A loser from Effingham Junction
received, from the Pope, Blessed Unction.
When they ordered him, “Down!”,
“That I am,” said the clown,
“They call it Erectile Dysfunction.”
Your body pressed up against mine
Your hands running through my hair
you make it feel like a crime
Your absence makes me feel so bare
The dark light up above
The skin to skin feeling
I know we are in love
I see you kneeling
There is a star up above
I see it through the window
The feeling of this love
I see the rings shadow
you ask the question
I feel the tension
when praying while kneeling
God was always appealing
(God my hand had been dealing)
(God gave me great feeling)
(God would help when we were healing)
(God was rocking and reeling)
(God my religion was revealing)
(God stopped my sinning and steeling)
idiot blooming
would go to church not grooming
found my wife fuming
in God we believe
there are those who do deceive
causing us to grieve
when the sun will set
we would fool around and fret
were deeper in debt
Sunlight expects the dawn to return,
Soft blessings pour out laughter,
Stirrings of faith who remind and discern,
Warming the rhythms, the rhymes hereafter.
Moonlight expects the night to console,
Gentling the spirit who abides,
Whispering melodies, silence once stole,
Trembling secrets of love make hearts whole.
Starlight expects the breathless grace,
Praises so wise, so subtle and pale,
Merely the fragile glittering of an embrace,
Wistful as evidences who darkness can’t erase.
Lights for healing, revealing, appealing…
Glowing softly, like a whisper in the soul,
Kindness so breathless, much more than feeling…
Blessing with tender gestures, love that’s still kneeling!
Buyer Beware
David J Walker
The Earth is our patient host
And we are the guests
Feasting freely in a full pantry
Steeling the linen
Calling our neighbors invaders
Demanding justice to fortify our
Positions and satisfy our ambitions
Enforcing the bowing and kneeling
But buyer beware
Earth has its own practice
Of healing
Kneeling before the sunset I rise within the light of the moon standing in the dark
8/16/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
high on a cloud I stand
I caress the mountains
While in my mouth
I taste the problems
Of those destitute
O' Father why can't I embrace ALL my brothers and sisters
higher ground I stand
Yet I'm kneeling
Eyes closed heart mind opened
Praying
While out my mouth
I shout
O' Lord my God
My God Father forgive us
As I'm kneeling
8/1/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
"You know that feeling,
When you are kneeling
Saying prayers,
To that God who cares
For something that your really want,
Hopeful in Him your confidant
To calm your anxiety,
By rewarding your piety
And lighten your heavy heart,
From blessings prayers impart
To know that all will be ok,
And that emptiness will go away
With kneeling words unspoken,
From a heart that is open
That we may receive,
All that we need
But prayer requires a belief,
In God to provide relief
For those critical decisions before you,
Or whatever else is a heavy burden too
When you can’t handle it by yourself,
For some answers aren’t just sitting on a shelf
Life is complicated to understand,
Which is why we look to God commands
To help us find our way,
As we kneel and pray
That all that should be,
Will be
Today,
And everyday
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So on we go
Toward that last
Great show
Kneeling down
Is far from this
As is a wedding kiss
This a journey
To the great beyond
Not trapped in time
Or a barreled soul
It’ll all make sense
Mistakes have purpose
And our lives,
Our lives
Can reach
Infinity
Traveling through
All these uncounted
Realities
Keep me on my grateful
knees Lord, lead me to your
Kingdom with love and hope-
Kindle my burning flame-
Kiss my cheek and give me
keys into heaven’s door-
Kneeling…I beg for grace.
Pleiades K - Poetry Contest
March 9, 2017
On the kneeling streets
of prayers
from dreams with fragrant dragons,
people caught
virtual lights in right palms
blinking with curiosity-eyelashes
counting of from 2 by 2
rarely
listening few hearts-sky…
How many of us are still here
to embrace all
This absurd thing
called love?
Kneeling on the ground
in her own backyard
silently, without a sound
She picks up the shards
Broken memories reflected behind broken glass
Scratching away at a spreading rash
Please, just take it away
Silence the carelessness you say
Sleeping without any dreams
Creeping up without any hope
Weeping within her silent screams
How will she ever cope?
She prays for the day
when you will take all this pain away
She made plans for a land
that she will one day understand
Kneeling on the ground
In her own room
Her heart begins to pound
and she turns into gloom
She removes the shards from her hands
They leave crimson rivers to follow
Shattered and broken plans
Despair is so hard to swallow
'Take my pain all away
For this I pray
Lord, I've fallen victim to the prey
Don't let my happiness stray'
Kneeling on the ground
she will not make one sound
Because no one is ever around
to comfort her heart when it starts to pound
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