aurora Borealis, and St Elmo's Fire,
Its split into rainbow,
Its red shifts in time travel.
All its enigmas within, urge us to set,
the aftermath of shadows, aglow.
DEEP WITHIN MINE SELF LIES
PURPOSE
Deep Within Myself lies purpose The Light in Me Shines so bright Deep within me is focus
I am the lens my of my heart mind comprehends
Even through the deepest dark
Shallow waves momentum shifting blends as the title such
Unconscious bad laden stagnant vessels trying to breathe at naught
Fragrances being denied the breath of the fire has been doused
The cabbage is wilted and sourd there be no sauerkraut
And O' did I mention due to lack of attention I am being detained
Cloudburst gatherings the silver lining cracked not every drop of rain Falls circumspectively on the plains
My heart lungs breath
My soul sees
My arms and hands on praise
The light in me shines so bright
Deep within me focused
I am the lens of my heart's mind
Comprehends even in the deepest dark
I am of I am
Deep within myself I am purposed
3/11/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Deep within my being, a river of desires winds silently,
a longing to open my wings and fly towards truth,
but often I lose myself in the labyrinth of others' dreams,
like a bird trapped in the cage of lost expectations.
Despair envelops me like a fog on the horizon of the soul,
whispering that I am not who I could truly be,
hidden beneath masks woven from the fear of judgment,
fear of not being loved for my pure essence.
In the flow of thoughts, I wonder if I will have the courage
to set aside illusions and embrace vulnerability,
to accept that being myself is the path to the freedom I seek,
that authenticity is the key to the gates of light.
I long to dance on the stage of life without the fear of being seen,
to embrace every imperfection like a royal garment,
despair is a cry of my soul for change,
to allow myself to be who I am, even if vulnerable.
In the silence of the night, I promise to rediscover myself,
to transform despair into courage, into inner freedom,
to learn that the journey to myself is worth pursuing with devotion,
it's the only path that makes sense in this ephemeral existence.
Deep within my being, a river of desires winds silently,
a longing to open my wings and fly towards truth,
but often I lose myself in the labyrinth of others' dreams,
like a bird trapped in the cage of lost expectations.
Despair envelops me like a fog on the horizon of the soul,
whispering that I am not who I could truly be,
hidden beneath masks woven from the fear of judgment,
fear of not being loved for my pure essence.
In the flow of thoughts, I wonder if I will have the courage
to set aside illusions and embrace vulnerability,
to accept that being myself is the path to the freedom I seek,
that authenticity is the key to the gates of light.
I long to dance on the stage of life without the fear of being seen,
to embrace every imperfection like a royal garment,
despair is a cry of my soul for change,
to allow myself to be who I am, even if vulnerable.
In the silence of the night, I promise to rediscover myself,
to transform despair into courage, into inner freedom,
to learn that the journey to myself is worth pursuing with devotion,
it's the only path that makes sense in this ephemeral existence.
The more we
allow ourselves
to feel
what lives
deep inside,
the more familiar
it becomes to us,
giving us
the confidence
to express it
The more
what lives
deep inside
comes out
and finds
its way freely,
the better
it can heal
all that once
was broken
Darkness creeps, slow
Thoughts weigh, cold
Hope fades, still
Born of Christmas day to heal the world to save
this child of love expelled His rarest gift, His light
He shone upon the earth from deep within a cave
On that first blest Noel like a star in the night
He shared His worth His joy so lovingly and true
this child of love expelled His rarest gift, His light
Gathered in a stable where animals withdrew
this Jew of Saintly cloth was born but never cried
He shared His worth His joy so lovingly and true
Bethlehem star of Peace, He could not be denied
inside a world of sin a Savior soon would win
this Jew of Saintly cloth was born but never cried
He could be our brother, our sister, next of kin
this warrior of truth, this man of Sacred Grace
inside a world of sin a Savior soon would win
Holy Shroud of Turin the imprint of His face
Born of Christmas day to heal the world to save
this warrior of truth, this man of Sacred Grace
He shone upon the earth from deep within a cave.
Precipitation continuously falls
Nary dry spot upon all the walls
Stuck inside in the dark gloom
The gramineae's glume
Untouched though.
Tombs'
Far below
Vaults deep in earth's womb
Caskets drenched may flow in flumes
Nothing can stop the rainfall or stalls
Precipitation continuously falls
Contest: Writing Challenge-Andaree Form
Sponsor: Constance
Written: 01-22-2023
Matthew 23:27-28
New International Version
27 “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean. 28 In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness.
Frequently, fragrantly followeth I
Fickle and fallow and famously shy
New love is true love and true love is known
Not by the seed but the need to be grown
Fortune may function to fashion your fate
Finding the future of passion is great
If your position is painfully pressed
Feign your audition and gainfully rest
Blamelessly fighting the urge of the pack
Shamelessly citing the courage they lack
Purely delighting the young and the old
Surely inciting the tongue of the bold
Sleeping is meant to be well by the way
Reaping her scent by the smell of the day
Keeping her bent to the vent is the key
Seeping that went from the tent next to me
Leaping about is the essence of fame
Deepening doubt is the presence of blame
Death is the vagrance of hope in the beast
Life is the fragrance of love in the least.
Submitted to the "Rhyme Rumi Quote" Poetry Contest
On August 11, 2022
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
My heart burns low
My mind churns aglow
My soul burns high
My spirits fly and die
My desire is so grief-stricken and beautiful
My love’s fire burns on in my lonesome soul
Home is life to the flesh of my bewildered bosom
Alone is strife — guitar strings begin to strum
Woeful and guilty of what lies ahead
Strange things go through my head
Dread hangs me with a lowly noose
Instead, it leaves me with a bruise
I am, I am, I am
God’s long-lost lamb
I am a broken dam
Angrier than a ram
I am, I am, I am
His child, but lost in sham
I am an unspoken word unheard of in this land of you-will-eventually-understand
I am an absurd bird in the sand…I am a band without instruments — so out of hand
I am stronger than I realize and I’m glad I made a stand
To stay by your side, holding on to Your right hand
God symbol there may rise
Protected through all time
Now he reminds
God is our Savior
Who broke all the barriers
Like the beauty of France
We found our romance
The world had it treasure
We chose not to measure
God anointed
Will not be avoided
God is ready to dance
Prepared in advance
Come forth my sheep
No longer sleep
This kiss he gave
Will help you save
Blessed by the rain water
He kept within her
This is not a ruse
We shall bring along good news
Beauty exists
Not just in your eyes
Not just in your children’s faces or their baby smiles.
Beauty exists in this world of raw.
A green leaf in springtime
A night of winters roar.
A robins song and a snowdrops bloom
A buzzard soaring and wild tides under the moon
Beauty exists in the smallest things, the touch of your hand, the tears of joy you bring.
Beauty exists in every living being, the whales of the oceans, the trickle of the stream.
The world is beauty in its truest form, you are my world, you are my home.
Deep within the crevices
Dire valleys deepen
Hearkening to the Thunder
Channel Rivers spiral
Voicourss thunderclouds
Clapping loud
Sun beams bright
Focusing on it lights path
Darkness Shadows await the night
Moon switches places
Evening tides river rides
The grounds follows
Deep within the crevices
8/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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