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Talents Stuck in the Village

Here we are, our falsehoods are now through,
Did you claim your share from life’s clear view?
Erasing one name from this fragile world,
A name that history forever unfurled.

We left the village just the other day,
Yet for its warmth, we always long and pray.
Enjoying life in our own fleeting ways,
We’re all just bellies hauling earth’s clays.

In youth, we burned as flames in the night,
We bowed to no one, fought with all our might.
Self-centered, stubborn, and deaf to advice,
We plunged into troubles more than twice.

Now, youth and pride have both faded away,
Tamed, we follow life’s humbler way.
Like a flickering lamp that’s lost its glow,
Our fame has dimmed, nowhere left to go.

Onion

I, naughtily, peeled and peeled you to find the truth within,
You have, dear, taught me the philosophy of nothingness;
Each of your petals, like magical herbs, tickles my skin,
Each leaf, as a united nation, enwraps your thickness...!

In you is fulfilled the Buddhist concept of Nirvana,
You are accused of arousing sensuality too;
The Israelites, in each step, seeking flora and fauna,
The Bible says each one missed you, restlessness in them grew...!

One who wishes to kiss one's spouse should not eat you, they say,
Each dish of each little home, yet, dear, you make delicious:
Antioxidants, Blood Sugar, and the Digestive way,
Symbol of protection, memories... you are auspicious...!

Peel yourself selflessly...  this is what every onion says,
Resurrection means crucifixion too in humbler ways...!!!

Deliberations An Open Form

DELIBERATIONS
nonetheless
a deliberate
continuance
in
a
 realisation
of
the
 emotional

an   exp!osive
apocalypse
to
mark
a
 poignant
 awareness
where
timeless
 passions
&
idealogies
 are
suspended
 in
a
 humbler
resurgent
inheritance
  strengthened
 transplanted
transfigured
 &
tempered
by
valid unbroken
tradition

Death Was Near

In the same month,
my husband had
two close encounters
with death.

First, a stray bullet
that landed a few inches
from where he was.
What are the odds!

Then a week later,
He had a small stroke.
It forces him to undergo 
a carotid artery surgery.

Waiting for the surgery, 
made us a bit anxious.
It was a good sign, to know
he had escaped death weeks before.

A period of profound teachings.
Trusting in “God-Universe”
Made the whole process easier.
We went with the flow. 

He is recuperating now. 
We are humbler.
Appreciate each other more.
Grateful with doctors,
nurses, family,
life in general...

Death was near.
Offering us another perspective.
The adventure of being alive.
Life never ceases to amaze us.

What Manner of Man Is This

What manner of man is this, they asked,
Whom even the winds obey?
He speaks and calms the angry seas,
Yet He's humbler far than they.

To hear Him speak come thousands,
This man so meek and mild,
And yet throughout His busy life,
He still had time for a child.

They come to Him from miles around,
The sick, the lame, the blind,
And in one day He makes them whole,
Not even a scar could they find.

You've lived and supped with Me, He said,
Together we have slept;
And lo in spite of all I've done,
You don't know Me yet.

Small Miracles

small bird evading predator
recognised me as its saviour 
taking shelter between my feet
happen-chance soul uplifting, sweet
Gods miracles make us humbler

19-July-2021

The Shame of Lack of Shame

Does lack of shame suggest I'm 'good' perhaps (or more a child)?
Does confident 'belief in God' prove that my home's God's Light,
or faith in 'my faith' shows I'm lost, bereft (with much to learn)?
Does Grace of Christ suggest shame's obsolescence (post His death)?

True 'faith in God' seems humbler stance that posits Grace (that's wild),
we cannot earn by faith or works; His gift - God's oversight.
Should shame I see, the trail of sin left in my wake not burn?
May God post smile at praise received, words cast by poem's breath!


Long Tooth
June 28th in 2021

Another Toast To Ploutos

How do I judge
people who wear fine clothes
with an attitude?
Hippocrates, nothing else!

I have worn trendy clothes
and made me look great,
many likes and compliments 
I got that widened this
incredible smile part of my trait;
suddenly, sad eyes turned to happy eyes!

How do I deal with people
with excessive pride?
I become humbler than they should be,
and they never thought it was possible!
Being too proud keep us from being meek,
isn't this the true image most of us seek? 

Can our humble attitude
be distinguished from that of the powerful
who amass fortunes to build another beautiful
mansion to satisfy their greedy
ego and be spoken of eloquently?
Will they experience inquietude?

I remain true to myself,
being glad for my achievements,
never feeling above the others who boast,
who pursue materialism with madness 
and become self-proclaimed gods;
can their increase in wealth be another toast
to Ploutos who's different from a common elf?

If Only Love

                 


                  If Only Love



If only love were in our hearts!
And each person was indeed our sister or brother.
Not judged by how little or much they
have, that would be a calming salve.

If only love were in our hearts,
We would realize finally and for once,
That truly we are not colors of crayons
In a cardboard box.
But, by a Creator,of all shades made.
Like flowers near a spring, in a sunny glade.

If only love were in our hearts!
Gratefulness and sharing would rule each and every life.
Not destruction of any living sister or brother.
For we only get to be alive once, there is no other.

If only love were in our hearts! 
We'd think about thee, not always me.
We wouldn't be in a such hurry to be number one.
What have we accomplished after all our coveted 
trophies are won?

If only love were in our hearts!
As poets with compassion, we would comment far more.
Not read and run,praising only just winners,
And by-passing far humbler ones as weak poem quillers.

Ah...if only love were in our hearts!



                  August 6, 2020
                  9am PST

Time Has Endless Patience

Time has endless Patience
There from the start
There too, 'twill be, at the end
  when all else departs

Time's a humbler of Empires
Outlasts them all
Watches monuments crumble
  no matter how solid
  no matter how tall

The glory that was Greece
The grandeur that was Rome
  In Time's rear-view mirror now
  Majesty become soil's loam

Time is dispassionate
It goes its own way --
Yet it's ours to utilize for the good
  ~ every moment, every day

Embraced Thunder-

11/20/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr

Nephilim

In those primitive times of long, long ago
when behemoths wandered the land
when mankind was wicked and ruthless and raw
and battles were ever at hand.

An unruly unrest reigned on the earth
and rebellion was wild and free
for God turned His back on the people he made
and regretted what they came to be.

On the blackest of nights, on the darkest of days
fallen angels were cast from the skies
then entering into the daughter's of men
a new race began from on high.

So the Nephilim roamed, those aliens of old
a people of lusts and desires
warriors all, great giants so tall
reigning with blood lust and fire.

A ruthless tribe, with dark hearts inside
in chaos, they spread misery and hate
but in due time, God's patience was tried
hence, the Great Flood would seal their fate.

In a humbler man, a new chapter began
for in Noah, God renewed all mankind
with a rainbow so bright, and a heavenly light
filled with hope and new promises to find.





Written on 1/10/2018

Douglass-Dog-Lass' Story

I was Douglass
A good person
Better than the day that gifts a friendly sun
A humble fellow
Humbler than the trees that regard the regal ride of the
wind.
Oh, wealth
You all I desired, then
Why Playing ceaseless host
To those honest crooks
And left me waiting in the pinching rain of hard-up-ish?
Now, I'm Dog-lass
A rich man
Richer like a man who had 1, 000 wives
A smart fellow
Smarter than the chimpanzee even in its own game

Soon We Celebrate the Day

Soon We Celebrate the Day
By Franklin Price
12/22/2016

Soon we celebrate the day
When Jesus Christ was born
Most likely not the actual
Historians are torn

No question that it happened
Doesn't really matter when
Christians among us all agree
He came to save us from our sin

Born in a stable
There was no room at the inn
Could not have been a humbler place
For our Savior to begin 

The angels gathered 'round Him
You could hear their voices sing
The guiding star above the place
Brought the wise men kings

The shepherds left their flocks to come
They could not stay away
Driven to bear witness
To the Christ child born that day

There's much more to His story
On the cross, earth's life would end
To pave our way to heaven
Christ  took with him our sin

If we have faith that's how it happened,
Believe that's the way it went,
We will meet Him at the right hand,
Of God, where he was sent

The Face Within Your Face

You revealed the face within your face
Human,lowly, humbler than an ant
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze
The other face, defended, has no grace
With it ,you appear quite confident.
Yet you revealed to me your hidden face
I know now of the suffering of your days
A fear of tragic pasts feared imminent
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze
The Lord says you’re his lamb and sends you grace.
Yet you must hide from men intolerant
You revealed the face within your face
Like Jesus, you were scourged and in disgrace
You wandered feebly,lost, itinerant
The pathos in your eyes makes sad my days
If God exists then would he not embrace
The lost, the lonely, even the vagrant?
You revealed the face within your face
The pathos in your eyes makes humans base

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