it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
The trail led to a mountain top
unveiling a becoming view
there not expected to be seen-
and knew we found a peekaboo
to an attractive, bubbly scene
likened to a movie prop.
Effervescent was the blue lake
framed by the verdant spruce and pine.
Pure and untouched for nature's sake-
a harbinger of peace divine.
I'm a masterpiece forged by God
likened to His Son the Christ
molded and enfolded to permeate Him
In every aspect of my life
and as a creation of God
of Him I simply ask
allow me to recognize my purpose
equip me for the task
now ready to do good works
which for me You've ordained
now God powered, God planned
and godly proclaimed
and as a creation of God
of Him I simply ask
allow me to recognize my purpose
equip me for the task
Your salvation has delivered me
by Your grace, I've been transformed
equipped for the task that You've prepared
for me to perform
wonderfully made
by Your mighty hands
ready for my mission
on Your word I now stand
and as a creation of God
of Him I simply ask
allow me to recognize my purpose
equip me for the task
God powered, God planned
and godly proclaimed
equipped for the task
which for me You've ordained
and as a creation of God
of Him I simply ask
Lord help me recognize my life's purpose
And please equip me for the task
Nervously I wonder if
I’m better than what’s passed–
Surely thou must think so now,
At least while thou shalt last.
And though my standards be quite high,
(Considering my art not vast),
The tests I’ve conjured–fast and strict–
Save but one–you’ve passed.
With strangers whom thou mingled be,
Doth thou reminisce?
And when thou art holding me,
Yet are they still missed?
Couldst thou be a honey bee,
Which passes with one sting,
Or rather likened shouldst thou be
To resilient wasps on wing?
And even if thou be’st that wasp,
As kindly as thou seem,
Thou sting’st as a naughty knave,
And made those two girls scream.
Passed around you sadly seem
To this girl who’s firm and chaste;
But if thou can prove’st to me
You’re wiser now–steadfast–
I’d look past your transgressions
And look not to the past.
565.
Prayer for the 5th Commandment
Oh Father God, You have commanded us not to kill
This I must, this I do according to Your will
For You have created human beings according to Your image
Our life is sacred as well as our assemblage
Oh Jesus Christ, help me not to become a murderer
Help me consider my fellow a brother or a sister
To our Creator our likeness is likened
From our Creator our life is brightened
Oh Holy Spirit, let me not kill a human being
This is God's command, this is one good thing.
Amen.
-10/29/2017
(Dumarao)
*Prayer for the 10 Commandments
The board isn't straight because of the termites, ....Whose laser has melted likened ice, melts to water
....Crooked, is the board that has troubled the rain....
5/8/26
by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I took a look into my eyes as I reminisce on this journey called life
In my reminiscing, I was lost from the physical world but was live in my thoughts
Just like waves, I was shocked by my findings, just as the hologram, the world is full of fake people
The taste for a better life kills the angel within, now it's here and all that's left are demons, how sad and bitter
What's trust? It's but a plate of potage, bought with my rights
In this ring of life, I've been beaten down but refuse to stay down, I want to be angry at the world but it's not the way
The anger boils hot in me, yet I smile as I walk through my thoughts,
The bitterness of my soul is likened to that of the hulk, but I chose not to be a destroyer
What's the way I ask, but the look in my eyes says nothing, the chaos in my head creates a secret order
The venom from the bite of the viper which I picked out of kindness try to corrupt me, but all mustn't suffer for the sin of one
As the drums of war beats and the chants of my brothers uplifts my moral, I preach love because it's the only way.
Cosmic Adventure
There, upon the launchpad, the countdown proceeds
as bolts explode, and the umbilical apparatus releases,
and massive amounts of energy bursts from engine ignition
to create propulsion thrust and lift-off reaction
for the vehicle’s escape from Earth’s gravitational attraction
in sequential stages, skyrocketing into the orbital trajectory
of slingshot phenomenon to the universe of cosmic adventure,
likened to explorers in olden days piercing the unknown aperture.
Through the porthole, astronauts marvel at the spectacular scenery
as they watch their country on the blue planet disappear gradually.
Emotionally restrained, the astronauts resume their mission,
methodically pushing buttons and recording observations
in a four-dimensional continuum relativity experience,
limited in scope by the laws of scientific ingenuity.
It was likely lichen's provided the fuel
Evolutionarily leading to mortal and mule
They worked with the fungus that brung us to fore
Elevating our thought to what we thought was more
Than what had preceded, receded and left
We then reseeding, believing the best
It was what our creation and station now made
Us to invent cultivation and blade
Use in one allows us to grow strong and tall
The other decides what will stand, or will fall
It's best in the harvest when feeding us all
The test is the anger that comes with the Fall
The image staring back is me
A look that was once not free
The pain buried behind the burning eyes
To this day silent cries
History displayed across my face
A person needing a warm embrace
Each wrinkles tells a different story
An action and mental inventory
Each grey hair that appears
Has come with hurt and tears
The hair line slowly moving back
A constant reminder too unpack
The tiredness showing under the eyes
The memories of being told what to despise
The freckles on my fair skin
Likened to her and him
A smile that doesn’t quite reach
Always told I was a leech
What looks back at me
Is not someone who is proud to be
What stares back in the reflection
Feels the full force of rejection
Someone who is hard to love
Thanks to those 2 who rest above
Damaged beyond repair
The past present and future of a spare
It sneaks up on all of us
Imperceptibly at first
But dawning slowly over time
Until it's time we took a hard look
In the mirror… and faced the truth
It's inescapable
It happens to all of us
First born, last born
People, places, governments, movements, principalities
It catches up with all
We must confront what we've become
Has the age of enlightenment become the age of entanglement?
That many-legged arachnid known as truth
Waits silently at the edge of the web… that tangled one we weave
When wonder becomes plunder, and balance becomes challenge
And the age of reason becomes likened unto treason
Who do we deceive… and what will be consumed?
A classic wind upstaged the evening,
Vocalizing Leaves and Tremulous Aria
Branches. On accompanying fused-sand, framed
and clear, began a run of finely tuned
rivulets -- busy writing, I had not
looked, and saw, dark clouds conjugating --
nor sniffed thickening troops of air~ my
sinuses alerting, their usual swelling. Came a lantern's
flash, came a vivid slash, rumbling
likened to a heavily weighted freight-train, with frantic
mind to lighten its burdensome, brooding load.
I love to watch you be a women:
How you wake in the morning still
sluggish in your sighs
The perfection of your hair array is a
painted picture in my eyes
Your lips a gentle caress
velvety tingle mine
Your kiss all the whispers of a
passion still confined
Your skin just receptive as all
inhibitions cast to sea
This close to the flame, the
candlelight consummates my queen
I long for the teasing pleasure of a
touch, and spoken words underneath
each breath
Just to watch you be:
A lover and a mother
you captivate me
Can we change places for a moment
I want you to see what I see
I long to be your trust so you can be
a woman
Woman in strength and in
vulnerability
I am in awe of your body, of
God's artistry
The glow of a pregnancy, the
mystery, the unconditional love
Likened to Heaven above
Your angel face, for my eyes to see
I wish to reflect you, and you, me
The snake and the Rat
Saturday night Deep the light minds of the night flow
In the pines of trees
In tales of make believe
The funk is in the trunk
Given up on a pseudo memory
Takes a woman to make something beautiful
You cant do it Trump
Change my life before life changes it for me
Freedom's prison
Pirates wont go to church
Can't quit euphoria Can't quit dope
Blind to that fight Friends will make you see
Its that look
Gods celestial dreams
My motive vation won't let me sleep
When I see
A dropout valley
The tops on tree
Collapsing spirits
Strap on to me
Soaring over
See where it all begins
Those 3 letters
Mott gives to us
The cat on the hook
The hook on a rat The king of rat
Is Ra with a T
Silly face looking at me
The window peine
Sitting as
An a embodied likened of real
Looking through this classless tease
A window of sleeze
The cat never left
You cant touch me
I am the real deal
The meow cow
Programmed to be nice
Soon to take over the world
Meow
Once we were numb
a symptom of uncaring
to be notice
we become overbaring
what flavors this
it's so addictive
me in need
makes me so
submissive
once I was numb
Once I was Numb
Unloved
feeling rejected
all alone
feeling neglected
she only spoke me
with love in her words
the things she said
I loved every word
She clung to me
we started kissing
it was clear to see
love was all that was missing
she pitied me
I became her concern
she likened me
to ah lesson learned
No one else can complete you
but she makes it easy to forget
Darling I was glad to meet you
in love there's no regrets
I love her so
Aint shame to mention
she get's me straight
and keeps my attention
What ah love
It takes two to tangle
but it takes one to forgive
a lovers night
I wouldn't miss it
to spend the night
with dancing and kisses
oh then for
us together
I changed my plans
it was like whatever
By YuehuiGoucheng
"Don't pity my love for you
oh that love is endearing
pity my desire for you
and yours for me
is as sincere and
make time to be with me
and keep me in mind
Sweet as you are
So sweet and kind"
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