May we be blessed to understand the beauty of love…
How even when a person we love is gone
Though their life has indeed ended
our love for them lives on.
How I describe
my son’s guinea pigs?
Are they rodents from hell?
Are they sausages with hair,
from hell?
One rodent,
two rodents.
Which one is better?
It doesn’t matter.
They are both
food for my snakes
and poop machines.
Anyone want 'em?
I will pay you to take them.
And here’s a haiku:
actually not.
I’m not high
(that’s a lie).
My son’s guinea pigs
(this is not a G-aged poem)
are a ******* “beast of burden”
Life is like a game of chess,
Change is a constant occurrence;
If we don't reach the end,
How will you know who's the victor?
Love has the same direction,
Going opposite is a disaster;
One way street is wisdom,
Obey traffic rules.
Life generate wins,
Love generate wealth;
Both are great assets,
To fight liabilities in this world.
Life is precious,
Love is gracious;
Both are gifts from above,
Priceless commodities of man.
I live and love fearlessly.
I live and love fiercely.
I lived and loved falsely.
I lived and loved freely.
I am living and loving fulfillingly.
I am living and loving fantastically.
I am life and love firstly.
I am life and love forthrightly.
I live and love felicitously.
I live and love fastidiously.
I lived and loved ferociously.
I lived and loved fragmentally.
I am living and loving freeheartedly.
I am living and loving flirtatiously.
I am life and love figuratively.
I am life and love fundamentally.
OF THE ESSENCE OF LIFE AND LOVE
(Apropos Of 37 Years Of Onderful Onement Oneness)
The essence of you, is sweet life and love;
My dear angel sent from heaven above:-
Whenever I find myself with you,
It seems there is nothing I cannot do:-
Yes, your essence is sweet life and love;
My dear angel sent from heaven above:-
The light you bring into my life,
Dispels all gloom and strife:-
You promised to leave me never;
And I, to love you now, and forever:-
Hey angel, you mean the world to me:
And I shall love you throughout eternity:
For you are the essence
Of my life and supreme love
My blessed angel
Gifted to me by God above:-
Thee honorable Elijah Mulhomed
teaches the importance of self
care the wisdom that comes
from a spiritual physical connection
within self love building self love
creating a safe place to embrace
such a beautiful love a gift from
God completely his love for us
magnified in a multitude of beauty
residing inside self this wondrous
gift illuminated essence fragrance
lighted purity human restored through
life everlasting as we return to God
Some say poetry is a dying art
Headed toward the dustbins of the latter,
Whereas I see it as an arrow flying
Towards ideas and thoughts that matter.
As photographs and videos
At the speed of light these days
Have become our culture’s medium
In how we think and what we say.
Our attention spans have disappeared
With our faces in our phones
Connecting us with the world at large
While leaving us more alone.
Except for we who love poetry:
Making sense of who we are.
For poetry gives symmetry
And points us to the stars.
Internally and externally
Both spiritually and above,
For reading and writing poetry
Is a gift of life and love.
Dream can be seen
Can't be caught
Life can be broken
Can't be built
It can be given attention
Can't be taken back
Love can be created
Can't be finished.
Life is both a sunshine and rain
There's drop of sweat for every grain
Nothing lasts forever but love
Heaven is not always above
For every scar, there is story
For every pain, there is glory
Stars are brighter when night is dark
For every forge, there is a spark
Don't dive deep in sea of sorrow
Plan instead for bright tomorrow
For, dark maybe is yesterday
Sun soon will rise for bright new day
Don't dwell too much on things of vain
For, foolish things don't bring you gain
Time soon may come to say goodbye
But greatest deeds may never die
February 8, 2024, PST, SPC
And though my bones begin to ache
With every labored breath I take
And energy that once implored
Has now, it seems, been run and floored
I still awake with fervent prayer
That what I love will still be there
So on this cool Thanksgiving day
I still find that I want to say
I’m grateful yet for life and love
And counting every star above
Such blessings counted short and tall
Good fortune wished for one and all
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
NOTHING IN MY LIFE WILL COME AGAIN
Bless my day
my day is blessed
Because I'm alive
because I am
Nothing in my life will come again
Except the life and love mine Father gives me
11/17/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Life is a ".b.itch"
She warms your heart with a sweet loving kiss
And mends your soul with her sweet saying lips.
Until she doesn't and lets you fall deep down, in the dark ditch.
Love is a witch,
She holds you captive in wonderful thoughts
And makes sure you're fattened up with goodness, lots and lots
Until she doesn't and let's you fight deep down, the miserable itch.
MORESO,
Life is a fickle mistress,
She gives a warm embrace and a tender kiss,
Mending your soul with her gentle touch and bliss,
Till she turns her back and leaves you in the abyss.
Love is a cunning sorceress,
She enchants you with her captivating caress,
Filling your heart with joy and happiness,
Till she disappears and leaves you in distress.
Selah.
Streaked across the astral sky
a cosmic snowball friend
off to points unknown
in space and time
and time again,
a smile imprinted
on my mind,
though sometimes..
your long dusty ion tail
makes me sneeze
meek's deep solar wind
left a bright arching trail
and in its fading beauty
an aching learned
so well,
life and love are fleeting..
LI FE and LOVE
Life proceeds to progress:
Brain functions to aggress.
Eye to Eye sudden glance
making both minds to dance.
Eyes sparkle, shine, glisten.
Lips whisper, ears listen.
Sweet sentence to murmur.
‘I love you’ in amour.
Sacred soul sleepless gazer:
In trove of divine treasure.
Senses propel, propagate:
Heart knows to palpitate.
Pearly passion to surge:
Slips, drifts emotive urge.
Exciting ecstasy.
Holy hearty classy.
Heart pumping bubbling blood
Opulent flow in flood.
Heart to Heart unison
Most sweet the conclusion.
04/08/21
You're spending time in isolation now
Nobody comes to visit anymore
You've things to say, but really don't know how
To get your message past the bedroom door
Try poetry! It's fun and it's quite cheap
Express yourself, whatever's on your mind
Plant seeds your loved ones 'ventually reap
You'll do the world a favor, sweetest kind
Tell folks about the virtues you hold dear
Consistency ... Reliability
Integrity and Honesty, that's clear
Old-fashioned, but as good as gold can be
When you look back on life and love, you'll see
You'll frame your legacy with poetry
~ Iambic Pentameter ~
March 11, 2021
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