¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ my quest of happiness seem vain?
Disdain.
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Jealousies.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Absence.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ for my grief
Where shall I turn to seek relief,
When hope on every side lies slain
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ the prime cause of all my woe ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Love.
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If that be so, I but await
The stroke of a resistless fate,
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¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
What must I do to find a remedy?
Die.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Change.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Madness.
If that be so, it is but folly
To seek a cure for melancholy:
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(Blackout of Don Quixote by Miguel Cervantes)
Ordinary love
comes in many shapes
and forms.
But
True love
comes once in a lifetime.
So when it knocks
on your heart's door,
answer it
welcome it
embrace it
and never let it go.
Ordinary love
can be destroyed
by careless whispers
petty jealousies
and other outside forces
But
True love
is protected by building
a strong foundation
two people
one thought
one vision
one heart
one promise
one love.
Ordinary love
can be easily destroyed.
But
True love
is totally different.
No matter what
the situation
it can be dealt with
and handled.
It's been said,
"what God has joined together,
let no one put asunder".
Ordinary love
comes in all shapes
and forms.
But
True love
can conquer all.
The King’s chest of treasure lay bare
Devasted by the cruel jealousies
Of the madness of commoner’s warfare
For dominance in power heresies.
But, finally God’s glory was restored
And all the former graces and strength came in
On fluttering wings the Holy Ghost bestowed
The wealth and riches of heaven carried back within
In an afternoon of providence’s reconstruction
In the perfumed mist of apple blossoms
And Italian boxwood topiary structures.
The angels were its witness with tearing eyes
They started singing Glorias and Hallelujahs
AI! RING!
a horror Anthology
high! I'm sci-fi!
between technology
and nigh.
sound Rare alarms!
jealousies' charms!
on your favorite lip-stick
pressing In thick
those Non-essential tonsils
are such Ghastly inessentials!
A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.
Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib it.
Then, absent of all jealousies,
acknowledging their need,
they oft exchange the lead,
and neither does impede.
Across the water melodies:
the fiddler on her strings,
the frog, the baseline brings;
delight is given wings.
—————
for The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
a Paulo Comitatu: 8:6:6:6 with abbb, accc, etc.
written on 1/22/23
It's silly that you have your secrets
and I have mine; they make us kind of cheat
living out our sensual fantasies,
giving no attention to jealousies:
we live for one thing and burn in their heat
of passion, tasting all delights!
Hiding secrets, living on lies
seems wrong to others, not to us;
we aren't the faithful ones
who aren't sorry after causing tears!
It's strange to fit in a normal world...
where most people believe in themselves,
they look at us and move along;
we aren't admired, we aren't loved...
we aren't perfect, we just drift along
living in the moment, indulging in desires!
Hiding secrets and living on lies
is breathing air, without it we won't survive;
I am weak Adam tempted by sinful Eve:
whatever she gives me is sweetness!
Will our foolishness ever end
and put a stop to madness?
What do you tell two blind people
that the road to pleasure is not always
the one to choose but a bad example?
Change your belief, don't be condemned!
Hiding secrets, living on lies...
is a smart way to avoid cries!
Some career choices come with small voices.
Some callings seem divine, but are ahead of their time.
Certain dreams die on the vine, and nightmares begin to shine.
Such things happen, not by design, but by a ton of denying.
Rejections here, jealousies there, and so few who really care.
So, the best is left on the table, and the remains are laid to rest.
070622PSCtest, Bite Size Poem No48 Poetry Contest,
Line Gauthier. 2P
The
three-fold
flame of Christ
must be embraced
first with love we give
to all the world. This is
how God wants for us to live.
Once we let go of childish ways
like petty jealousies, pride and greed,
love can then grow to light our earth-life days.
With love comes also something we all need:
wisdom to know best how to proceed
along our pathways, and with this
something else then comes along
to bring more peace and bliss:
The power to glow
as we grow with
the three-fold
flame of
Christ.
June 17, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's The Three-Fold Flame of Christ
Global warming
Jealousies
Me: cool :)
25/5/2022
No mirror shows reflection
were it not for light and
dark, that which surrounds
and enfolds us, warms and
chills our inner – the deeper
degrees of being. Numbers,
weights and scales are our own
inventions, for God keeps no such account,
seeing only, who walks in with
us, and how we arrived –
Our internal image charged
by those oscillating fuels of love
and hate; spoken and driven~the
engines moving us forward
and back as a humanity...can stall at
the foot of a mountain, or on a one-way
bridge – gleams that never find
a return channel to steadier stars,
unable to escape the firmament-gravity
of super-glued ego –
Lust for Power, jealousies, need to control
others and all else in our environments,
are some of the Balls And Chains we
sing about, rhyme and push our poetry,
while leaving our souls trailing behind –
True Soul-life, not only sentient feelings, but
the spirit body of God appealing to us, from out
the mist of our wanderings, longing for conscious
reunion –
The way of the heart is beating
The ways of the mind are cheating
Trifling conspiracy lust and jealousies
Spirit is moving the soul is crying
Pivoted denying the righteous ways
The heart wants what the heart wants
The mind thinks not what just is right
Trouble is the soul as the spirit reaps in thoughts
Beatings so the heart is at awe
1/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
If I could have just one desire
maybe multiples of sevens
I would swallow my pride
place it inside
Up Chuck spew out the spoonful of defoul
on a tablespoon
sprinkle it with honey no sugar
swallow the bitter filler of disdained
all those monarchies enrage hierarchies
Throw up spew out a spoon full of defoul
O, what's wrong wit me
In my part of this sinful heresy
repelling me I throw up my jealousies
all of this inside of me
Upchuck spew a spoonful of defile
swallowing like a spoonful of antacid
I would take more molasses
I spit on my shame
I throw up in vain
but it's not what goes in my mouth
but yet what comes out
Raw species upchucking
crawfishes filthy and hurt
rather eat dirt
but those things that come forth
from the mouth go out from the heart
come out of the heart
and these things defoul the man
Please! Don't don't say this all over again!!
Help us all LORD
1/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
St Matthews 15:18
*Image of Driftwords by Pixabay.
Visitations
Yellows upped,
humble shanty forms beyond verdant meadows.
Animals resounding,
quivering grounds,
championed zephyrs penetrate leveled jealousies.
I knocked,
the whitish doorway opened,
neighborly xenial exchanges.
*Free Verse/Abecedarian
2021 October 17
Best man, maid of honor,
Father of the bride.
Toss the bouquet and the garter,
Groomsmen on the side.
In-laws, photographers, caterers…
Don’t forget to tip the waiters.
DJ stage, reception hall,
Gold bands, first dance, pillar to post….
And now a toast:
Here’s to prideful selfishness and petty vanities.
Those rocks and shoals can wreck your ship.
Suspicions will harbor resentment
And threaten your future contentment.
Be careful as you navigate your way.
Here’s to unresolved childhood issues
And deep-seated jealousies.
They can sabotage your happiness
And lead to endless miseries.
Beware these hidden dangers every day.
Here’s to poor communication
And a lack of empathy.
Emotional projections
That highlight imperfections…
The disrespect that only leads to tears.
Here’s to blissfulness and diligence,
Tolerance and vigilance,
Wedding rings and lovers’ knots,
Champagne and caveats.
Cheers!
"It's hard to love a black man
For 400 to 500 years
It's hard to love a black man
He's been imprison
By sometimes a bigoted Humanity
It's hard to love a black man
Other brothers have inhibited
Oh ! what was me
What if God was black would you still be an atheist
What if your father were black would you be legitimate
What if your mother were black will you be worth it unworthy And in all would you heed the call
Swallow your indifferences your ooh's your aha's
In your eyes those hurts to regret their jealousies you lose the negativities you choose open your eyes
Why is it hard to love a black man
And what is his worth
Why! did God create him a species of dark and dirt
His soul is spoil his heart glisson's
Yet his fellow brother and some other Shades no longer or have you ever listened
I am crying a one man I'm color
We are all brothers be it on Gray brown white tan or black I am First I Am a Son of God and I have deserve respect from my fellow man
NO one loves me cuz I'm black racism what if my skin was white as a little 5 year old boy of color I'd never understood no one loves a black man"
5/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
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