We all like to be useful
especially when God's the architect
to be used by the divine master
brings pleasure to your intellect
Openness to the voice of God is a must
to be sure you're in His perfect will
walking in step in closeness to your saviour
learning from Him all you need to be still
Be patient in prayer; wait upon Him
for His leading, as God's the royal king
full of majesty, authority and power
lifts your heart upwards, following
Take in all of God's divine character
portray the Lord in every aspect of life
so people would see Him in all of you
read His word as it cuts you like a knife
Being His instrument isn't always easy
it can bring suffering and pain at times
but your comfort is, the Lord knows
like a craft poet rakes you to smooth rhymes
From the moon to the mountains, in grains of sand,
the everyday transformation and exile,
the joy of returning home
rests upon my walking.
Do not
put Sellotape
over it anymore.
One Monday,
at the window of rain,
let the words
that were never spoken
stay with me too,
some rain-soaked
names, some
sunlight that never
made it home.
Leave the door
open, in case
she ever
comes back
to a blurred life.
I will live
with a little courage
in this hazy life.
It raises goosebumps,
the blunt
sky blooms
with stars.
I don't know why
I sit and sit,
waiting, searching,
brush in hand,
looking this way and that.
You have kept so much suspicion
in your eyes.
Why?
I am only a little to the north,
a little to the south,
in surrender.
Two Ditties
I Favour ‘Farewell’ Protest
I hate good-byes. Place your hand
There is nothing good across your face,
in them. with palm smothering
They are too permanent. your nose and mouth, and
Ominous par excellence. fingers bars across your eyes.
I said good-bye
to a friend once, You can almost hear
never saw him twice. your pulse protest:
“Can I live like this
No, there is nothing good forever?”
in a good-bye.
I favour
farewell.
If l had to hand-pick fifteen poets from Poetry Soup
To meet and a share day
I know exactly who l would pick
Without doubt and straight away
We are all drawn to different personalities
Solely from the words we pen
Connections made , thoughts shared
We now have a poetry friend
The poets l would pick are varied
From different walks of life
Different cultures , different ages
Conversation and humour would be rife
Yet, when the day ended ….l wonder
Would l pick the same fifteen again
Or would l walk away thinking
Really?….what an absolute pain!
There laid the young poet, the famed lover,
Staring at the gloomy hands of the clock,
As if counting his own steps to the gates of
death,
The doctor sat beside him, head lowered,
Like an executioner hides from his victims,
The poet held a copy of his own poem, "An ode to love", he read with a slight smirk,
It read like a parody of his life, which it may
have been,
As the daylight seemed dimmer by the hour,
He let out his hand to someone, who wasn't
there,
And it waited till it got cold and slack,
For no one came to hold the young poet's
hand.
Just an old lady
Who had just an old man.
They didn't have much,
Just each other's hands.
They used them for hard work,
For wiping sweat off their brow.
Not a whisper of complaint
In their voice could be found.
They used them to love
All those who were born.
Making sweet memories
Is what brought them joy.
They used them to pray,
Anointing and giving,
Spreading the Gospel
To all who were living.
When his hands went to Heaven,
Hers, unexpectedly, alone,
All that was left
Was his name on a stone.
Just an old lady
Who now has her old man,
Reunited in Heaven,
On golden streets, hand in hand.
A Laden Quill Pen in Hand
Lay a quill a pen in hand moulted feather of a swan;
Jest a written piece of verse wrote in stammering breath;
And important historical documented quest;
Wonders of wandering authors protest dawn;
Black it’s the chosen ink stirred upon drawn;
A sole paper now being presented to be dressed;
Far be it from the story to be mis pressed;
With writings of HIStory penned brawn;
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Italian Sonnet
A mother’s hands are a child’s first home,
Where life’s gentle journey begins.
Through tears and tiny steps, her love guides the way,
Her voice calming every fear.
A light in the heart that never fades.
A mother’s hands are a child’s first home,
Where life’s gentle journey begins.
Through tears and tiny steps, her love guides the way,
Her voice calming every fear.
A light in the heart that never fades.
hands pressed firmly
into round plaster casting
adored by parents
When I'm holding your hand
For me it's a magical remedy
No matter what the problem
I know it's going to heal me
When I start feeling a little ill
Or suffering from a terrible cold
My remedy is the only cure
Holding your hand never gets old
If life gets to me and I begin to stress
Regardless of my problems in life
Their gone in the blink of an eye
When I hold the hand of my wife
I use this remedy every day
Even when I'm feeling well
Holding my wife's hand is simply
The cure guaranteed not to fail
Feel the promise
Foundation of assurance
Solid Bond
Hand of protection
Solid commitment
Hand of honesty
Truthful and Worthy
Treasured hand and hearts
Flavorful love
Love measure
Take my hand
Walk with me
Through the atmosphere
Having no fear
My trust is near
My hand is preserver
Center Core
Take my hand
Sunlight sparkles on the river,
marbled fire licking at the air.
Each glimmer erupts then fades
like people who we thought
we'd hold dear for an eternity
drifting into the world.
But if you tilt your head softly
you might hear their laughter
echoing beside your head,
like children sliding through your ears.
And if you close your eyes
you might feel gentle fingers
entwining into yours;
the summer wind clasping
its warm hands around your own.
And if only you'd look hard enough
they'll reappear, not in the water
but rather the night sky,
stars that shine steadfast.
Bask in their light.
And i said what shall i cry out.? He answered all flesh is as grass and its
Goodlieness is as the flowers of the
Field.! In this wasteland of hard-drives
Of blue light screens..Of wires and modems of pc correctness.' Of soullessness i call out day and night.' I
The stranger and the alien among you
A forigener and a man of forigen
tongue ( i am from you yet not of you )
A sojourner among you.'
I cry out of the Glory of God, and the depravity of the current and former world
All the hills will be made low.' And every valley raised up there will be no hiding place from Gods revelation..
Its being fullfilled as i speak, as knowledge is fully
Available more and more on Gods Truth
And satans miss-information.! Awaken oh
Sleepers!!! And let the Light of Jesus shine upon you.' I witness not of myself
But of He who holds the sun and moon in
His hands ' be not found asleep when He comes.!
Your shadow stands where
you used to stand,
An empty space where I
once held your hand.
The silence echoes with your
quiet name,
The world moves on, but
cannot stay the same.
I watch the sunset fade from
gold to gray,
And count the pieces that
you took away.
A love so deep, now quiet
as a stone,
I never knew how hard it was
to be alone.
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