I get so much
Satisfaction washing
God's people's feet
Also when I teach
The bible to God's
People they become
Hungry for the bible
It was God that wrote
The bible
With his holy hands
A long time ago
Revelation has begun
Ages of time arrived
The World was given a chance
Well in advance
What Biblical words had stated
Prophesied by a Prophet
Look and observe the signs
Keep praying in mine
The World will be judged, and books will be opened
Tongue confessions after confessions will come out
Chosen one’s will be granted in Heaven’s space
No need for baggage, but have your soul well packed
Faith confirms your reservation
Heaven’s new day
The train has arrived
Step aboard
Thank the Lord.
Putting all our effort,
Into building ourselves a fort,
Will few problems sort,
If unlocking the gate does not seem worth the effort,
When others won't come out of their fort,
Afraid to trust anyone to guard their port,
When they leave their fort
To drink our port,
And toast another good sort.
Do you feel it in your spirit?
Whether it’s a gift
an answer to a prayer
or something that only you would know
and God
He is the creator and the fulfiller
All in one
Whatever you need
He is right there
Make a request
Do supplication
Make your wishes known to God
Do you think He already knows it?
Why do You think He wants you to bring it to Him?
To test that you really want it
And it is not something that you just think it
Make your supplications known to Him
Okay?
Did the Bible say that?
Philippians 4:6 (KJV)
“… in everything by prayer and supplication
with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known unto God”
So you see it’s not only me who said that
But God too
thousand years ago
Has it been that long?
Seems like yesterday
Yeah you just read it
Anyhow
Do you believe God answers prayers?
That is for me to know
And for you to find out hehe
Or did you know already?
Open those drawers
Do you need any of this stuff?
Things I have not seen in five years
Throw throw throw
Toss toss toss
Drag drag drag
Someone else might like this stuff
What you have hidden for years
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ unwilling step ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Shuddering to the mirror.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
This morning she is thirty.
Shining ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ star,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ twilight shining,
Haunted ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly ¦¦¦¦¦ silver girl,
Draw ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ toward you;
Time ¦¦¦ makes the years to whirl
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ he adored you.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ timelessness for you;
Calendars ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
¦¦¦ Night will not see thirty again,
¦¦¦ soft ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda;
Pick up your glass ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
How old is Spring, Miranda?
(Blackout of A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash)
A mountain of lies
a river of debt
The hurricane's eye?
How much worse could it get
And then she uncovered
a mistress and lover
On her way to discover ~
why she would never recover
Dare to dream, to believe
A believing heart isn’t naive
Source of hope, promise to relieve
Every fear, each tear will leave
Wiped away – please don’t grieve
So soon, in heaven we’ll perceive
Soon as a shameful scammer appears
Send them off with a clip round the ears
We know what they’re after
Let them do a grafter
As we do through our working years.
One dared try it on little old me
I’m not as daft as he thought I’d be
Put the fool in the place
That was dug with no grace
Where one can prance for eternity.
Scammers must think we’re all mad hatters
That there is nowt in our grey matters
Prove it that they are wrong
In a fine shanty song
So they’ll run off with souls in tatters.
Get rid of scammers quick as you can
Flush them away, flowing down the pan
To where sun doesn’t shine
Not having a great time
Till they are a good woman or man.
Sometimes jokes are hurtful.
They're not as funny as we think.
Everyone appreciates a caring comment.
There's so much more to gain
from being considerate and kind.
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
WANDERING PLACE GET ME WAKA
Hey, hey heyyy yeah yeah, hey, hey hey O yeah
Elevate high, high, soul high
reach komot touch skies
adrenaline get me wetin
wandering place get me waka
same space different place
i shall no bi be dismayed
placed on top a separate plate
be no on top dessert
wandering place get me waka
sweating mai crown be moist
sweet be the voice
you be mai choice
come close
wandering place get me waka
so beaming down
i waaka di town
mai head up
i hide for dem bush
mai hair needs a brush
wetin di heck
no gi me gimme dat look
need no kudi cause i get cabbage
lettuce carrot you
wandering place get me waka
same space different place
i shall no bi be dismayed
placed on top a separate plate
be no on top dessert
sweating mai crown be moist
wandering place get me waka
Elevate high, high, soul high
Reach out touch skies, adrenaline got me wetin
Pidgin English
8/18/26
by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
WANDERING PLACE GET ME WAKA
wandering place got me moving
same space different place
I shall not be dismayed
placed on a separate plate
Be no on dessert
Sweating my crown be moist
So beaming down
I walk the town
My head up
I hide in them bush
my hair needs a brush
What the heck
Don't give me gimme that look
Need no cash cause I got cabbage
Lettuce carrot you
wandering place got me moving
same space different place
I shall not be dismayed
placed on a separate plate
Be no on dessert
Sweating my crown be moist
wandering place get me waka
English verse
8/18/26
by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
Through the summer's golden haze,
I've searched for you for days
A love that never quite came true,
Still, somehow, I look for you.
I've asked the wind, I've asked the rain,
If you would ever come again,
But that's all in vain—
'Cause you were the cloud and I'm the rain.
You drift so high, I fall so low,
Waiting for you, nowhere to go—
Our separate paths across the sky,
Just to reach you, again I try.
For a moment's love,
I rose above—
I'm far to get close to you,
But cloud to rain, we'll start anew.
I thought we'd be each other's home,
but you decided to roam.
But it was all your blame game,
I wish I'd known the same.
You said you looked me in the eyes-
can you tell me how many goodbyes?
Can you see the signs in my cries?
All wasted now, my tries.
I hope God lets you sit in this ache,
that you caused, this heart to break.
But I hope you recover in the end,
and may you never receive the love I send.
Got a dirty room to broom
To make it spic, span, zoom
Tumbled on the greasy floor
Pale flew here, broom yore
Glad, a pretty nurse came to groom
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