Wooo oh a oh la la
Hey
Hey
I will celebrate God.
I am the righteousness of God.
I will come to praise Him
With music from my heart.
Sing into heavens with my mouth.
Overall nations, He's supreme Elohim,
Creator of all divine things
Divine providence
God understands our hearts
Celebrate God, I will celebrate God
We forthright upright.
Must celebrate God's power day and night Hallelujah.
Trust in God's words, solid to the core
Unstoppable Hallelujah pure
Celebrate God, I will celebrate God
Sing your new song and Him.
We're never wrong, Hallelujah.
Trust in Gods word
Gods sovereignty.
Divine protection hope in joy in Him
He's moving, I'm away from my own power
Finding peace and security in God Hallelujah
Celebrate God, I will celebrate God
Whose affections satisfactions , fills the earth
Celebrate God for all He's worth
Celebrate God for all He's worth
Celebrate God for all He's worth
2/17/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
Dusk is blinding, but champagne illuminates.
—Poet
Champagne Date at Purple Dusk
Purple champagne and candlelight.
Dusk’s hue through flutes; the beach forthright.
Butterflies; two chairs sink in sand.
Her crescent smile as moon takes flight.
They’ve been beached in gleam of dreamland.
Bashful lashes rise; sea tears land.
Bubbles rise to her nose; she snorts.
The chortle of horizon scanned.
Her twilight eyes - amethyst quartz.
His aquamarines, she supports.
Alas, rough and tumble, this date.
High tide and tension as he courts.
His romantic gesture isn’t late.
He’s new to this dame…and there’s fate!
Lips lock as they’re kind of tipsy.
Friends set them up on a blind date.
Though to think of thee
Like a heaven is to me,
Not to, no less seems.
In heart though there’s room
For you, there’s room it so seems
For new buds to bloom.
My soul is in pain
And till in pain should remain,
Not to meet fair seems
Till I’m back t’be me,
Till heart again bleeds for thee,
Till from pain I’m free.
______________________
Senryu (Tongue-in-cheek) | 02.01.2026 | heaven, heart, love, pain, soul
Note: Gen Zee, it so seems, are very forthright insofar as love is concerned.
Did they say it round the tree?
Was it the initial-peek-a-boo?
Was it said with diamond-degree
or with rhinovirus achoo?
Was this thing called love catching?
His youthful looks and ruthless-hanky
and her wavy brunette sway fetching
before love sickness got too -panky.
A linen cloth could have harbored
the germs from which no antitoxin.
She’s amused by whistling on starboard
and forthright first-sight-neurotoxin.
Later, they stare into empty space.
She used her ring for scribbling.
Gin was her tonic, a cold head case.
His knuckles, not her ears, nibbling.
An unlikely spark brought them back.
They wrapped arms around the oak.
Surprised by touching fingertips, smack
of lips that mollified disparaging gin-soak.
His debonair looks and ruthless-hanky.
Her wavy snow-white sway, fetching.
Battling love sickness with its -panky
Forever-after-lips relentlessly catching.
I
try to
be honest
in all I say
and do. God gifted
me authenticity.
Those who really know me
can trust in my sincerity,
so I will come to the waters to
kneel there with gratitude for that and more.
Knowing me completely, God knows my thoughts,
and he knows my prayers are forthright.
For all his blessings I thank Him.
Knowing that He wants me to
magnify my callings
with integrity,
I worship God,
the Son, and
Holy
Ghost.
The air can be relatively silent
or noiseful wind – sort of like,
flatulence – both blessing and
curse~ depending on where and
when. The who, more often, not
forthright.
Do we wrongly blame
God, for our own airs – what we
take in and give off, lusts of the
appetite, making foul smelling of
an otherwise sacred dwelling?
To my mind, better we
advocate for greener mountains, and less
polluted seas – myself, not so fond of skin ulcers,
burning, blistering pees.
No Second Coming, till our own transformation
Christ is not late
We are….
Sylvia Plath, you will never fully be gone
Your writing inspires others to throw feelings onto a page
Forthright, honest, sad, angry, horrible, feelings
Feelings that used to be hidden,
You made outing emotion an art form
Through your poetry
Many now write of cutting
Something new, you might not have thought of
If you lived today, I imagine this would go into your poems
For it is a good fit for you.
A very
Good
Fit
One of my favorite songs
The only one I want sung at my funeral
Puff the Magic Dragon
Sung by Helen Reddy
She may also want to sing I am Woman
Except she is gone now, but never far away
She brought such joy to my life
Whenever I think of this song
I think of Helen, and I smile
Remembering her bravery
In bringing forth women in a forthright
Wonderful, clever, equal way
She seeks her enlightenment with hunger like a wolf
Trapped in a sacred bubble shrinking with licked wounds
Pushing out the people once vital now twice pierced
With the absence of the presence and the love now just a breadth
Of the time she spent asking mother am I empty?
Fill my spirit forthright with the love I thought I dreamt
For this life is temporary and the time is scarce
And all I dare to do is take your eyes and gouge
Trying to remove your truth and glean mine obliged
You will not waver and even blind I feel the warmth
I will stop you with my fear and my anger and my prompts
How dare you love me wrongly as we live in different worlds
Mother do you love me; are you gone and now an angel?
I am never gone my dear though you thought me a monster
I stare into the abyss
Drenched in darkness
Such astute draconianic situation
How deep it is
For pareidolia as coping mechanism
A mirk gorge
Painfully intoxicating
I like to dern in the night
Yet I seek to be in sight
I am an aonaran
A nyctophile
The aggrieving jeopardize situation
My hands darkened with what I've done
I sit in the dark
Alone
Dilemma- hard to solve;
and often a struggling mind cannot make it right-
no resolve.
Worried- distressed?
A workaround meets fine, forthright
new quest!
Hooray-
a new airtight
way!
Dilemma- hard to solve
A workaround meets fine, forthright
way!
Scar tissue, birthmarks, happy times, and grief
Corrugate man’s brain, a coral motif
Emotions, synapses, signals unknown
Grotesque in nature, splits open when stoned
Still pictures emerge, filling us with dread
Trompe loeil jumps out, turning confused heads
A lasting impression, one little glimpse
Stare any longer, de-evolve back to chimps
Forthright altruism’s meaningful and straight
Love of people dilutes, when mixing faiths
Right angles on a cross, drew germane taste
Master race had its day, now laid to waste
New clear experience, turns sand to glass
Quartz for the reaper, forms in mushroom gas
Colliding atoms, there’s no other way
His sky vaporised, man sure seized the day
drip drip drip drip-feed of life ~ wait a gush all we needed was a knife
One candidate will rave, lie, cheat and molest
The second seems ready to be a hospice guest
But we have a third choice
With a strong forthright voice
Half his mind is brilliant, but a worm ate the rest!
Metaphors penned with psychedelic ink
most times present as imagery, forthright.
But, if they're scanned again- readers may think
a nuance has come forth in a new light.
To say one thing- and mean another brings
a hidden vision lying deep beneath-
not by the meaning of each word that springs;
but deep where mystic undertones bequeath.
“All comes alive with joy from the wind's kiss,
that mingles with the rolling sea's soft song.
In rapturous communion, joined in bliss-
the wind and sea forever bound- belong.”
Metaphors penned in psychedelic ink
feed well our passions to absorb- rethink.
Line #4
Awaken, smile, and glow!
Curtains of warm sunshine
come get a taste of me!
I will only match you,
let’s blend dynamically;
Awaken, smile, and glow!
Pedal to the metal,
rush that starting gate hard;
‘Let up’ does not exist;
Always play your wild card;
Awaken, smile, and glow,
merge don’t overpower;
Become a blinding light;
Join hands and unify,
keep the message forthright;
Awaken, smile, and glow
let the rain hit your face;
By a lightning strike shocked,
hang on tight to zeitgeist!
Ideas bleed, unlocked.
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