HEAVENLY KISSES XL1sonnet 41
HEAVENLY KISSES a sonnet
(a changing life)
At NIGHT, fog, frost, Torment&Worry
Next DAY, snow, lightning, Fire &Distress
From GRIEF, angst, sorrow, Disgrace,Ridicule
With JOY, ease, wins, Constant Day
The MOON, smoke, flame, Ox and Wagon
Love's LIGHT, floods,field, Knowledge is Sustenanced
Our OBJECTIVE human,travail, Faith and God
PURPOSED, prize,promise, &Thankfulness
What is GOOD,right,positive,do Mention
CULTIVATE,earth, floods, to AVOID
Sans COURAGE, praise, soul, be APART
With FEAR, lies, strife, soon Reigns
Everything changes:Everyone loves:We, all ,incline to hate;
We ,who meditate these Words,understand the human state
I’ve travelled a long way in lonely vale,
in the distance I see your face gone pale,
turning into a colorless shapeless shadow,
indistinct in the darkness of the past hollow.
But in the mystique moonshine night
solitude hangs like silver mist in sight,
spreading a veil of glaze to forever last
on the present and on the past.
I then hear your soft footsteps clear,
carry the resonant echo of our past near,
break the shroud of loneliness, and with its shard
we mend the fence between us in our yard.
We now keep it blissfully strong,
where our entwined hearts belong,
for we’ve restored it with true love as glue,
shaping the tomorrow, reassured and new.
Now my longing times are for you, yours mine,
on drifting winds we don’t ever incline.
We’ve shortened the distance, come closer,
for we’ve built a bridge of fusion together.
We’ve weaved enchanted in the craving air
the tapestry of love with fervent flair
that decorates the bridge between you and me.
Let it not burn as long as our dreams we see.
I Run
I run.
Sometimes I run fast.
Sometimes I slow down.
But I run.
I run. I run.
I wish I could run all day long.
I run.
In my dreams, I'm always running—flying downhill on mountain trails, leaping over rocks and hills, free with every stride.
Oh, I run.
I even love the climb. The incline strengthens me and is kinder to my knees.
I run through challenges.
I run toward purpose.
I run because it makes me feel alive.
Oh, I run.
And as long as I am able...
I will run.
Creeping
Creeping
Creeping
S-L-O-W-L-Y up the steep incline,
as the roller coaster inches forward...
higher and higher
toward the clouds.
Children laughing,
their hands stretching
to touch the sky
as they reach the pinnacle
of their exhilarating ride.
Then suddenly—
the coaster races
back to Earth,
ending the adventure
in mere seconds!
Cognitive decline
follows chronic emotional neglect
Said the curious student
to teachers of dogma
Said the silenced sage
to muted musicians
Said the silenced voice
to the petrified dancer
Said the theologian
to exhausted bodhisattvas
Said the frustrated ecologist
to traumatized wiccan worshippers
Said the gospel sympathizer
to Old Testament victimizers
Said the scientific systems reformer
to irreligious deformers
Said the green-caste revivalist
to the caste abolishionist
Crown chakra abuse
follows root chakra neglect
because
Root chakra ignore
follows Crown chakra adore
Because my cognitive ethos decline
follows our chronically traumatized
eros neglect
As my disillusion
follows Earth's disempowerment
Re-cognizing humane ethotic decline
follows chronic divine erotic neglect
Not empowering transformation
not enlightening communication's
authentically engaging restoration
Intellectually sagacious incline
following polyamorously amusing
compassion.
Distance—a corroded lamp by the street,
Some trees incline in a windless shush,
A narrow, lone path meanders between.
And there—a red house, austere and still.
At times, I stand by its broken gate,
And pause where silence thickens
I listen—though nothing moves or stirs,
The evening descends like a vague veil
Over the roof, the branches, and the dust.
Like a fool, I remain in taciturn awe
The dusk gradually engulfs the lone place.
I cherish the notion you might have come,
And sit here long in a numbed trance.
If you ask me why, I could not elucidate.
Willows waving in the window frame.
Six cheerful mice dancing on the door.
I’ve changed my sweater to the same;
It’s gray as the daytime clouds outdoor.
Deciduously delicate as lace, ne’er still.
Dependent on limbs, movement with wind.
Inside the poet’s space, her spouse sawmill.
Does he dream of the zigzag step incline
Or a lovely walk to church on Easter Sunday?
Does he trace the smiles and shadows of sun
And the rising of our Savior; celebration heyday
As we praise shoulder to shoulder as one?
The willows wiggle like children on the pews;
Dressed in Spring green, sunny yellow, sky blue.
Like branches, the mothers hold them in the queue,
Though little bodies, hats and ties are all askew.
The poet’s husband’s hopped up in time,
Forgotten what was on his mind, in sleep.
The writer’s rat-a-tat-tat must quit her rhyme
And ask her tree for help with counting sheep.
Circumstances over controlled mass confusion untold mystery, sovereignty, beloved reverence, buoyancy, cluster confusion for the masses.
Overture of unwritten pages spoken voiced communication , abstract differences in denial brain is cold electric fire
And division is blinded because man has no eyes and the mafi's mute. Mute because the brain cannot compute in the hands are still because they're bounded and the body is serpentine fire
Though I do not incline my mind and body is not bogged down with drugs. Alcohol of any kind. I am a real list I am having bliss yet. In these adorning times I am friendly caught up in humanity's
2/23/26
Written by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
--- frenzy.
Both Shone Bright
A lone pine
upon icy incline
wishing for its stardom to come true
but knowing that wish did not contain pure value
A silly wish but one never knows what thoughts do
A bright star, shining alone in night
saw pine and sparkled light
both shone bright
Enemies of body, soul, and mind
Are rapidly on the incline.
With subtlety and deception,
With plan and determination,
Like a serpent hidden in weeds,
Waiting and lurking for evil deeds;
Hovering with opportunistic attitudes;
Capturing the mentalities of multitudes;
Causing them to switch tracks.
Looking and longing to attack,
They are vicious in their evil acts.
As they plan their destructive strikes,
May God ever grant us resolve to fight back.
It's been a while since I've prayed for someone I don't know
A siren brought the mind afoot to somewhere I should go
'sif wakening vestigial impulse buried long ago
Sunk deep beneath incline that's keeping me from what's below
But something in our makeup made up by a stronger hand
Is there if we but care for care and follow it's command
For even when we scraped our knuckles 'cross a barren land
We somehow knew alone alone is not how we were planned
For the forty 3rd attempt
Of incline
A forty 3rd question unanswered
Los Angeles requires an accomplishment
As yet the roofs of wealth choir no challenge
Stilled in self wonder the share constants
Water and health in abundance, again
This execution remembers every faculty
Partners and sermons
Cost and boss
The build of document to spend
Little shadows of Washington fend
The framers of a Los Angeles hard at work
During war time
Without end
Preparing the give
Ready for another attack
That steal refuses its sound
Prefer of the city and cities charity
Suggest of intonation
None strate to the cause
America in Los Angeles only lensing past tense
Encampments of abandon
In a day of labor, no notes
No reservation
No surplus
You're my focus all the time
You're the ink in the design
Your's the name inside the vine
Hoping one day they combine
You're the grape that makes the wine
You're the purest gold so fine
You're the pencil, make a line
Then draw your heart on top of mine
You're the polish, how you shine!
You're the neon in the sign
Your menu towards which I incline
On you a feast, I'm fit to dine
Eclectic Notions on A Sunbeam
I cannot see inside your mind unless it’s telescopic
On bended knee it rains sublime with the next contentious topic
I’m rendered please into decline as I am incline to stop it
Befriended a line of enchanted rhyme to retreat from the myopic
Auspicious arguments that have no point or vision
Vicious bargains that consort to continue upon their mission
Superstitious monuments that distort the acquisition
Pernicious paradigms for high concept mimes that refute the inquisition
Social intimidation before you’ve even left the house
Perocial lamentations leave you quiet as a mouse
Antisocial inclinations at the introverted house
Precocial salutations that leave me wanting to renounce
Perspectives on the global scene bereft of accuracy or intention
Detectives of the broken dreams wishing upon the next invention
Reflective thoughts before the scream to bequeath an intercession
Eclectic notions on a sunbeam underneath my last confession
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Look at the stars how they shine for you and I
better learn to appreciate them before we die !
See the banquet of beauty God has created
feast your eyes on it and you will feel elated;
Dappled in light heaven is our Sacred Window
absorb its secret as if you were a leaning willow
Incline your ear and listen for a soulflul whisper
God has always been a generous tipper;
Shine baby shine right where you are
its always more peaceful up close to a star
Drink the stardust of the moment
be the rhapsody song of His cajolement
Look at the stars how they shine for you and I ,
better learn to appreciate them , before you die !
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