????YOU WHOM I
LONG TO HOLD
I love you whom I long to hold
Holding you it's not impossible
But I inhale when I look with my eyes
When I exhale I am not surprised
Because it's you whom I long to hold
I am holding you in my thoughts
I am holding you in my dreams
I am holding you in my prayers
Because I know that you are forever here so near
And it's He who cares God has given
Given you unto me and I am given unto you
Through God because it's you whom I long to hold
God has told me this is so
We three together make a three cord
You whom I long to holdA beautiful and heartfelt poetic expression of love and devotion.
Evoking a sense of longing, intimacy, and spiritual connection.
Key themes expounding explanation of lyrics
- *Longing and love*: "I love you whom I long to hold"
- *Spiritual connection*: "God has given Given you unto me and I am given unto you"
- *Divine bond*: "We three together make a three cord"
The poem's message is tender and uplifting, conveying a sense of deep emotional and spiritual connection.
November 2 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 23-24
Key Verse – Luke 23:2 … He himself is Christ a King.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING OUR KING
Praise be to God for being our King Who is the:
Good Shepherd, grooming our sanctification
Great Saviour, guaranteeing our security
Governing Standard, grieving over our sins
Gracious Satisfier, girding our sufficiency
Gearing Sender, guarding our stature
Generous Supplier, giving our sustenance
Guiding Scriptures, grasping our supplication
Granting Source, generating our service
Luke 23:43 Praise be to the Lord for promising us
eternal paradise of:
Jubilant saints with His justification
Joyous stewards along His justice
Joyful sowers midst His jurisdiction
Jovial soldiers by His judgment
Jeweled servants for His job
Luke 24:27 Praise be to the Saviour
for expounding unto us the Scriptures of:
Holy instructions for eternal hoisting
Helpful impact for enduring happiness
Heavenly influence against haughtiness
Hopeful impartation of everlasting honour
Healthy illumination midst ecstatic heartfulness. Amen!
November 2, 2024
Traveling down the memory lane paved a long time ago,
I remember when I was completing graduation,
what profession I’d pursue afterward I didn’t know,
one professor gave my career a direction to follow.
A short statured profoundly erudite humble person,
introduced me to the fascinating facets of geology,
and to the intricacies of the earth in a simple way,
expounding its interesting evolution history.
The complex lattice of crystals he made clear to me,
using designed diagrams and meticulous models,
showed me in the field what in the rocks to see,
opened window in microscope on the world of minerals.
His unique way of teaching influenced my young mind,
ingrained in me a deep interest in the marvels of nature,
leading me to continue my studies in earth science,
creating the launching pad for my satisfactory career.
I won’t forget him for I realize with sense of gratitude
how the course of fulfilling life a teacher carves out,
not only by sensible sustenance of the imbibed acumen,
but by molding the mind to be satisfied with the shaped life.
In a house, half-mad, with mother and dad,
And a labyrinth he couldn’t escape -
He trudged the maze, with a string ball, so sad.
The sky’s warm, gay orb, too, was round in shape.
So pretty was she, he dreamt as he marched,
And he constructed a bright plan in his head,
Sweating through shirts which his mother had starched,
He remembered what his father had said.
He would see his girl (the sun in the sky).
Augmenting his arms with two waxen wings,
A catapult shot him o’er clouds so high.
He burned, melted, crashed, his arms then in slings.
Dad said, “too close”, but his expounding lacks -
It was - his wings were inferior wax.
Sirius station 524
serious respiratory
serious resposity
abundant challenge philosophy
profit prophecy men expounding--
on their selfish Glory
not retaining council
praises to themself instead of God's glory
I shall not judge who am I to judge.losess
I am seeking as you are as well
God's perfect love
Trust Insurance
I have found in His peace
And endurance philosophy is flawed
I awaiting the calling the property process
they got me the greater Love
Apparently Agape
Selah Always
2/25/24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
My thoughts conjure up witty words
that merge and converge in my mind;
like a murmuration of birds.
Feelings get released and aligned;
forming a poem line by line,
in which tawdry rhymes get refined.
My muse claims the poem is mine;
but that is not entirely true,
She supplies the polish and shine.
I was mute till She found my voice;
and imbued my poetic pen
with rhythm and rhyme; I had no choice.
I'm like a child in a playpen
whose imagination's free
to wonder every now and then.
My talent is God's gift to me;
expounding on the truths I see.
Dreaming of verdant meadows and amber acreage
flush on the banks of a dazzling blue lake's ridge
Jousting with villains for the hand of fair damsels
or expounding the writ close by the chancel
Forsooth, verily, indeed and indubitably
though others kvetch and moan lugubriously
Verily, forsooth, by my troth and a tad convolutedly
I've plied my trade unfailingly jubilantly
Always meant to be a poet from the age of nine
~ crafting dainty vials of nectar with zesty grape wine
”I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."
Joyce Kilmer
I think it’s as Joyce Kilmer wrote
on trees so lovely made,
expounding through their seasoned lives
of change, except in fall.
In summer their full beauty
bursts forth in lush abound.
Yet it’s in their dying colors
that poet souls are thrilled.
Quickly my head turns to look
at yellow, red, brown hues,
a sunlit hillside palette.
But cautiously I drive.
Oh, to be a passenger
with eyes free to absorb,
the splendor of the trees in fall,
that die in Godly grace.
Showering bands of leaves descend
in paths to lead me on.
No longer must I turn away
from safety just to see.
Filling my mind with vain desire
to poetry nature’s trees,
I understand as Kilmer did.
No poem fairer than these.
10/17/2022
Fall Flavors' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Theme: Taking a fall drive
I browned a pound of ground round,
A hound came ‘round and downed it;
I checked the pound; he’s not around.
He’s bound to be found, safe and sound.
They clowned around, gowned and crowned,
expounding on things quite profound.
They walked the grounds; they strode the mound.
They found the hound; he’s safe and sound.
The people frowned; they gathered ‘round,
and wound and wound around that mound.
The sound was drowned; they tiptoed ‘round
the hound they found, the one who’d downed
the pound of ground, so nicely browned.
Remember? That hound!
After a quite long time
Leaning on dad's shoulder warm
Like a newly speaking child
Babbling trivial stories wildly
Showing my poetry on soup's first book
Sharing the biscuit ice-cream I cooked
Asking him to review the paintings I've drawn
And complaining badly about the relatives gone
Ravished by his sudden arrival
I saw a gleam of hope in survival
When I was lucidly expounding the episodes
All he did was Laughing out loud
" Hey, kutti, Do you think I've been faraway?
Don't you know I can't go anywhere away?
I am still here watching all the happenings
Now, come, just relax and speak to me"
Uttered he, subtly in my dream
The warmth, the caress, the secured feel
Made me feel the plot so real and surreal
Oh! How I wish the dream not to end!
Feb 10 2022
A congressman expounding democracy
gives speeches eschewing autocracy
But at home he's a sheikh
letting no one else speak
making his world safe for hypocrisy
1/28/22
Hate is like a killing
invisible covers up
spirit surrounding
feelings expounding passions
embracing no love at naught
1/27/22
Written words by James Edward Lee ©2022
TANKA
Keeping flippant thoughts in check
Convolutions make a schizophrenic toss
blind paranoia into the catatonic tomb
yelling whispers caught in mind cacophony
Rest the head in a drugged-out succor!
Deafen the sententious words – dead -
Nuke the firing adversary neuron!
No aesthetic can anesthetize the thinking demon
expounding beyond the bliss of ignorance
Stewards imagined become abominable ghouls!
Tangles exorbitant unravel contemplation’s nest…
(3/9/2021)
Term Limits Are Needed
Another Tom Opinion
1/16/2021
When running for office they run as our elves,
but once in hallowed halls become full of themselves.
Voters send some as pups, who’ve become set in stone,
unwilling to retire as long as meat’s on the bone.
Some now north of eighty and firmly entrenched,
send enough pork back home to avoid being benched.
They won’t willingly retire and give up these alms,
as long as lobbyist will continue greasing palms.
Many votes are cast just to gain some lobbyist’s favor,
and It really doesn’t matter about political flavor.
Then comes election time and a huge media blitz,
as dirt is uncovered they’re exposed as hypocrites.
But there they remain, another wrinkled up old face,
expounding on all they’ve done so voters won’t replace.
Many speak of swamp draining but I see there’s no rush,
and unfairly I’ve painted each with the same brush.
I would be the pen* in the sovereign Author’s hand
Communicating what He has perfectly planned
Along righteous command of virtuous demand
Toward gracious life that is bountifully grand.
Honoured am I to be gripped with supreme prudence
Exposing heavenly wisdom’s iridescence
Expounding truth of verities’ precious essence
Against the attacks of skeptical impudence.
With prevailing love, mercy and peace as my ink
I can inspire hearts to care as minds of kindness think
Moving commitment beyond dedication brink
Propelling compassion for selfishness to shrink.
As the pen bearing the great Creator’s trademark
I yield to His fingers for miraculous spark
So poems can shine midst nooks in souls hopelessly dark
Drawing them nigh to the Lord and to His voice*, hark.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
June 15, 2020
7th place, "Non Human" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 6/16/2020.
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