I pray for you often;
This is true, in truth I do;
I pray for your abundant, your assurance;
And your break through;
Often I think of just blessing you;
With just minimum prayer I substance
I wish of you longevity of life and grandeur days:
3/16/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Each and every time I see you - a sensation forms
Generating vibes that keep me warm
Every time a sensation exists
Travelistic moments that never miss.
Each and every time I hear your voice
You seem to leave me no choice
So, I fantasize on the vibrations
That brings about a lovely sensation.
Each and every time I'm close to you
I experience something spanking brand new
Lovely moments in many fashions
Creations from the heart - Pure love passions.
Each and every time I hold you near Babe
I let my mind run free - and lay
Nature begins to take its course
And nothing but love begins to endorse.
Each and every time you grant me a kiss
Something unique tends to exists
Glorious moments - beyond compare
No one could create a more gracious affair.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
Each microsecond makes a soul
formed piece by piece in the human mold,
a person soon for arms to hold,
a love that can’t be parted or sold.
We are tiny bits of one great whole
in a universe that’s precisely bold.
The crumbs in crusts will soon unfold
to make our lives a story told.
These minutes on this Earth we’ve stole.
Count seconds that are precious gold
or every footstep leading up to old,
the warm days that become the cold.
9/1/20
All The Little Pieces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Walk Each And Every Gentle Step And Dearest Mile
Deny ravages of Time and its ill Fated winds
let sun's bright, promising rays penetrate and heal
If destined to outlive dear families and friends
consider it not Fate's wrath you may sadly feel.
Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek
for 'morrows bring sweeter dreams to investigate
follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks
as manna gifted, behind heaven's golden gates.
Upon streets welcoming with cheer and open arms
walk each and every gentle step and dearest mile
For only love exists there, never any harms
upon each angelic face, rests a joyful smile.
Wake to explore this great world, its hidden gems seek.
Follow Light and Truth for there nirvana thus peaks.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-06-2019
Sonnet
Each and Every Aspect
Love God's each and every aspect,
Ways He has said that are correct;
Things have done,
And saw His Son;
In my prayers, feelings does detect.
Jim Horn
G-ive love each and every day,
R-egardless of one's color and race;
A-ll the time, all the years,
C-reate joy through warm
E-mbrace.
M-ake anyone so delightful
A-bout the life full of love;
R-ight before one's eyes,
C-onnect with grace from above.
I-n spite of the devil's hate, let harmony reign the heart;
A-nger, pride, war and chaos from the mind must depart.
F-eel the greatest emotion,
R-elease the hurt and pain;
O-pen your soul to gladness,
N-ever let the ache remain.
D-ay twenty-seven in July,
A-nother chance for mirth;
R-ecord of sadness shall turn
I-nto a fun file of your birth.
N-ow is the opportunity to take the night away;
A-lways make yourself available, give love each and every day.
E-ach and every word
L-ives within the line;
M-essage is loud and clear,
E-ither ear needs no
R-ewind.
S-ee each and every word,
A-im at an acrostic;
L-et the eyesight stay keen,
V-ision is not enigmatic.
A-llow the thought to bring
D-elight to mind June third;
O-pen your eyes and peruse,
R-ead each and every word.
Every year is a bounty
Each day a blessing
Every moment a godsend
Each breathe impressing
Every friendship an honor
Each child a treasure
Every grandparent of value
Each mate, your measure
WIZDUMBs by JA 545
G-ive love each and every day,
R-egardless of one's color and race;
A-ll the time, all the years,
C-reate joy through warm
E-mbrace.
M-ake anyone so delightful
A-bout the life full of love;
R-ight before one's eyes,
C-onnect with grace from above.
I-n spite of the devil's hate, let harmony reign the heart;
A-nger, pride, war and chaos from the mind must depart.
F-eel the greatest emotion,
R-elease the hurt and pain;
O-pen your soul to gladness,
N-ever let the ache remain.
D-ay twenty-seven in July,
A-nother chance for mirth;
R-ecord of sadness shall turn
I-nto a fun file of your birth.
N-ow is the opportunity to take the night away;
A-lways make yourself available, give love each and every day.
R-ainy night is already gone,
I-n March twenty-second day;
C-old chill starts to warm,
O-ne lonely dusk fades away.
J-ust another morn has broken,
A-fter the twilight is over;
Y-our birth brings much mirth, causing fun and laughter.
A-s the shadows disappear,
L-ight is shown in the sky;
V-isions of amazing wonder
A-re showing from up high.
R-eflections of the gleams
E-ndorse the brighter space;
Z-estful sun is shining in each and every place.
A-fter the midnight is gone,
N-ovember third early morn;
G-leams from the sky above
E-ases the day you were born.
L-et the dark shadows turn
I-nto a bright sunny day;
C-hill, dusk, and twilight
A-re slowly fading away.
N-ight storm and cold wind
A-re turning into a fine clime;
R-ain in torrents disappears,
V-iew from the ground is sublime.
A-ccept the words of warm wishes
T-ill they soothe your mind;
O-ne perfect promise of love lets you think of each and every line.
The best day of the year is every day,
Having its own concern or matter;
Everything under the sun
Is willed by the Almighty Father.
The first early morn of the year
Is observed in fireworks display;
The dawn of the newborn
Is celebrated on his birthday.
Dates of graduation, wedding,
And other joyful occasions are heard;
A mournful demise moment too
Is annually remembered.
Within a year memories of disasters
Or events occurred fade not easily;
Indelible marks they leave
In the hearts of humanity.
At the end of the year
People give thanks to the Lord;
Grateful for His unceasing care,
They vow to follow His word.
Each and every day does promise
A new hope and a fresh start;
We must treasure it in our life,
In our soul, mind and heart.
No figure in the whole calendar
Has in the world no big role to play;
For the best day of the year
Is each and every day.
Each and Every Vicissitude
How about this for a short one?
What should be instrumental and we include?
In all of life and each and every vicissitude
Which by you were included and expected
But people like Trump I stand corrected.
Jim Horn
August 27th, 2016 is our fiftieth wedding
anniversary and my Poetry Soup Premium
Membership is running out. Do not have
the money to extend it.
Each and Every Call
(In response to Sara Kendricks' poem "Moonbeams"
Dream came to me after for days drifting
I enjoyed so much and was very uplifting
Spiritually to me and could count days
God had received all of my much praise.
But, what if any prayers I never had said
In early morning or before going to bed
Or that I did desperately end up in need
Would God still find me and always feed?
Saying prayers is such a simply thing to do
And sometimes may end up being a few
Words about how God and you are related
And times He with you calmly communicated.
But, I really do have this true confession
God, absolutely should never try to question
If you accept on faith will never, ever fail
And forever your boat shall smoothly sail.
Jesus was on earth and in heaven does abide
And main reason on cross that He had died
From our sinful nature be able to save us all
After we have heard His each and every call.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
At first he only was a friend, And then loved him much in the end; To many I
might have been hilarious, But to others my position was precarious.
It is amazing how people interpret things, And sympathy and much emotion it
brings; Some were pleasing while others produced heartache; Back to heaven
one day my soul God will take.
Time and several things are so fleeting; Now that both God and I are meeting;
What I had done was only simple and plain; I got wet while standing in the rain.
Feel sorry for those I left behind, Now that I have my peace of mind; There still
is much more to say, And I will pray for them each and everyday.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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