Forces fight to dominate us, to make us slaves and make us afraid.
Forces of good and bad, are always pulling, they want our life our energy and love.
Forces can make us work, for all the stuff we love so much, like our friends and family we value love above all else.
Sometimes we do not see the bad, we are taken in and then feel sad, we see the negative side of something and learn of the harms that they caused.
Forces like a storm, they strike at any time, they cause us stress and unrest, making us learn of our true best friends.
Forces move all around, they push us to places we could never imagine, some good, some bad, we pray for God to protect us.
So, loves remember there are good and bad, not all is as it appears.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
The sounds of boots on the sands
Soles imprinted deep into posterity
Steady matching under the soft glow of hope
The gallant steps of the mighty men
I saw the weights tied around their waist
The stench of cold, ghastly death
The ears bleeding from the wails of the forgotten
The forgotten. Soles imprinted in the sands.
I looked again and I saw the eager
Soaring farther into the forlorn sky
I smiled as more men pass by
The mark of hope on their forehead.
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you love” - Rumi
Our hearts are drawn mysteriously
attracted to a force field
by a powerful magnetic pull
we often know not why ~
feels like it’s just meant to be.
Hushed calls from deep within
to reach out and connect.
Be it to a soul or trinket,
will not take no for an answer.
It calls out to us most insistent
like the future holding open a door
or fate working its magic.
We’re made to feel like the tides
gently pulled one way then the other.
That’s our soul leaning towards its wants
~ telling us in not so many words
the path we are meant to follow.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on October 26, 2025 for contest RUMI QUOTES sponsored by SOTTO POET - RANKED 3RD
and January 12, 2026 for contest YOUR LOVE PULLS ME sponsored by ANOUCHEKA GANDAGISSOON - HONORABLE MENTION
And the mighty forces of Nature care not
birds chirp, lambs frolic, breeze picks up
~ the revived embers of Auschwitz
lunar forces pull
tumultuous might of sea
~ neptune's lunacy
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Two irreconcilable differences
Two diabolically opposing forces
Two ultimate purposes
Two unequal forces
One offers free will and choice
The other is controlling and dictatorial
One rules by subtlety and hate
and operates in shadows and darkness
One rules by openness and love
and operates in the brightest of lights
One has all power and authority
The other has granted, limited power
One promotes life and liberty
The other offers bondage and death
One creates goodness and purpose
The other creates evil and confusion
A coat was laid upon the shoulders
potential threats firmly at bay
arms that held the precious mould are
protecting those who chose to pray
a bridge to cross a sea of secrets
as towers leaned towards their fate
cross the heart and aim to keep it
and swallow what will fill the space
a canopy arched over wisdom
confidence came in its wake
another bound to seek a kingdom
let tragedy come and dictate
supported by the staunch and loyal
rallied a champion whose colours bled
a sacrifice made for the soil
the consequence cost him his head.
Grandma said she would take care of the kids now
I knew things were tight, gramps had run off with the cow
and a woman, but we were sworn to secrecy about that
Grandma took her anger out on us. Now I have to wear a hat
Imagine your life as a masterpiece
With no limits on who you can be.
Imagine your life as a treasure trove
With no limits on how you can grow.
Imagine your life as a day renewed
With no limits on what you can do.
What would your imagination see?
And how different can you be?
Here I am at the crossroads
Staring blankly at the inky dark sky
Beaten to a pulp and helpless
By forces of darkness
Here I am lying in the pool of my emotions
Clutching at every straw
To maintain sanity and stability
Here I am a victim of a system
That dehumanises her own
Here I am cloned from a contraption
Built on the foundation of impunity
Feeding her children with frustration
Here I am a victim of a country
That glamourises wrong values
And deliberately relishes
Living a lie of romantic proportion
Here I am fearful of a tomorrow
Bleak and hopeless for my children
Victims of a country gradually
Disappearing from global map of decency
A promise spoken
Must be kept
And time is not an issue
For
Invisible barriers
Separate an era
And in moments rare
Unseen forces
Intervene
For redemption
Of the pledge
B.J. Cuber
As soon as I touched the blue
It comforted me as she once did
Her light being the most beautiful hue
Pulling me in like a vortex
Putting life into context
As I dive down into darkness
Hiding from the world in loneliness
I'm compelled to touch the blue
To experience her hue
Thoughts and feelings are the essences that generate whatever comes to mind.
There is only one place where everything needed or wanted is so very easy to find.
Joy, meaning, and purpose are becoming more evident as people enter with the heart.
Anything done during this journey with heartless spirituality is not very smart.
Force of analysis Anatomy
Circumstance formula
Evasive ecology
What let loose atomic forces
Catastrophic catechism
Muted-minded blank decisions
Body of Lies
Man's Tongue circumcised
Fairy Tail biology
Fogged minds bureaucracies
Raped spirits bodies
Conforming to man tragedies
Virtual accumulative fatality
Force of analysis Anatomy
Man ain't worthless he's just sinful
Made of dirt, a sinner created by God
Breath of live birth?
10/19/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022(c)_/center >
Dark Forces
There is a sense of ennui the déjà vu after a feast
life is not what we thought it was, the banner of battle
no longer flies on top of the town hall.
The hero is not a hero but a figure fluctuating in the wind
and ruled by outside forces where he is only the visible
to fool the world into a shared vision of bravery.
There are so many other problems the scourge of pest
the sizzling heat burning human skin crisp
and rain that kills and sea that floods the landscape.
The undertone is getting louder; we have been lied to
dark forces seek a unipolar world, malleable people
into enslavement, where words are no longer truthful
but lies are endlessly repeated until lies are the truth.
It is late in the day, but there is a rumble of a fightback
the freedom of the individual precariously wilts like
grains of life die if not rescued by the rain of revolt.
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