Jesus came here on His Father's authority
sent down on a divine mission
speaking the word of God from above
to tell of the great commission
God the Father loves His only begotten Son
giving all things into His hands
so Jesus brings His own to Himself
that His own true word will stand
They are those that believe not the Son
resulting in the fact that they won't see life
out of their own foolish heart disbelieve
this unbelief brings its own strife
God's believing people believe the Son
so as a result, receive life everlasting
bringing joy and assurance to their hearts
with a peace that's forever lasting
This divine authority is truly biblical
proven by Jesus life on earth
His words and actions displayed truly
all of His attributes in His life and birth
(John 3:34-36 )
("For he whom God hath sent speaketh the words of God: for God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him. The Father loveth the Son, and hath given all things into his hand. He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.")
READING, ,WRITING , ARITHMETIC ,
COMMUNICATION UNDISGUISED .
LOGIC , REASON AND UNDERSTANDING
ONE MIGHT BE CONSIDERED WISE.
ILLOGICAL CONVERSATION
NONSENSICAL IN A WAY .
UNFORTUNATELY IN THE MEANTIME ,
WE DEAL WITH IT EVERYDAY.
UNREASONABLE OR BLATANT BEHAVIOR
MANAFEST IN THE MIND.
MAGNIFIED OR DISPLAYED IN PUBLIC
IT SEEMS ONES LOST THEIR MIND.
A LACK OF UNDERSTANDING
WILL LEAD ONE FAR ASTRAY ,
DIRECTED INTO DARKNESS
WHERE CHAOS AND MAYHEM PLAY.
FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND COUNTING.
ILLITERACY WAS AND IS THE NORM.
FOR THOSE , WHO , DISBELIEVE THE MATH ,
THEY'LL HAVE TO FACE THE STORM.
UNSEEN CONSIQUENCES ,
ARE STARING THEM IN THE FACE.
IF ONLY THEY WOULD FACE THE MIRROR ,
UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF DISGRACE.
WHEN THEY REALIZE THE MANIPULATION.
IT MAY BE A LITTLE LATE.
FALLING OFF THE CLIFF OF LIFE
RAPIDLY FACING FATE.
Michael E Harris
11072025
In a world of lies
Where all you hear is lies
That is what you’ll believe.
But the question still remains,
Why do other’s disbelieve
And seek deeper truths?
“That’s it?”, says my wife, “Tell us more.”
And coming from someone of usually few words
To one usually of more than enough
I’m left speechless.
In a world of lies
The lie lays thick like a bank of fog
Obscuring the dawn.
But all the while dear old Sun
Burns on, until once again
The view of sky is clear.
This is simply the way of the world
The challenge for us
Is to suspend judgement on the day
Until the misty fog of our delusion
Is gone.
“Thank you”, she says.
(9/19/25)
FREEDOM
LOCKED AWAY IN A TINY CELL
FOR HOW LONG MY MIND WON'T TELL
MY MEALS PLACED IN FRONT OF ME
DON'T LOOK APPETIZING SO I WILL NOT EAT
MY MIND SEEMS TO WORK OVER TIME
LOCKED AWAY IN A TINY CELL I WHICH I CALL MINE
NOBODY DARE ASKA HOW I AM
FRANKLY BECAUSE NOONE GIVES A DAMN
THERE IS A WORLD OUT THERE WAITING FOR ME
TINY WINDOWS MAKE ME DISBELIEVE
UP IN COURT IN TWO DAYS TIME
LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET OUT THE CELL I CALL MINE
COURT DAY IS NOW HERE
NOTHING TO SAY NOTHING TO FEAR
BACK IN MY CELL FOR TWO MORE YEARS
NOONE ASKS HOW I GOT ON, NOONE CARES
I'LL BE DREAMING DRINKING AT THE BAR WITH MATES
LOOKING FOR BLOKES TO GO ON DATES
NOW IN MY CELL I DO NOT FEEL SO GLUM
BECAUSE YOU KNOW I'M ON MY WAY TO FREEDOM.
The gods are angry
and growing angrier.
Poseidon views his beautiful ocean
despoiled with garbage,
poisoned and polluted
by heedless humans.
He rages to Hephaestus
and Vulcan, gods
of creation, but, when angered,
purveyors of
fire and destruction.
He exhorts Jupiter, highest
of the gods, for retribution.
And now
the world is ablaze or
buried in snow and ice.
Boreas, god of the North Wind,
unleashes catastrophic winds
that fan the flames
in one region,
turn snow-laden, below-zero blasts
onto another.
Cities are flooded
or turned to dust in droughts.
Crops fail.
Disbelieve in us, they say,
at your own peril.
On the way to my destiny
I came upon an unyielding tree,
saying, “I have not yet any fruit for thee,
go thy merry way.”
I then answered, “Tree, it is my season,
I am here by my destiny’s reason.
Yield to me now, my promised fruit,
while it is yet called TODAY.
The tree feared answering,
“Reach to the highest twig,
There you’ll find one ripened fig,
Take it if suits you now,
For you have just what you say.”
The moral of this story is receive,
Let not even nature make you disbelieve,
The fig tree learned a long time ago,
When Jesus came it’s way.
The truth in translation
knowledge distraught …
He swept through the cosmos
a truant uncaught
His wings never clipped
his sails never trimmed
He flew through tomorrow
a new Seraphim
Those who were watching
their eyes disbelieve
Unburdened by dogma
—transcendence achieved
(The New Room: March, 2023)
You had best be on your toes the merry grandma said.
The Krampus will get you if you don’t watch out!
We were almost too terrified to go to our bed.
Hearing the Krampus outside giving an imaginary shout.
The Krampus is coming, our uncle Ned said, happy to scare.
There was some weird kind of terror floating around in the air.
I don’t believe in the Krampus my big brother said.
I was too afraid to disbelieve for the Krampus might strike me dead.
They're supposed to be good for you, gluten free,
but then a health record may not be a mystery;
now it transpires some may give you polymialgia,
narrowing of blood vessels, kidney problems, neuralgia.
We are animals, need meat and protein so they say,
where is the truth, we ask for proof along the way,
fresh fruit must be okay but eating sugar not so good,
we don't worry, disbelieve what's going on with our blood.
All things in moderation according to my religious sect,
the trouble is that you just don't know what may affect,
if it works for you then I suppose that it must be fine,
it may be too late, you're just too far down the line.
My wife is busy cooking a huge butternut squash,
I don't know about you but I'm not very keen on 'mush.'
"Mothers" - A Conversation with a Daughter
In my 60th year I came to the conclusion that women are gods in their own right. Children worship and fear the power that pulses through their own blood to pin point in a waiting heart, along that road we all journey, happy or sad, just exactly where home is;
and if there is anything to be said of the strength mothers bare in victory or failure, it is this,
we are the echo of our own mother’s dreams, good and bad, and that life never ends at all - the door is always open, take that as you will. Whether we balk at the chance to confront ourselves through what waits on the other side of that door, or we rush through to embrace –
the opening always begins through an entrance -
and that, our mothers bore the pain to let us in, is the hidden key.
You could say, you love or hate your mother.
You could say, you believe or disbelieve your mother.
Mothers are not far from God. Nor that different.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Something unspoken
But deeply known
Healing what’s broken
With the love that’s shown.
An agreement we make when our cups touch down
When we drink and drown in what’s clear and brown.
To us only, love, do we say Cheers
And to you only, love, do I raise my beers.
And together most often we find ourselves rap
In singular beat with our tap tap
Not that we’ve practiced (disbelieve, it still remains true)
But we’ve hacked this (how to know me, know you)
Together And Patient
Toward A Paradise
To Awaken Perfectly
Through Any Price.
Nature’s Walls -
Lifeless rubble, plucked like a rose over the shoulder of a mistress.
How did we not see the wraith between the trees?
As time passes, forget not do the ones who bark instead of see
Moss grows across her to display companionship as a key
Yet man, why do you bark instead of see?
Declaring this and that yours upon a devils decree
As forces naked to you and me sit in disbelief,
I too cannot cease to disbelieve.
Oh, how poor you must be to ignore the life that sits beneath your feet,
Have you truly forgotten of nature’s walls?
Do you always leave those who bare your past within its halls?
Is it not enough for you, to love those who loved you at every call?
Oh man, these questions I ask in hopes you wake before you fall.
One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
Unknown to those who ventilate can leave
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
You spurt out things and deem you're being smart.
Think it doesn't hurt? You're being so naive;
One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
It's far, far so easy to tear apart
clueless that the other could receive
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
A stranger, lover, teller at Walmart;
Don't yell or rant because you have a peeve.
One word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart.
An argument there was no need to start;
because in the end, what did it achieve?
Festering wounds upon a fragile heart
Pause a moment before you speak, restart;
think about your words, do not disbelieve;
one word, thoughtless voiced, can pierce like a dart
festering wounds upon a fragile heart.
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 12th March 2022
The windows half open, yet it’s closed;
I have eight digits and two big toes;
My closet empty yet still full;
Water washes me but I’m dirty still;
I AM BLESSED ENDLESS AS PEACE BE STILL-
All this is less;
Never the less, I’m bless
Peace, peace be still
The doors are locked and I walk in;
I hear you talking but my cell-phones dead;
I close my eyes to all those books I’ve read;
This I’ve said
I AM BLESSED ENDLESS AS PEACE BE STILL-
All this is less;
Never the less, I’m bless
Peace, peace be still
At last
I’ve found the story within the book
Now all I’ve have to do is read it
All this is more;
None the less, never disbelieve
This isn’t real
We’re all…bless peace, peace be still
I AM BLESSED ENDLESS AS PEACE BE STILL-
12/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Things are happening which are deemed crazy by others
In my family, their crazy is our norm, so I keep quiet.
Not wanting to out my relatives or myself.
The more they talk of the “weirdness” which they disbelieve,
the more I feel the temperature of my face rise.
What is the matter? Someone says. You are all pink.
I excuse myself, pretending I am sick.
Wondering why we are in the know
When so many others have no idea
Worse, make fun of things that are our norm.
Maybe I have fallen in with the wrong crowd.
I dust my sandals off and skate to the beach.
Searching high and low for kindred spirits.
They are waving at me from every direction.
Souls who recognize I can see their light.
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