A desert's rain
like a thoughtless brain
brings soothing pain
that's lavishly plain.
This sad clown
wears a peasant's crown
while sitting down
so that he won't drown.
Lavishly, she served me her love.
She was breathtaking,
Metaphorcally ever tasty. and...
In every nook and cavity
Was filled with spirituality.
I beset, I embraced.
Yet I anguished,
I lusted for no end
Special angel.
She was my bitter taste.
You see I set society,
She embraced my spirit
And saved my soul.
Now I am whole
A ANGEL WHOLE IS LOVED
-- Spiritually Whole
5/23/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
458.
Prayer Against Extravagance
Oh Father God, deliver us from extravagance
May we be moderate in our financial allowance
Oh Lord Jesus, save us who are like Zaccheus
Grant us wealth that will not make us infamous
Oh Holy Spirit, rescue us from too much luxury
Be our catalyst not to live lavishly
This we ask in our Almighty God. Amen.
-12/21/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems Against Life's Problems
Love does not retreat,
Stands firmly a pillar!
Protector of the fold --
Defends, fiercely harbors --
Soul’s physician and
Healer – love, before
The first heartbeat and
Will carry into eternity
Come our sphere’s final.
Love is lavishly devoted.
Serves a higher nature while
Keeping compassion for man’s
Lesser --
Blossoms,
Attracts and
Elevates, a concentrated messenger
Of Divine Presence infinitely evolving
Purest manifestation --
The crucifixion, a cruel example!
Christ~ Love’s perfect personification!
Universal love, creation’s ever expanding
All-Mighty Physical/Spiritual Objective --
When everything else fails, love will be
There to pick up man’s calamity
Pieces. Creator and redeemer. Love is always
And forever. Both Captor and Liberator.
Health care begins when we listen to internal signals.
Oxygen in air we inhale gives energy for body functions,
Living is then set to a rhythm by routine exercise.
Ingredients of the food we eat chosen with care,
Self-temperance is then the key to good physical shape.
Tasting with liking each wholesome bite for nutrition,
Intuitive awareness helps choose the healthy options,
Comprehended sensibly these silently nurture the whole.
Hydration in ample measure washes the body inside out.
Enthusing vigor revives through rest after tiring times,
As the inner clock aligns with the advent of the dawn,
Languishing nerves are lavishly suffused by the sunshine.
Turning worry into prayer time offers the divine care,
Hopeful mind rests calmly poised with the trust in God.
Succulent rainbow dessert
lavishly layered
in large clear bowls and goblets,
Fine crushed ice with milk,
ice cream scoops on top
of all sweets.
Yum!
By moonlight when the moon shone with all her majesty,
My ancestors told us the story of the Tiger,
Which crouched at every rumble of the jungle-thunder,
Either out of fright or from bravery;
Tiger, male and ferocious,
With wicked fangs,
Tiger which breathed fire upon the foliage that shielded
Our village from the rage of the sun,
Which raped lady antelopes with utter contempt,
Which dined lavishly on forest flesh
And wined drunkenly on hunters’ blood,
Which knew no honesty,
And which turned wild upon them,
My ancestors,
Season after season,
In rain and in harmattan,
Until one fine day
When the forest trembled with the screams of
The beast, beaten on its own tracks,
With roars of terror ending when the moon
Slid between the witnessing clouds.
Captured by your pageantry
Mask shielded identity
Bewitched my gallantry
Stole my heart anonymously
Such mysterious glamour
Eerie yet intriguing
Speaking to my emptiness
Replacing all my loneliness
Extravagant mystery
Shadowy history
Surreal and dramatic
Ornately enigmatic
Your life a deceptive dance
Role played romance
Cloaked intentions
And social masks
Lavishly concealed
Make your backroom deals
Trading hearts like tokens
With words softly spoken
The masquerade illusion
The ultimate confusion
Love but allusion
Self-serving inclusion
Bitter truth unveiled
Torn landscape surveilled
Love’s victim impaled
Your manifesto nailed
To my soul
They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
They are the lightning of Yuletide —
Lightning unaccompanied by rain.
Shaped in balls and spears, and lean
Fragments of flagrant colours,
They are armed with their own thunder —
Thunder that speaks volumes and calms the rage in
Frenetic dogs.
They are coloured paints splashed lavishly across the broadest
Canvas ever —black and seamless
We see through their lens, the running dusts
Of sparks,
The dancing circus of sky-circuits
And the happy wars waged on the frontiers
Of seasons.
They strobe around the cold earth.
New Year’s Eve is riddled with conundrums,
Waking sleepy souls to sneeze up details of
A frazzled year.
The heavens are lit up lavishly,
Electrified to stupor,
Reminding us of choirs that chorus to the tunes
Of life everlasting.
Carousels ride through our minds, young now,
Old tomorrow,
With sparks that shine this moment
And dim the next.
Such is life.
Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
Of love's joy, and
fond mystery, too much
can never be said,
nor tenderly written
poetically read~
lavishly spread!
Let poet's all proclaim
in unison, another day
of oceans, teeming with
chocolate hearts --
rose scent Everest' tall
a mass of gems gifted
that would even dwarf
those guarded towers
of the bejeweled royal! --
Throw kisses plenty, enough to melt and heat
a world of frigid Arctic seas. Let all, who have
not yet, add their hopeful names
to Valentines tenderly evolving bliss-list --
Let even, us, well seasoned participants celebrate
again with the young on this blessed, sacred eve --
again my love
imprint our names, sealed
forever~ with True Love's, indelible kiss.
Life's Menu
The world is a feast
hosting many beasts
lodging its beings
In a palace of bliss
Serving mystery meals
with knives and forks
tending to fangs and claws
Ripping through life’s menu
Feeding on scorn
Feeding on hate
Feeding on the love of men
Lavishly Catering out despairs
Stylishly rummaging
through the hopes
Spreading buffets
of selected illusions
spiced with chaos
Lo! Christmas feast starts with...
Layers of pasta sheets
Loaded with creamy sauce
Lots of ground meat, cheese, herbs--
Lavishly stirred in wine
Labor of Mom's warm love ,
Leaving us yummy-fied!
Our river runs low, unlike in Barbados, where rain graces the small island, turning it into a tropical paradise. Green pastures thrive,
an a breadfruit can sustain a poor man throughout the year, while others feast lavishly. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in America, and perhaps in other parts of the world too. What are we thankful for this year?
Reflecting on 2024, what stands out as your most memorable moment? What brought tears to your eyes, and how many times did you cry out for help? This year has been tough for me, filled with force and emotional baggage,
accompanied by piles of bills. I held on, knowing that temporary meant limited, not permanent.
It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
Those who are also thankful for the setbacks experience a life of rich fulfillments.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings.
Today is Black Friday, and it feels black, an adjective that brings emotional instability. Will I be able to catch a good deal on this day?
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