The letter K is still hereunto haunting my own aching heart:
One died; one starves; one grieves; one ignores; one texts; one goes hardly seen.
Sadly, the memories of my first love haunt me most of all.
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(Note: The "ones" are my cousins with K names. The last line is about my only ex-partner.)
Zeal of freedom reigns with God’s grace and kindness
Faith stands, hope clings, sharing truth, staying cheerful
Showing vibrant care, guarding pride from vain lurk…
My parents’ journey*.
*1Peter 2:21 For even hereunto were ye called: because Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow his steps.
September 3, 2021
1st place, "Your Best Sapphic Stanza" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 9/21/2021.
Awesome qualities are deemed refined
In a friend no one else has yet defined
Seemingly precious cannot be erased
Hereunto from that which she is based
An echo of a beautiful soul is raised
Beseeching wholely toward safe love
Everyone in search of its haven cove
Angel of truth will thou find indeed
Understanding ways of real need
Telling stories only of that required to divulge
In the arms of those present to indulge
Full of life emanating hope and laughter
Unending even in days of banter
Lies the golden heart in a lighter
Soft spoken in times of disparity
Obligated to quell various forms of partiality
Unsolicited advice quenched from lips
Liaison sails her away from sinking ships
Date: 5/13/2021
Contest Name: Giving Godly Grace
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
Don't dance with Lucifer
You may be put in a trance
Dancing with the devil
You then said, whatever?
Leaves you with dirty pants
And if he breathes on you,
He's deceiving you
It's his voice yet but it's your choice
so stop entertaining him
the old folks used to say don't git in bed-with him
So God stop reprimanding
Ain't no blaming
The dance card still remaining
You know what you're doing
Stop you manoeuvring
Just stop, so stop stand tall
Get off the wall
Take off your shoes
Walk over here
From where you stand
Come over hereunto this ground you stand on is holy grounds
This ain't no dance hall
I found that I rather walk with God and Angels
Than to dance with Lucifer Satan
6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
God
leads me
thru His grace…
lifting my soul
...toward victory
in serving with faith’s gear
against self-glorying lust...
while trusting His merciful heart
that desires redemption of mankind
with my willing diligent stewardship.
I
follow*
my Lord God,
the wise Leader
Who holds the future.
Forever King of kings
He directs with supreme might
along compassion’s gentleness…
for ascent to faithfulness’ triumph
beckoning creation’s joyous worship!
*1Peter 2:21 For even hereunto were ye called: because Christ also suffered for us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow his steps.
July 31, 2018
Hereupon
I hear a song
Hereunto I embrace the near of dawn
Hereunder I ponder long
Herewith birds to sing the strong
Heroic verse
I'm a hero
I don't need to rehearse
Hero worship gone wrong
Being a hero can make things worse
Been a hero so long
It's a heroic curse
A hero now withdrawn
Becoming perverse
Heroic heroin and no nurse