bitty lit busy
ants stronger than cinder
-block busy moving
~
following the trail
beaten path busy workers
laymen in the grass
8/27/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Bless the breakfast
As we still fast when the meals late
Bless us all who masticate
Bless the bunch
While they crunch the lunch*
At the noon-day break
Bless the evening as the dinner bell rings
When we all take bits and smatterings
Let us all give thanks
Amen says the laymen
There are rules to minds
that we may not be aware we set
Yet we also choose for processes to exist
that we forget, interrupting these values of gratitude
through stages in which we reflect
through forms of reasoning;
for the ears and tongues of my laymen:
emotions guide you to what you want;
depression, anxiety, reoccurring traumas
bear sensibility when any of those feelings
lead you to help.
Nothing will make sense
without taking whichever steps are needed
to leave this hell.
It makes sense, making choices
based off of feelings that have always taken you
to where you believe you should be taken.
This does not create an inherent price
for your judgment to come back
with fairness as a cost.
It's only a metaphorical transaction.
As much as the feeling of horror
may overcome a person,
the same strength of that feeling
can be mimicked by any of our emotions.
Why could it not?
If something can traumatize,
something can heal;
It doesn’t always rain,
I've seen beautiful weather at funerals.
You see the world through his eyes
sharing his views with the masses
He sits only on chairs for the wise
dictating all of your classes
Forget all of the tales that you've heard
attached to bodies of the laymen
Nothing supersedes the cost of his words
as he receives every payment
Invisible only to nonbelievers & friends
with attitudes of an atheist
Refusing thoughts that everything is him
proves who really is the craziest
Receive him with open arms & hearts
embracing his enduring love
He's the body & everything are his parts
made from his mind up above
Cosmic in all of his eternal ways being divine
tried & true
In his essence exists an infinite shine born
of suns on display for all of you to view
Taking things on face value was a virtue;
make believe facade hurts me, you and you.
New technology can photoshop anything;
us, hacked, laymen have no clue to what's happening.
A coin has two sides, we are forced to choose;
They toss it to stand on its edge, making us lose.
Make believe world is digging a grave to bury truth.
22.6.2020
It's Only Make Believe Poetry Contest
of Regina Riddle
Stress!
Knows no laws
A violation of order
A surprise generation
A sudden application
To go to Hell
Stress an emotion
No virus infection
Come,possible prevention
No cure going destruction
Stress like a business
Buying and selling tradition
In retail and wholesale editions
In day to day engagements
Stress a difficult management
Paving way for disappointment
Some sort of weakness
Some where loneliness
Person to person
Season to season
Going stress,no reasons
Patients hard pressed
With medicine high priced
Able to disable
Haves to have nots
Rich to poor
Learned to laymen
Eating stress raw!
NO BODY BUT JESUS
There are many first responders
Doctors, nurses, lawyers and rescue workers
Laymen, clergymen, Pastor’s, preachers and teachers
Oh
Oh
But none of them
Can save you!!!
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Can save your soul
God the Father has allowed
For Christ to take the place for your sins
Only He can redeem your heart and soul
No, nobody but Jesus
No, Oh, no one but Jesus
Can make you whole
You’ll be born again, (if you choose)
No body but Jesus, Jesus the Christ
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Nobody but Jesus
Can save your soul
5/7/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
Experts know how to
tickle properly, while most
laymen mistickle.
THE POETIC REEDEMER…
To my fellow colleagues.
Devout, aspiring.
With wise words of great magnitude
Sent forth, I speak my mind
I built barricades, lest you leave this behind
The masses no longer relate
Poetic contributions seem not to favour the laymen of late
Food for thought…
I thought poetry was not for the extra-ordinary
Henceforth, the art i wrote
Divide and subdivide
I took a vow to unite the masses with poetry in one glide
The poetic redeemer.
Self-made pioneer.
In the shadows I perfected my art
In emergence I’ve awaken to play my part
To share, be and become
I retraced the footsteps of legends still yet to come
An elite visionary
That which is defined as my blood-type
Undefined specie sent forth to conquer.
In this profession made to prosper.
The mind opener
I see poetic visions from my third eye
The poetic redeemer…
Inscribed twice to leave a mark in the sands of time
It's early November '91,
and I quite can't remember,
ever,
feeling this humbled, seeing
Magic stumble,
off his shiny crown,
and the little boy
Who once glared at 32,
fixated by a dribbling
Rhythm, so compulsive,
so majestic,
so unattainable,
by his own standards,
that he had no choice,
but to glare,
It's different now,
A leather cacophony,
dribbling dissonance,
laymen lay-ups,
Leading us to believe
it was a mere illusion,
but I believed in Magic.
(1/22/92)
To love Physics one just has to care
For the universe heart described there,
Relativity's Laws
Are much like Santa Claus,
Einstein's Tensors just floating on air.
Brian Johnston
August 22, 2014
Poet's Notes:
Just one hundred years ago this poem would have had a different ending...
Newton's Vectors just floating on air.
Post Einstein however things are both simpler and more complicated as physicists
struggle to come up with an equation that describes everything! To help laymen
perhaps just a little, a 'Vector' is a mathematical expression for a force that has a
direction (in three dimensions). A Tensor, though it is hard if not impossible to
imagine except by means of a mathematical expression (a physicist cannot see it in
his mind either) , can be thought of as a multi-dimensional Vector that can occupy
more than three dimensions. Hope that helps! Ha! It seems that God's simplicity is
not that simple for man! Who would have guessed?
COPLA CUARENTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World
Religious hate-mongers pullulate
Gullets stuffed full make laymen loathe:
Sacred totem
Even football wins dedicate
« To Country, Race and team-mates’ Faith! »:
Sport’s anathème
When prayers rise from stadium grounds
For wins against rival teams’ gods:
Holy Crusade
Who plays whom on consecrated grounds
Little gods dribble balls with swords:
Pray in stockade
© T. Wignesan -
Paris, 2014
Would That!
=======================
In the late evening when the moon’s new or
The early morning the sun’s sleeping;
Sitting by the blue lake’s eastern bank—
Far from laymen;
On the green grass amongst the thorny weeds
By the dark forest’s dew-washed feet.
She holding my hand and I her in my hands;
Lost eyes, murmuring lips, and warming breath,
Shivering bodies, faded faces, and drying throat.
And then…
In the clear sky blows the wild wind
And flies her long silky hair, over my face.
Ah it blows stronger! And blows off her purple fluffy shawl
And, the wine shop's window is wide-open …!
It lights, it roars; rains, and drains us wet,
We hold hard, soaked into one,
Her frightened flowery body in my strong arms,
And so close! oh!That close…!
Harder, the clouds roar, lights crack, and the rains pour,
Ah yes—all in climax!
And still the burning bodies unmoved –until,
It floods and floods heavy, and drives us in…
I wanted beautiful faces all around
But...!
I wanted to marry her his wife my beloved
But...!
I wanted to teach poetry women students
But...!
I wanted to hug and kiss any woman of my like
But...!
I wanted to roam as a vagabond country to country
But...!
I wanted to end my life when betrayed
But...!
I wanted to overthrow traditional politicians and let laymen rule
But…!
I wanted a saint’s life in far forests
But...!
This day shall be in remembrance of all the lost souls.
Each one remembered proudly on every flag pole.
This day shall be in remembrance to the fire fighters and all the crews.
Who rushed in giving up their lives, knowing what they knew.
This day shall be in remembrance to each soldier who followed their course.
The Army, Navy, Marines and the Airforce.
This day shall be in remembrance to all the brave and willing strangers.
Who came together to help and comfort, not knowing the dangers.
This day shall be in remembrance to the brave policemen and women.
Who came and worked side by side with with other laymen.
This year shall be in remembrance to all the who gave to the oppressed laden with hardship.
Whether it be a stranger or simply a friendship.
This date shall be forever etched in our hearts and in history.
Let freedom reign, the eagle will soar with such gallantry.
In reverence of 9/11, I kneel to pray...
As I write this, each tear falling don't come close to all who was lost that day.
Each year passing, shall be in remembrance to the brave red, white and blue.
That we came back stronger, braver and always renewed.
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