A little lamb weeps from the staircase
Legs infected with the scent of his whip
Stained glass peeks from her ribcage
My life I have been stripped
Young bees climb up the stairs
Smelling of putrid moral decay
The bee’s eyes have fallen from their minds
Now on the lamb weeping from the staircase
“Little Lamb! Little Lamb!
Why do you cry?”
A crystalline tear
runs from her eyes
“Take my being,
And tear it to shreds.
It’s the meat butcher’s fault
The epitome of dread.”
But the bees don’t stir
Why would they
Please pity the poor lamb
Now dead in the doorway
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
And go to sleep
My little lamb
now wafered soundlessness is Lamb
yet diamond piercing His fleece
a lark offers sotto tones as harmony
cupped in dualism
wings flutter where it quintessentially quiver
hovering expectant for another silent mission
This New Jerusalem with towers made of glass
Shines dazzling bright upon the old satanic mills
Cloned Holy Lamb with mouth full of grass
Looks picturesque on the background of green hills
Let’s stop to take some selfies smiling silly
Let’s shorten to one line the past time lives
The future’s here, and exactly as was willing
This New Jerusalem reflects in our eyes
We common mortals do not really matter
It’s fine by us to stay behind the scenes
While VIPs are doomed to sing the old libretto
We improvise, to hear the grinding of those mills.
I've been a vegetarian since 1999, so I don't know why I write poems like this.
The Lion and the Lamb
Lamb said, "Violence is not the way of God."
Lion said to Lamb, "That's odd"
(and I quote verbatim)
just before he ate 'im.
Lion's Face Splattered Across the Front Page
Lion was out on parole
when he saw a Gazelle and ate him whole.
His attorney apologized for the pain
and would carefully explain
that the jungle king would plead insane,
but the jury found he was not insane, but droll
when he said he should've topped him with a jelly roll.
Carnivore Herbivore Dialog
The carnivore spoke, "I eat animals raw,
according to the jungle law".
The herbivore replied, "I won't even try it,
I observe a strictly vegan diet",
as he proceeded to gently chew
a burger of mushrooms and tofu.
The predator ate him in one gulp and said,
"I prefer my dinner to be grass fed".
lay down with lion
Ireland livestock
Australian Shepherd
fleecy fluffy flocks
super soft t-shirts
lovely babies
born in the spring
Amish afghan
Mennonite wool
Montana
New Zealand
Australia
wooly
coarse haired
lamb
When Mary had found her frog
With her lamb and cute sweet dog
She was happy to stay home
No more hankering to roam.
Years past and Mary left home
She got a place of her own
Not far from mom and pappy
Her and the pets were happy.
They lived on contentedly
Till Mary met her guy Bradley
At first she thought he was very nice
Then found he was the bane of her life.
All her pets would have to go
Before they wed, Bradley said so
Mary cried and knew that it wasn't fair
If he loved her, he'd be happy to share.
Mary told Bradley to leave her free
To live and love again happily
Angry he was and took all her pets
And left them at the local vets.
Mary was distressed inside herself
Said she'd happily stay on the shelf
That if one day she was asked to marry
It wouldn't be to a man named Bradley.
Good New Day, Blessed Resurrection Day.
To God be the Glory.
This day is not the end but the start of His story. He's graced and placed us to receive Himself . His mercy grace freed us.
Given the ultimate chance to redeem ourselves, Our life is blessed, He paved away.
For us to be eternally saved,
and for that, we praise and thank Him.
We're unworthy, but yet in YOU, LORD, we're Holy. We be the Righteousness of God.
We acknowledge you, birth, death, and resurrection.
And receive you unto ourselves
THANK YOU, JESUS, for saving us,
replacing us on the cross
Worthy is the LAMB
You are the Holy Mighty, LAMB AMEN
4/5/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I am the lamb with the unhinged jaw. I believe that, had I been lucky enough, I could remove the rot from my body, digging into my skin, pulling every inch of deterioration. But I'm more rot than skin, and my skeleton is cold and wet.
At the moment, it is winter, and my shoes are covered in snow. Today, my hands go stiff ; I am the roar of the fire that melts the wool.
Fountain of Youth, El Dorado, pie in the sky -
long odds bets and stakes are high.
Still, people cry...and betting will not cease
till there's a world of love and peace.
Come home, lost lamb, return home tonight
Lay your soft fleece ‘pon the moonlight
Beyond the fence, wolves and foxes abound
Inside your gate, a sentry-hound
The lamb the dove The lion and the crow
Am I going to cry
When the domino's fall
In the name of God who is stronger
In the face of truth
Who is liquid who is steel
The presence of a war surrounding your shores
We saw faith in fairness and power in unity
We saw trouble and we'd help
When a country is on the cusp of survival
Things were changed forever by those who remained silent
The seas of eternity rage from.seeking old lands who sought out independence and learned economic independence
They invented themselves
They attracted attention of those who don't believe in friends
Now big powers seek to take over
Their society and wealth
Theirs minds and their lands
How will all this end
If the cry of freedom
Lost its fame to desire
Am I going to cry
For a people that needed our help
To occupy reason
Am I going to cry
When you tell me I have nothing.left to stand for
When my heart breaks and you threaten all what we believe in
Is there a god
For every season
An ode to morning
Might the urges of night
Keep us entangled in
Our love affair
The snares of evening
that one claims their
desires in unashamed
want
That neither love or hate
defines truth
Such debate comes to
be heard with a doubtful
ear
Óde to me as you shall
have me yours
Neither poverty or wealth
Shall be éxcuse for our
togetherness
He wishes me merely
that I am with you
He longest me in spite of
You
Might night blanket the truth
Of our togetherness
that it is script of your undoings
Might the rightousness of
whoredums
Make me woman above all
Else.
Claria Minded Longings
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(Remember that no one can assail, but Christ the Candlestand, can remove that candlestand, and can rip that veil, even as Hell will not prevail from His attack.) Matthew 16;18
(“For we can do nothing against the truth, but [only] for the truth.” 2 Corinthians 13:8)
Christ is referred to as both Lion and Lamb (Revelation 5:5-6). In Him is peace (Isaiah 11:6). He will bring about peace as we struggle (with Him at our side, as our Guide) being conformed from the “old man” to the “new man”. Romans Chapter 6
[1] Revelation 3:20
[2] John 8:58
[3] John 10:11; 1 Peter 2:25
[4] Malachi 3:2
[5] Haggai 2:8 Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition
[6] Galatians 6:2
[7] Psalm 119
[8] Psalm 23:4
[9] Ephesians 5:15
[10] Isaiah 11:10
[11] Colossians 3:1-11
[12] Matthew 16:17-19
Speaking of someone, somewhat badly,
when beside the still waters,
I know not, what sort of chap,
yet these words, sadly,
were my neighbour's daughter's...
“Altho' neither sleepy, nor needing a nap,
but, as it's always greener on the other side,
and yet, despite my impassioned pleas,
he makes me to lie down in green pastures,
where I gather grass stains on my knees.”
On the morning sun’s day, Jesus went down
To John, in a garment of holy white
To the Jordan, to be baptised and crowned
Splashed with the Jordan’s tears of pure delight
Three times immersed in waters from the height
Three times, the Baptist signed the lamb’s forehead
Three times, John brought him water to be fed
A small dove of holy white downwards flew
To the risen Jesus, and a voice said
“My son, today I have begotten you”
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