You're ever at my beck and call –
Perfection reflected from my mirror.
On a sail ~
A voyage that carries off my challenges.
All my sorrows and sadness ~
Locked away in your jail,
The yashmak of my despairs and desperation,
Along with all my worries and wailing.
Yet eye-service lurks beneath the veil.
Jordholmen’s public bath
Back in the days of yore, few people had a shower unit they might have had bathtub that was used once a week when the whole family bathed and the loser was the dad usually with daughters by then the water in the tank was tepid
I friend of mine told of a public bathhouse, near the docks, where one could have shower in cubicle, get a towel and a bar of soap
We ran never walked back then to the bath house called Jordholmen, I didn’t have money for cuibcle, but the lady said I could share a shower with my friend, but she only gave us on towel and one bar of soap; well as a capitalist his used the towel first, but that is nothing new
I came quite attached to this bath house, it was a great change to have wash in a bucket of warm water in the living room by the fire, or in the kitchen in the days of May; we have lost hot water in our house in Cascais, my wife despairs for me it is like the old days warming water cleaning bits and pieces in front of the fire
Just a note to the reader: this poem is not biographical - as I don't have first hand experience, but it is intended to discourage anyone who might be considering an abortion
My heart stills, as it silently despairs
Remembering the chill
like a wintery night
My heart dreads the moment when light fades
As shadows reveal
The darkest fate
My heart stills, beneath the darkest thoughts
What was the motive for aborting
The innocent, the pure…
The sweet little infant, who God sent to you
What was the motive? What was the cause?
Why kill the baby – the baby who grows
Beneath your heart….
Such a tiny smile, such a gentle hope
But now she’s up in heaven
I wonder what she knows….
My heart stills, as it silently despairs
Remembering the chill
Oh, a wintery night
Why do I deserve to live when millions have died?
Prays didn't work, even though they cried.
While millions starve, their lives go to waste.
As if their journey were destined in haste,
By hunger, disease, and war undone,
Or beneath nature’s calamity, their battles won?
Is my life worth more than theirs?
Or chance alone spares me from despairs?
Am I just a fleeting breath,
Shielded from their plight and death?
If mercy exists, why does it not extend,
To the broken lives that fate can’t mend?
Or is natural selection’s gentle hand at work,
A blind nature’s shifting thoughts continue to lurk.
No divine decree, no cosmic grace,
Defines the paths we’re left to face.
Just spots of a fragile geographical line,
Between their suffering and what’s called mine.
Why do I live while millions are doomed to die?
If I'm fed while millions hunger fill the sky?
If mercy exists, why is it so rare?
Why does it favor, and why doesn’t it share?
Is life but chaos, an illusion of fate,
Where justice arrives never, or far too late?
Life's Menu
The world is a feast
hosting many beasts
lodging its beings
In a palace of bliss
Serving mystery meals
with knives and forks
tending to fangs and claws
Ripping through life’s menu
Feeding on scorn
Feeding on hate
Feeding on the love of men
Lavishly Catering out despairs
Stylishly rummaging
through the hopes
Spreading buffets
of selected illusions
spiced with chaos
In a world full of despairs, distrust and betrayals.
World one can not lean on nor breathe.
Sanctuaries turned to haunted abode...
Nightmares with bleak future a norm as hope
Long gone,leaves immeasurable void engulfed with Darkness and solitude. Uncertainty lies ahead,steep paths
Leads to illusion. I ask what is the way forward?
Out of this uncertainty comes a firm hand that refuses to
Align with the order of the day, a hand which saves those Who comes to it's succour,like a balm to a wounded soul.
Soothing and comforting, a hand to the drowning souls,
A hand that never fails like the Hand of the Creator.
Born in a family of 13, a tail in line but never allowed this to hamper his goal, a fulfilled being, a pillar and light that shines thru places as opaque as mercury.....
Alas! This hand like an an Angel guides lost ones to hidden hope.
Peter I. the hand that bears the burden of others. Thank you, I celebrate you.Never lose strength in doing good for your reward awaits in life and after life.
Dedicated to you Peter .I.
Under soothing minor key, soft and slow,
The Sound of Silence bares my heart’s despairs,
Hallelujah’s the fourth, the fifth strike low,
Schindler’s List sadness drowns my soul in tears.
The magic mood of music moves within -
Threnody trophy goes to violin.
Plop, plop,
Two drops from rain clouds fall,
How varied their thoughts, I recall,
Both fall upon parched dust,
One feels, oh my life’s all but bust.
The other feels rosy indeed—
I’d fertilize a seed
That would grow to be tall,
Look at my potential!
… …
Plumb, plumb,
Of two drops that fall in the sea,
One feels, ‘I’ve lost identity’,
It despairs lost in sea,
The other, ‘I’ve now become sea,
And marvels at its potentiality.
To her chicks tells a chirpy bird,
What she’d ere from her mother heard.
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Free verse |15.06.2024| raindrops
An epiphany I come from a womb
Yet I'm not wounded
I have sad eyes, but not crying
Where are the butterflies in my stomach
It's fear I'm denying I came from a wounded heart
~
I Come From Heaven first
Temporary now a vessel on earth
My spirit momentarily house in a body
Where my emotions and Consciousness share
Choice process free will unequivocally clear
Body flesh despairs my spirit Covenant unclear
I am at war with my body my flesh
Where the butterflies praise God in my stomach and heart
I inhale my breath blessing exhale
I am above myself
Hallelujah
Amen
In epiphany
6/7/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
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Colour my soul black,
Tonight with your hatred,
Colour my rose black,
Tonight with your fate!
You were the rainbow,
I looked up to
You were the light;
the hope I clinged to!
Colour my dreams black,
Tonight with your brutality,
Colour my hope black,
Tonight with your insanity!
I loved you,
I cared for you,
I sacrificed myself for you.
But you broke my trust,
You stole my beliefs,
You butchered my faith,
And threw me off your life!
You coloured my days;
With unending darkness,
You coloured my life;
With endless despairs!
The tongue of the serpent speaks
Of forbidden fruit and lust
And the fruit of the tree is plucked
For the hand of man is weak
One bite of the apple sweet
And man is naked tossed
In a world of grief and loss
Where the hissing serpent creeps –
The serpent’s in the trees
And he crawls on Mother Earth
At the dawning of the birth
Of the devil and his deeds
And the devil sows his seeds
In the garden where he sleeps
While the woman wails and weeps
At the secrets that he keeps –
Beware the song of the snake
And the serpent in the grass
Who coils and hisses and laughs
As the judgement day awaits –
When the tongue of the serpent speaks
The heart of man despairs
For evil is in the air
And the hand of man is weak
In the shadows, harpies linger as agents provocateur,
for the Fallen Watchers, for pecking order.
Prostitute mercenaries,
addicted to mercury and disorder.
Their claws sharp, their cries a shiver,
their motive insanity from hell's hateful quiver.
They pluck you from the light of day,
leave you in the flames to barter the fray,
to drown in the sea of faith no more.
Till nightfall,
where they tend the fires of a black wind,
poking signal lures,
preying for entropic thunder,
and romantic moon,
lyres to ascend your spirit
for the purpose of dropping you again
in despairs pit and swoon.
Denoting your abandonment and seclusion,
shoeing the fit,
wild horses couldn't drag them away.
Hoping to find you behind chaos's fire-line,
enemy mine,
a broken rhyme-
not asKing for a new day;
a soul adrift, in a sea of doubt,
no compass, no sails, no wind,
no faith, "tag you're it, hide your eyes and don't count."
on being saved from the fade to black
from grey lack of faith.
How endearing the innocence of life was,
When blissfully it started, with a blank canvas,
Cherishing in mother’s love and warmth,
Happy as can be, cuddled in loving arms,
Flaunting vigor of adorable, zealous charm.
Life ran into hurdles as it learned to walk,
Stumbled, yet got up, after every fall,
Giggled and babbled, learning to talk;
And from gibberish, as cogent words formed,
How flawless, pure, beginning of life was!
Soon, as it donned unique shape and form,
Colors adorned fabric of once empty canvas,
In brushstrokes of inspiration and resolve,
Enlisting hope, amidst despairs of loss,
And beams of light upon tenebrous clouds.
On ambitions it thrived, braving passionately,
Yet, encountered unbearable abyss of grief
As doubt and dismay churned in defeats
And failures sprouted within complacency,
Deviating from path of purposeful deeds.
From inner peace, as wisdom vibes chimed,
Life freed from mundane, agitation of strife,
Triumphant when dreams and reality rhymed,
Questing for tranquility in eternity of time,
Retouching feats-unfinished on canvas of life.
He loved me enough to sacrifice His life upon a cross,
Offering me salvation so my life wouldn’t be a loss.
He provided the way for me to be saved eternally,
Changing both my heart and soul, converting me internally.
He listened to all my fears and wiped away my tears,
Protecting me from the darkness of doubt that despairs.
He welcomed me to speak to Him, answering my prayers,
Sometimes sending His angels to me – angels unawares.
He broke the heaviest chains that held me to my sins,
Reminding me that grace is where He always begins.
He silenced the temptations that sometimes tore me down,
Pulling me from the murky past where I thought I’d drown.
He sought me with His grace and love, stirred my heart to believe.
With Him, there is no doubt of the joy that will relieve.
He never lets the shadows destroy my faith and love.
Forever, He is with me – the answer from above.
Jesus will never leave the ones who He saves from this realm.
He brings a peace that assures no grief will overwhelm.
I'm repeating my life
again, although you'll see I have
edited out quite a lot
adverts, slogans, despairs
so I hope you like
the dimension and colour scheme
I have chosen
I am a little concerned
though, why you haven't
shown yet
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