Each day the fitness
Community, strays far
More apart from God.
Night grows silent, nary a sound
The best time to write, I have found,
to compose poetic impressions.
Pages in leather tomes, they're bound.
Lines of repentant expressions,
attesting to indiscretions
and the sorrow they did impart.
Each verse filled with my confessions.
Nib of my pen hurled as a dart
at its target, my wounded heart.
With self-inflicted pain it bleeds
Torn into pieces, ripped apart.
Repentant for the loathsome deeds,
the temptation of fleshly needs.
I beg forgiveness for my sin.
My poetry sorely concedes.
There is no other grief akin
to the ache I feel deep within.
If there's a way to right my wrong,
please tell me. How do I begin?
May 26th, 2022
Rubaiyat Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
5/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
"I aired my clean laundry on the line, freshly washed and smelled of lavender'
I was alive laid in my bed
I've risen yet asleep
I'm dead asleep yeah
I laid in this coffinbound eyes glued shut
My lips mouth closed glued, sewed up
Somebody lead
Same body fled
I rise not I'm still birth
I'm born I'm dead
I am still birth I'm born I fled
I'm dead yet I'm spiritually alive
10/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
FLESHLY MAN TORMENTED HURT JESUS DIED FOR YOU AND ME AND THIS---
The problem with man is he’s self-centered;
Grief ridden fleshly being tormented;
Oh! And how can one be so misentered;
Ever divides his mind demented;
Coping spirit receiving sad feelings;
Off and on religious deity screams;
Oh! And how can one be so freewheeling;
Ever divides his mind disesteems;
Oh! And I love the thought of Christ in us;
Holy Spirit parades in my soul being;
Being tormented fleshly ridden puss;
Dominant music passes my own being;
Deity religious screams on and off;
Is this why Jesus had died on the cross?
12/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
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