Just A short Ditty or Missive to honour the Good fathers Like mine
Who loved and cared for their children with loving kindness and care.
Who not only provided meals but the food of Good morals and lovely examples;
Who practiced plenty of patience and understanding.
Those were God sent Fathers.
Farther is further
than you are now: yet you ask —
"Are We There Yet, Mum?"
one measures a distant throb
the other, what you yen for.
I think on the relief to remove my past,
Of failures and mistakes along the way.
It seems things would heal up fast,
Oh, the hurt, but what a cast,
That made me who I am today.
Cherished are things seen; now I know,
To hit rock bottom stop the digging.
Unfurled instead, their worth does show,
All the lessons firm I stow;
To sail so far is all in the rigging.
FARTHER FATHER WE REJOICE IN YOUR PROVISION-
Farther, yet infinitely ever close to me;
Shall I be the fore bearer of the protected?
Embraceable, not be replaceable
Finally farther father we rejoice in your provision
A chance to gift, up lift
Father I my soul and I
Reach out from within, as you are
Finally farther father we rejoice in your provision
Praise be to the glory, your glory Hallelujah
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
6/16/2024
art we...
standing uneven
hollowed be this game...
a kink did come
so we won't have won...
but just be un-nerved
as this isn't even...
just give us this stay
for an hour's daily bread...
ants have forgave us
our trespasses...
so we forgive those
who poo against us...
just weed us not a time-stay shun
let us even all rhymes...
as the kinks are done
and this hour be not to bore us...
heavy and heavier
ok man...
It’s not hard work that kills a man,
But overwork shortens lifespan.
Indolence also does the same,
No work sure makes a person lame.
Many, in order to gain clout,
Work so hard, they wear themselves out.
Taking regular time to rest,
helps us to perform at our best.
Better to wear out than rust out,
Is what the workaholics shout.
Rest is for the lazy they say,
Until their body makes them pay.
Slow down and you would farther go,
To the overwork urge, say no.
Make time for God, family, friends,
While there’s still time to make amends.
If you’re caught up in the rat race
It's time to slow down your pace.
Material wealth is not worth the chase,
Take time to enjoy God’s daily grace.
bliss me farther
for i have seen
and...
can festive all
to mike
a...
gaudy show
without missin
much...
just an image
in'a nay shun
hoikeyfoikeyfillimintoikey; kerfensenabrokia, zemilchincrumolla....
or what...
evermore?
stan
I don't understand how people can put a timeline on someone's death some say try to prepare hes dying, He looked good the other day tonight we're all so afraid to close your eyes worried of falling asleep the heart so so heavy that if I was dose off even for a split moment, terrified to open my eyes cause he may be gone. As if I was high on drugs in a fairytale this can't be real.
FATHER- FARTHER I COME TO THEE THE CLOSER I AM TO THEE-
Father, O’ Lord I come to thee
Farther I come to thee
O’ Lord I come, I come O’ God I come
Father, farther I come I do so run I come unto thee
O’ Lord I come, I come O’ God I come unto thee
And I run
And I run from my sins
And I am forgiven, I’m forgiven
Father I run, I come I run into your arms
O’ Lord I come unto thee, to thee O’ Lord I run I run unto thee
Distance I stand ever closer
No longer distance have I come to thee?
Jesus you’re the living word
Jesus you’ve died to rise to save my soul
You are calling me
Calling me into flourishing, awe
You’re calling forth
In flourishing awe
Father, O’ Lord I come to thee
Farther I come to thee
O’ Lord I come
Distance I stand ever closer
No longer distance have I come to thee?
9/16/22
Written words & Arranged music by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Dedicated too my father's memory:
Strong hands hold a babe at birth
As a giant looks down upon his child with love and a smile.
A toddler is picked up by strong hands and a kind word , reassurance and wisdom is shared .
A strong hand rests upon the shoulder and with a smile of pride sends this now teenager upon their way .
A strong hand grasps another adults hand the giant wishing the happy couple well in their future that lays ahead .
The giant is always close if needed ,through the years with any trials that may come .
Helping and giving his council freely with compassion and grace .
Much time has passed , the giants shaking hands now hold the grandchild with emotion and love,
happy Memories of the years gone by now blurring his eyes.
Two strong hands rest upon those of the elderly giant as thanks and reassurance are spoken softly .
The great wheel of time turns once more .
A strong hand now rests upon the Giants casket as silence speaks, and words just cannot be found .
Crossing over
to what most would call good
My feelings inline
my words understood
No chair or wip
do the verses require
All teeth now removed
in fear of your ire
Crossing over
to what some would proclaim
The lines neatly ordered
with nothing profane
Those tight little smiles
they clap and they cheer
Words lost of all meaning
—truth farther than near
(Dallas Texas: June, 2018)
Father, God
We often
Wonder where you are
Physical human beings
We rely on visuals
We're thinking physical logic beings
often times we forget that you're real
And why aren't you here
And why can't I see you
And why you're not here
Why, do I believe in you
And why can't I touch you
And why can't I see you
You are by far...
Father you're
Farther!!
I apolozie
I've opened my
Spiritual eyes
Wonder where you are
Physical human beings
We rely on visuals
We're thinking physical logic beings
Often times we forget that you're real
Now I realize it's better to acknowledge you
On this side of heaven in peace
I rather see and be at my God's mercy seat
Than to still be in my sins and be at His judgement seat
And why aren't you here
And why can't I see you
And why you're not here
Why, do I believe in you
And why can't I touch you
And why can't I see you
You are by far...
Father you're
Farther!!
2/1/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Which Stretches Farther
By Franklin Price
2/9/2017
Which stretches farther, skin or rubber?
Answer discovered by a Bubba
Helps with that ethnicity
To know of elasticity
Did his research with much care
Bred a donkey and a mare
Then tied his ass off to a post
And walked five miles so he could boast
Bubba thought that stretch quite far
Rubber would snap, fall to the tar
Had found the answer, which was skin
Don't agree? Read this again
Closer We Get, The Farther We Look Back
Sad dying embers of yesterday's feast
interest and feed me not in the least
For the hearty joys that future shall give
heartens me to strive forever to live
Great memories of my family's past
flow blessedly with me until the last
Into the dark void my soul may soon fly
my past good and bad I will not deny
Returning often in my long night dreams
she of ravishing beauty, skin of creams
Memories of loves that took a wrong turn
yet with it all, my restless mind still yearns
Closer we get, the farther we look back
cherish our memories we stay on track
Robert Lindley
REVISED..
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 106
It's tough when father's head is cracked open.
Mother says, "You and I were chosen."
Secrets spill out like a spritzing soda.
My head is warm with that smoldering odor.
Tranquilized but refusing to sleep.
Father jabs the needle deep.
Her images inspire me.
Father races but cannot flee.
Mother stretches far and wide.
Wherever he is, he cannot hide.
I worship a goddess in golden slippers.
"Daddy doesn't understand ... telepathy," she whispers.
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