Find me, Lord inside Your grace*
Bind my soul upon Your brace
Bird am I against frenzy craze
Gird me toward blessings’ crate
Girl am I, warned not to prate
Girt for faith's strength, never irate.
*Ephesians 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.
December 16, 2024
10th place, "WORDPLAY" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/23/2024
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Let the tables turn;
Let this day return
Again and again;
I feel insane
Without you, my dear;
Our friendship’s sheer.
O, my best friend,
Amity has no end;
Best wishes for you;
Nothing can hurt you,
For you will stay girt
With the love from my heart.
Do not feel morose;
Life, as usual, goes,
But our amity will bring
You back to health and sing
The glories of life,
Banishing age-old strife.
Stay strong, stay strong,
Sing life’s glorious song.
Life is for us, for us all.
Listen to life’s sweet call.
O, chum,
Let us hum
Life’s glory,
Not such flurry.
Aye, the hospital
Must give disposal;
I would say, I do say
To dream of a sunny day.
What can COVID-19 do?
It can never, never touch you.
We can win, this we must defeat;
Get ready for life's dear drumbeat.
There is the sun, there he is, yes, he is
To make the cloud come to the cease.
Happy birthday, happy birthday!
Many happy returns of the day.
Sarina bought a hula-hula skirt
Was so long it swept up the garden dirt
When she mowed the lawn
Her hula was shorn
Now poor Sarina is known as Flirt Girt.
Universe I'm part your girt;
I'm part of energies worth;
Sent down through creation:
From Father Elohim;
Lightening strikes;
Thunder voiced;
Seldom sparks;
Father speaks, it is so light, life;
Father Elohim, from the beginning;
You never end, such as so you're mine friend;
You sent me down through creation;
Come unto my creation;
Universe I'm part girt;
Send down into the birth canal;
Onto earth;
I'm part of energies worth;
Sent down through creation:
From Father Elohim;
Father speaks, it is so light, life;
I am not of the angel alumni;
Coming down from heavens skies;
Send down into the birth canal;
Onto earth;
11/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2023
my little garden
planted seeds of vegetables
blessing them to grow
Planning them richly
The seeds that I gleaned blossoms
Flourishing parting
Sprouting green colors
Leafy green vegetables
planted I water
life beams sprouting Earth
Standing tall blossoming forth
vegetated girt
so seeded planted
The seeds that I gleaned blossoms
vegetable garden
6/28/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
There is a boy called Rick
who who took to hurling; with bricks'
He let loose with a low'un,
It looked like it was throw'un
And knocked pastor down into the c'rick.'
The pastor fell backward right in'
He never, had learn't quite how to swim'
He sat on his behind,
and thought wasThis a sign,
that some heathen Had targeted him?
He attempted to climb up the bank
Thinking I'd better try stopping this crank'
As he got to the top,
a girt blooming rock'
Hit him straight in the chapter and verse
Some money spilled out of that purse,
Not too thrilled And now feeling much worse,
He let out a prayer
Asking everyone there
If there was a nearby; district nurse?
Deep in the woods of central Maine,
Schoodic Lake lies placid and pristine,
Its limpid, pure waters lapping against
Shores of boulders crowned with cedars,
Whose grey, writhen trunks and roots,
Clinging doggedly to the lichen-streaked stone,
Resist the winds from off the lake,
Resist the blizzards of countless deep winters,
Resist the inescapable ravages of time.
The waters of the lake are cold and clear—
As if newly born of distant melting glaciers,
Or gushing up from unseen springs, far beneath.
They say the lake is bottomless--
Its serene surface an expressionless face,
Beneath which tempests, passions unguessed,
Might bubble, and froth, and rage,
Before at last sinking out of our ken.
The lake, mirrorlike, reflects the tree-girt skies,
Rippling gently, and seems at peace:
But who can know what that visage hides,
Where, far below, those umplumbed depths
Conceal mysteries -- profound, immemorial,
Unknown, and ultimately-- unknowable.
April 4, 2019
how hard to see the border
when surrounded by water
a land that is girt by sea
in fear they come
avoiding a gun
that says to here you can’t flee
this land abounds in nature’s gift
in beauty rich and rare
but for you, we will not share
plenteous plains
with great refrains
leave Australia’s care
island home in paradise lost
Nauru, Manus, to name a few
out of sight if you don’t mind
you risked it all to start again
a promise of new life better yet
to a hell hole you must remain
the people cry out to bring you here
but the hardest of right men politicians fear
lest they lose their vote
hard-line left and hard-line right
no matter which way you go
the circle of fear remains tight
what good can come of a refugee
in a land where opportunity is to be found
Christ was one: let’s not forget the nativity
Advance Australia’s shame
that is our new refrain
– a new generation is stolen
© tastigr 2018
Red is rising misty veil from the cliffs,
red is sun unfolding –
looking through the gale,
radiant look withholding.
Land of spires, flowery valleys,
reddish rising beams.
Longwise piney alleys,
rushed are streams.
Pearled blossoms leaves,
life that gropes with sun meant,
to burst its sheaths,
flourish meadows’ scent.
Rocks with flowers girt,
sun-flooded scree,
birds in chirp
and their singing glee.
POEM 29 MY LOVE
I THINK OF THE TIME WE LAUGHED,
CRIED, PRAYED & BE HAPPY TOGETHER.
I WENT TO DANCE FOR TO ROMANCE A
POETRY YOUNG GIRT I MET.
THE TIME WAS JUST RIGHT ON THAT
NIGHT I ASK HER TO BE MY WIFE.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
Dawn draws her line along mother earths face
And she turns to bask in her lovers light
And so Dawn comes in turn to every place
She brings us forth from the long dark night
Here is where the ocean meets the land
Vast and deep and so different from the dirt
Crashing on the rocks, lapping against sand
Pebbles pushed to and fro, the globe she girt
Steepening mountains come to abrupt end
Where they scrape against the blue blue sky
the cliffs stand and harbor no foe nor friend
And here the very earth just falls away
this is where the day unfurls
this edge is where souls uncurl
20160623
Dear love, you are a snow-girt swan who glides
Along the pearly traces of a lake
For in your breast, unearthly grace resides:
A power, like morn’s bud, wide and awake.
You are a nymph who rests within the ebb
Of some cool stream, whose smile traces stars.
Dear love, within your beauty’s twining web,
I have been tangled. Your bright crest unbars
With fairest summer weather and spring nights,
And autumn afternoons, stowed with the dreams,
Of golden evenings, and of winter sprites
Which wend around the forests, wrapped in beams.
Dear love, your heart’s as soft as flakes of snow
That dot the mountains and the moors. Fresh dew
Which drips across the flower’s golden brow
Is all the gentleness that makes you, you.
Have we ne’er met before, maid of the lea,
Where gleaming, murm’rous brooks all gently moan,
What would have isolation left of me?
If not for you, I would have died alone.
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
come now, drink the blood of the wilder-beast,
join us on this midnight feast, you are now and forever
a child of the darkness, drink of the beast,
cure the need, feed, sacred tombs, and anicent wounds,
journey through the souless abyss, immortality,
the dark girt.
Who am I, one person in so many,
That God hears me when I call?
So many billions
Still, He hears one voice
Out of them all.
Sea of soul, some great, some mighty, some small,
Who am I that He hears me when I call?
I am a Mighty Warrior
Who goes boldly before the throne of God.
I array myself with the Holy Armor,
Awaiting the battle call!
Armed with the breastplate of righteousness,
I girt my loins with the truth I wear.
I put on the helmet of salvation,
The blood-bought covering of God.
Walking in the path of light,
I bind my feet in the gospel of peace.
My shield in my left hand, up high I hold,
As evil comes against me, my faith is bold.
My sword in my right hand, as His Spirit befalls,
One with God standing straight and tall.
That’s who I am, A Mighty Warrior
Who He hears, when I call.