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.
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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
All the questions answered
All the feeling shown
All of loves reality all the way
to the bone
All the sit beside me's
All the time on the phone
All secrets finally revealed
we made ourselves at home
All the meet my relatives
All the things I own
All the giving pleasure
especially when we're alone
All the heavenly wishes
All secret jealousies known
All the Earth could give us
till suddenly you were gone
All the Angels mourned us
All of our worlds time was gone
All that I had given suddenly
battered and scorned
All the meaningful weeping
All the shock of alone
All the weary depressions
irresistibly shone
Yet all of you I gave to God
Who gave me to you
All I know is waiting for me
with in my faithful view
All of Us, this part of me that
God has joined with you
Just waiting for a better beginning
When God makes all things new
I've got so much junk in my back forty
Old junk from old days and old ways
Screwups, tantrums
Indifference, jealousies
Grudges, assumptions
Anger and hate
I've been trying to clean up back there
For many years but it is dark, overgrown, and confusing
I have come to realize that my old junk is here to stay
So I am going to create a new garden out front
A place to forget the junk out back, a new world for me
Ill lay out plenty of love with a path to forgiveness
Colorful flowers of charity
The shining light of loyalty
Service to all who visit
A calming escape without guilt or regrets
It's my old junk, it is part of me
But I wont use it any more
I pray for all who visit that after they leave my garden
They will be better than when they came
My Favorite Junkyard Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
10/4/19
speculation
every one is born a winner
so don't stop me
our obvious pressure
don't drive me
in this modern world
cos I have find my way
is definitely not same with yours
speculation
everyone is born a winner
so why the hatred
why all this jealousies
why stab me at my back
when I clean your tears
with love
speculation
everyone is born a winner
this never exclude you
neither does it forbid my destiny
in life
I thought friends were for life
so why do you make my success
a crime
why the sudden change
life is a great teacher
especially when friends
turn enemies
speculation
everyone is born a winner
this is a clear honest truth
no one is a failure
failure is only but just an event
an ordinary event that put
many to an everlasting captive
were they only live with a permanent
weakness
no wonder they are never
far from my name in their lips
no wonder they are never far from
speculation
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