The fall had thought
For so very long
How was it,
That math and science
Could evolve,
As mind and memory
Did deteriorate,
In the spirit of man?
Un-certainty..' Events beyond Biblical..
Being prepared for you.' Fire
For for your desire, a black heat though.?
Coming from just where
( you do not know )
It is intense, with the energy; all the energy
Of lives you have sqandered, including the
Ones that collectivly you self-relinquished
Such will your future be.' The delivery in inevitable..The sender is satan, he in indentured to dispense you wages, this is
( the gift that keeps on giving ) guys..' or gals...? I does not really really ( matter! )
View it as 'gender-indifferent?' Though most malevolent he can't help it by the way ' he is typecast by choice..And i beleive he ( means well?) Well for himself
Anyway..' But he can't cut the mustard.'
his gambit is oompletely busted, a busy fool is he, gambling on hostage taking.'
Obstinate to the enth; hell, of all degrees.'
a sugar maple leaf slips free
counting toward One proof
the Seven Mysteries
God, I count prime gaps
I watch prime numbers growing
only primes orbit
a rule sends one step
loops return periods double
recursion counts One
an iteration
within fluid smoothness frays
water turns inward
can you see the curve
study elliptic rank shifts
findings test the rank
questions spiral out
unknown patterns circle back
pi bends into sight
a proof can be checked
still search cannot prove it now
checking outruns search
every loop turns east
the count folds back into form
through form, God's Haiku
the sugar-maple leaf settles on frost
children of the corn start to awaken
THE written word of The Living God
HOPE and true happiness are promises
ETERNAL life awaits all who believe
BLINDNESS results if we forsake it, and
IDOLATRY will invade our lives
BELIEVE. it and survive
LOVE it and thrive
EXPERIENCE God as we read its pages
We lived many times, like days and nights, the time continued on.
We lived in many places, we bloomed like the flowers and trees, we grew and achieved.
We drank from springs, we laughed, we cried, we sang, we moved like the light bright, then dark, marking our marks.
We lived in love, we lived in him, we lived with all he created and we learned from our sins.
We let the storms carry away the ugly, the damaged, the deceivers, and all the ones that caused us damage.
We lived many times, we journeyed through time looking at all the stars, smiling at the moon with its shine.
We walked up higher in the clouds and tried to get a look at heavens high.
We dreamed each seasons, and worked toward marking this journey better each time.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
My first approach to this contest
Was to write an Acrostic Poem.
It was written but not posted. I later
Decided a different more direct form.
Contest: Later Than Witchcraft
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Witchcraft has a distant past;
A strong present;
A doomed future.
Witchcraft, is a 'No No' from God.
The future is in God's head and heart.
Time and space are in His hands.
Our future is in his hands, not in the
Readings of the palms of our hands.
Lustfully seeking earthly fortunes is unwise.
Our fortunes are not known by fortune tellers.
Christ is our hope, our fortune, and our future.
Reading and believing the Bible is reasuring.
It will enable us to avoid deception and false hope, which is the hallmark of witchcraft.
In time, the future will be known by us all.
abiding in silence without effort
wherein movement of our thoughts is rested
is the magic causing bliss beats to spurt
by power within us by God vested
Make me feel good
Make me a God
God in me
God is You
You are darkness
You are light
Light up the world
Light shines on rain
Rain creates floods
Rain creates
Creates food
Creates hope
Hope for water
Hope for mercy
Mercy on enemies
Mercy on our soul
Soul on ice
Soul poisoned
Poisoned blood
Poisoned mind
Mind controlled
Mind on freedom
Freedom doesn’t exist
Freedom is a daily struggle
Struggle for equality
Struggle for peace
Peace is colorful
Peace is wonderful
Wonderful gifts
Wonderful world
World of passion
World of crime
Crime of passion
Crime is wrong
Wrong directions
Wrong plan
Plan for safety
Plan for the future
Future blessings
Future prayers
Prayers for culture
Prayers for our children
Children in paradise
Children of the innocent
Innocent planet
Innocent life
Life needs purpose
Life needs support
Support
Purpose
A Glimpse
Can a small glimpse of Jesus
Make a difference for my life?
Can a small glimpse of Jesus
Set me free from lots of strife?
When uncertainty surrounds me
Can a glimpse of Jesus bring hope?
When I feel trapped and so useless
Can a small glimpse of Jesus help me cope?
But where can a glimpse appear?
Where should I look, or what should I do
To get a small vision of Jesus my Lord?
Turn to the Scripture! He’s always right there.
Just open at random, care not about where.
You might be surprised at the words that are there.
For truth is sure placed all exact in your sight.
A small glimpse of Jesus transforming your life!
WANNA DANCE LIKE DAVID
DA DA DA DA DA DANCE
Wanna dance like David danced, with all his might, leaping, whirling
Humility, Unreserved Joy, Ignoring Pride
Wanna dance like David
Wanna dance like David danced, with all his might, leaping, whirling
Celebrating return of the Ark of the Covenant was brought into Jerusalem
In leaps and bounds, I’m gonna praise Him
With mine legs and feet, I’m gonna praise Him
With the power of my voice and tongue, I’m gonna sing hymns sing His songs
Wanna dance like David, Wanna dance like David
Dances before the Lord, Wanna dance like David
Removed my royal robes, Wanna dance like David
And wore a simple linen, Wanna dance like David
Dancing praises holy, Wanna dance like David
Cloth or naked, holy glory, Wanna dance like David
9/15/26
Written by James Edward Lee & The Corinthian©
I have six senses that I worship with
I feel spring’s sunshine
and relish rain on my skin
I hear spring singing
in the thrush’s throat
The scent of lilacs l i n g e r
In sweet summer
Fall floods me
with old memories
I view vibrant skies
and winter’s wonder
From God’s glory shown,
I know lasting love
Who are the tyrants within?
The ones from past experiences, yelling opinionated.
Younger Self.
Sitting at a bar,
Yelling jokes and sitting stagnant.
More naive Self.
Stuck in violence,
Accepting anything as love.
Childless Self.
Hopeful but uneducated,
Incapable of understanding eternal love.
Sabotaging Self.
Feeling like the good is closing,
Grasping onto each joyful moment in fear.
Conditional Self.
Requirements to embrace again,
Forgetting how far they've come.
I've met these TYRANTS...
I've sat along side them in empathy,
Who am I, accepting them again?
IN BEING FLOWERS OF HIS
Be in God’s life-vase;
Your petals, ever blooming,
His bouquets of love:-
SAVOUR THIS, MY CHILD
Nothing reflects reality
Like God’s supreme beauty.
Look into the mirror, child,
And see His greatest reward:
Savour it in thanksgiving, for a while:-
No matter how many times you do,
You’ll always see God’s precious beauty
Looking back at you: this will always be true:-
Know that your beauty has its fragility, needing
To be anchored and solidified before it can be
Sanctified utility: codifying its glorifying liberty:-
Written: September 14, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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Salt stings your tears, each glistening bead of sadness.
Your breathing finds its natural rhythm, as if found
beneath the grief, a pulse untouched by innocence.
I mistook your quiet for apathy, yet innocence
remained—a fragile flame beneath the weight of sadness,
a sporadic, sparkling smile of something you had found.
Lost friends, lost years, yet somehow you found
a grace that gathered up your scattered innocence,
and gently lifted you beyond your darker sadness.
Perhaps God found innocence within your sadness.
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