Long Abased Poems
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Quiritation, quintessence.
Quirister, chime in.
Sickle moon, slivered crescents.
Harvest, glitter grin.
Quickening, quill? Quoth, quotum?
Grapes of wrath, red tide?
Shelter well, velarium!
Vinomadefied!
Viscid, visibilia?
Victrix, vair, vespoid.
Squirrel, thin ice? About me thaw!
Wasp, be paranoid!
Balefire, baetyl, bedaggle.
Ballyhoo bold, bagarre.
Nacre, naiad? Ne'er naggle!
Baisemain? Bizarre!
Blind bandelet? Binausic.
Belie, binaural beat.
Baragouin, barbette brick!
Blind, basiation? Bleat!
Best, bathysphere? Bathysmal.
Batrachian bateleur.
Ailed, apathy? Abysmal!
Bought ticket, took tour!
Abased or abacinate?
What is left to see?
Death and Doom, dread not thy date!
Just move in with me!
Abodement, abnegation?
Bad omens to renounce?
Chaos, cold is creation!
Pound, buy not the ounce....
Luke 14:11 (KJV) “For whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.”
Meekness reveals to me assurance that I’m wrong
When I don’t let go of grievances,
When I let bitterness distract me from loving,
When I remember only those things that discouraged,
When my memories are filled with contempt
When my recollections are covered in doubts
When everywhere I look and all that I seek….
Are reasons to applaud my own deeds and ignore
The good deeds of another who has left me feeling
More blessed than I could have ever imagined….
When I don’t hear the hearts that I encounter
And overlook the wonderful in another soul,
I find myself left with only greed that I can’t defend,
Selfishness that boasts of the way I fail to give,
Egotism that overwhelms me with a sense of pride,
That dark and dangerous vanity that reveals my lack of sanity
When I can’t seem to understand the beautiful
In another’s light, another’s heart – another’s soul
I fail to give back, from within, that part of me that Jesus
Prepared, the part of me that He guided and directed,
The part of me that only love could have perfected…
And, only LOVE can lend to another heart, another soul,
Another who needs the grace that I have been shown!
Never let me become so self-flattering, self-righteous and self-serving
That I fail to reach out to another soul who needs to see…
The ways I have grown since I gave my heart to the ONE who knows,
Without Him beside me, without His love… I’d never be able to become
Humble enough to let go of myself so that I might give to someone else!
My external misgivings Runaway
Found in Shack on in my feelings run away
Caressed encouraged Runaway
Ben heaven-bound run away
And in my forgiving I ran a stray
Ain't Misbehavin so I ran away
Running from the truths
Been burden and misused
Abased on the braised that my suffering
Intermediate and failed to heed to my calling
Search around and over and over for a darling
Why is my memory stalling, formidable so appalling
Running from the truth
And in my forgiving I ran away
Ben burden and misuse
And in my forgiving I ran a stray
this is why now
I Runaway
4/1/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Tears silently spill, falling freely from my eyes; they pool within my heart, reflecting the hopelessness and desperation etched upon the faces of destitute people, begging on the streets. I am abased. Compassion pleads for me to stop and offer them real help, not just toss a few coins and move on. But I am weak. Embarrassed, I hand them my loose change and walk away: head hung low. Hunger does not smile on an empty stomach, and the sun does not shine in the shadows. There are no happy endings to life's grim facts; society's rejects exist on scraps of charity and the bitter dregs of indifference, handed to them by fate. My soul isn't tethered to high places: it cries out for the urchins living on the streets. The intolerable loneliness and insignificance of their lives have left me overwhelmed and despondent: always on the verge of a tear. And my mood is one of melancholy and disappointment: for I've failed my fellow man, and my conscience shames me into admitting it.
sympathetic smiles
and a compassionate heart...
precious currencies
April 11 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 22-24
Key Verse – 2Samuel 22:3 The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour; thou savest me from violence.
HEART THAT RELIES ON GOD WHO IS THE ROCK AND SHIELD
Our heart relies on God Who is our rock and shield against sin’s bondage
Since He forgives us along our confession’s courage
So that we can be revived from guiltiness’ damage
Ever sanctified by His pardoning gauge.
Our heart relies on God Who is our rock and shield against iniquity’s captivity
Since He delivers us along our repentance-sincerity
So that we can be cleansed from dishonesty
Ever purged by His transforming purity.
Our heart relies on God Who is our rock and shield against doubt’s deception
Since He enlightens us along our truth-seeking action
So that we can be illumined from evil’s corruption
Ever guided by His wise direction.
Our heart relies on God Who is our rock and shield against trespasses’ heaviness
Since He helps us along our admitted weakness
So that we can be guarded from wickedness’ filthiness
Ever kept by His empowering faithfulness.
Our heart relies on God Who is our rock and shield against transgressions’ entrapment
Since He frees us along our escape-struggles’ predicament
So that we can be liberated from worldliness’ involvement
Ever led by His heavenly discernment.
Our heart relies on God Who is our rock and shield against pride’s insistence
Since He humbles us along our abased existence
So that we can be chastised from hypocrisy’s pretense
Ever disciplined by His loving holiness-persistence.
Our heart relies on God Who is our rock and shield against slothfulness’ blow
Since He drives us along our servanthood-commitment glow
So that we can be inspired from laziness’ flow
Ever propelled by His sacrifice as we spiritually go and grow.
April 11, 2026
I had a love, but it flew like a bird
out of the cage but never heard.
I had a voice that spoke with tenderness,
rendered softly, but now I digress.
My charm was thick and melted like butter.
Now it's forming artery clutter.
I had ballooned lungs that clung to your air,
but your absence left a pulmonary tear.
My eyes, once wide, indulged your beauty,
but they can't relay what a heart can see.
I had a heart like a tender, ripe plum,
but it's been chewed like shoe-stuck gum.
Honey dripped from my playful mouth.
Now it's tasted onion, hard to brush out.
My belly would flutter with butterflies.
Now they've come out like powdered lies.
My ears were entranced with your melody.
They pranced like deer... into a tree.
I had pennies wasted on vain wishes.
Now they're poisoning the fishes.
My nose was enclosed with rose's scent,
but it blew with the breeze, a memory spent.
Secure were my arms in your sturdy care.
Now they're free, yet lonely, bare.
I had soft hands, interlocked with yours.
Now they hold open their own doors.
Silken were these legs you loved to caress.
I keep them neatly under my dress.
These eyebrows gave raise with praised arousal.
Now they're abased, full of sorrow.
I had a mile-wide smile like a child's for cake.
Now, I faintly make one, but it's a fake.
I had instincts, but I let them go
like a rambling tongue for ego's show.
I had a notion that this would end,
but remained devoted like an owing friend.
Deep were my regrets of yesterday's crime,
but they've been bleached like toilet grime.
I had cavernous wounds, dripping with blood,
with prints that followed like galoshes of mud.
I had a self, differently sorted,
once vibrantly alive, now aborted.
Lord, make our speech* glorifying to You
cleansed from worldliness’ defilement
truly proclaiming our salvation and heavenly settlement…
Let our tongues say cheers of encouragement
with our conviction for holiness-commitment.
Lord, make our words glorifying to You
sanctified from sins’ filthiness
truly showing our desire to praise You with earnestness…
Let our hearts be settled upon Your Word’s truthfulness
with our prayer for good works’ fruitfulness.
Lord, make our talk glorifying to You
abased from pride’s torture
truly asserting our pursuit for effective faith-venture…
Let our will be controlled by Your love and truth’s gesture
with our submission for humility’s nurture.
Lord, make our conversations glorifying to You
rebuked from discontentment’s reign
truly revealing our gratefulness for blessings’ gain…
Let our walk go along Your righteousness’ terrain
with our race in overcoming flesh-strain.
Lord, make our expressions glorifying to You
restrained from corruption’s blight
truly verbalizing our concerns for biblical standards’ height…
Let our vision be brightened by Your wisdom’s light
with our understanding to do what is right.
Lord, make our communication glorifying to You
freed from doubts’ slavery
truly declaring our thanksgiving for Your granted victory…
Let our trust manifest total dependence in You against worry
with our determination to seek You always, living for Your glory.
Lord, make our testimony glorifying to You
forgiven from confessed selfish action
truly stating our revival for active soulwinning participation…
Let our dedication affirm involvement in Your Great Commission
with our consistency to share Your Gospel message of compassion.
*1Corinthians 2:1 And I, brethren, when I came to you, came not with excellency of speech or of wisdom, declaring unto you the testimony of God.
1Corinthians 2:4 And my speech and my preaching was not with enticing words of man's wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power
Colossians 4:6 Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man.
Titus 2:8 Sound speech, that cannot be condemned; that he that is of the contrary part may be ashamed, having no evil thing to say of you.
Diamond in the rough, diamond's beauty framed
Upon hand of the lady loved by man
Lady who wears honor graces her domain
Lady possessed, owned: his games began
Diamond in the rough cuts to the core
Breaking down polished diamond whose surface
Begins to crack becoming his captor
Fed lies, half-truths, manipulated abased
Her confidence destroyed, looking at ring
Too tight like life, at least it sparkles still
Man_diamond in rough, untamed, would be king
Never will be, to dream of change unreal
Life being suffocated or life free
Choices made will life always this be?
Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
Contest: Copy Cat Contest
Author that inspired: Edna St. Vincent Millay
First Line of Poem:
Only the diamond and the diamond's dust
In the book that I have it is untitled
First line of poem used to find the work
Abased* from arrogance-assertiveness
apathetic affections of mine actually
accept Almighty’s admonitions
against afflictions of adversaries
as I acknowledge His assurance
affirming His steadfast authority
and approving attentiveness...
appreciating faith-awakening
aware that my existence along
allusions, allegories, and analogies
are anchored upon His truth advancing
awareness of His presence of eternal adventure!
*Matthew 23:12 And whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased; and he that shall humble himself shall be exalted.
June 1, 2019
Edited on August 1, 2022
Contest Name: Non-dual awareness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
March 5 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Samuel 5-8
Key Verse – 2Samuel 7:11 And as since the time that I commanded judges to be over my people Israel, and have caused thee to rest from all thine enemies…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CAUSING ME TO REST
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your peacefulness
When I’m overwhelmed with pressures’ heaviness
And filled by vexations’ irritableness---
I need Your presence of divine blissfulness.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your instruction
When I’m gripped with persecution
And attacked by temptation---
I need Your deliverance of saving restoration.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your authority
When I’m confused with doubts as well as falsity
And troubled by uncertainty---
I need Your assurance of steadfast security.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your might
When I’m debilitated with sickness’ blight
And weakened by sin’s infectious bite---
I need Your touch of healing right.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your comfort
When I’m saddened with vain results in my effort
And depressed by jeer instead of cheer consort---
I need Your compassion of caring resort.
Thank You for causing me to rest in Your merriment
When I’m humiliated with hypocrisy’s discontentment
And abased by self-glorification’s entanglement---
I need Your pardon of joyful fulfillment.
March 5, 2022