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have you ever thought of
How God loves us
the gifts he gives
our five senses
and how they work
have you thought of God
being an artist or a philosopher
or an architect at work
has Him being a physicist
or biologist ever crossed
your mind
has God used the sciences
ever to be kind
is music man's only gift
or the songs of whale's
and porpoises desolate
and the howls of wolves
and dogs just nothing
isn't when we make love
something
we all love music
a wonderful thing
but who's ideal was it
to bring a bow to a string
we see flowers winter spring
summer and fall
but who added the fragrance
to the rose
what adapted us
to the way we live
some in icy climates
and others deserts heat
who trained us for
the way we live
the thieves in the ghettos
and the thieves in offices'
little do men know
that God inspired books
sometimes unholy
men take a second look
sometimes God appears
in the words of a song
we listen over and over
and play it all day long
God is in the blessing
and God is in the curse
God is in the making
of our prayers and verse
God has made us beautiful
for the eye's to see
and God has made us mindful
of equality
And in our minds are kept
some great reason or cause
our passion when displayed
we worship Him as Lord
I’m going to break this Beak loose
Got my mind around in circles Duck Duck Goose’
Been through
‘Life’, Milton Bradley
Speak my mind,Expressing my feelings while Genuinely showing the real me.
Have you listened to my story?
What I have faced or what I have seen.
I have had to fight through life, body left scarred inside, outside and in between.
Red headed Black sheep of tha family.
Been through the most and still hold the biggest heart yet they are still determined to break me.
Been told I wasn’t going to be it.
So, I added it to complete my outfit
Snugged it on tight to show my silhouette fit.
Been told, I was soft and weak behind the tears that fall off my cheek
But, my tears just soften the beast.
Before the pain becomes words that she regrets once they roll off the tongue as sentences when released.
I preach to myself first
I will not attack your worth
Comparative of many, much I show up
In the love of Christ
For my blessings cause
If not you'll get mine
A greater or additional amount or degree
I am more man
Additional more further worthy in praising God
Added extra increased in love same God and worship
There's nothing new under the sun I am more of a man
Comparative of much
Derivation is from the Old French
Denoted by the Olde English pre 7th Century word "mor"
I am moral
My ancestors may have been someone who lived on a moor or in a fen
Both of which were denoted by the Olde English pre 7th Century word "mor"
I am more man
For I am more than a man
I am God's child a child of a living King
I'm around Him and He's all round me
A next of kin was borne by several early saints
Some of His other God's children may have nicknames
For someone of dark or swarthy complexion
More than mere man
More man
I am more man
For I am more than a man
My heritage may been Old French, Olde English
I am mortal a mere man of spirit, soul, body
Praising my lord God
Created by the Father
One can be so humble I praise my heavenly Father
Understand a man God has created all understand
Some of my kin may been of angels
I am more man
For I am more than a man
Once again I am all but just mere man
My christian name is Curtis Moorman
4/25/18
DEDICATED TO Curtis Moorman
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “ DEDICATION to my Brother In Christ” 2018©
I think of the heart as a never-ending puzzle…
a kind of puzzle in reverse.
where pieces of other people’s hearts can be added to ours…
and where pieces of our heart to others can be dispersed.
Every heart comes with a little mystery…
because as each day we grow
exactly who we’ll share our pieces with…
is something we don’t know.
Love has the final decision on the pieces we choose to share…
deciding who I give a piece of my heart to…
and who gives me a piece of theirs.
When love works her magic, however, both sharers will admit….
somehow…the pieces shared between them…are a perfect fit.
And whether the wait to share a piece of our heart is short…
or if it takes a little longer….
when pieces are shared with love…
each heart grows a little stronger.
I wonder if that’s why when we lose someone we love…
oftentimes what happiness we find.
is knowing they took a piece of our heart with them…
and left a piece of theirs behind.
Perhaps the most comfort we can take…
when someone we love departs….
is knowing a person never truly dies
as long as we have a piece of their heart.
No-one knows precisely when the rivalry began;
thirty-two the legend goes; eighteen or nineteen?
It's not clear, nor can it be confirmed.
Apart from once in fifty-nine
For reasons lost in time;
The Fresno Fuzzy Socks
And The Chattahoochee Crocs
Have squared off in heated competition
every year.
The rules; written on a napkin
from the Rutabaga New Cafe,
and framed by Fred the Frame
are simple:
Meet once a year on Labor Day
A team of five (ladies now allowed)
Last years winner host, at their expense;
the loser chooses the new challenge,
with no repeats allowed.
Once volleyball, dodgeball, baseball
And almost anything else you can do
with a ball, bat, feet, head, and arms
Had been exhausted;
The challenges became, let's say;
somewhat bizarre.
In the heat of twenty-nineteen
Snowball fighting was, surprisingly
won by home team, Crocs.
The Fuzzy Socks not anticipating
The commandeering of Carluccio's
Ice truck for the event - nothing in the rules!
The following year the 'Socks
won blindfolded pitch and putt
but by default; when Anna May
Knocked out Birdie Blaire - sliced ball!
Sycnchonised swimming in seventy-three
That was a hoot and nearly came to blows.
A new rule was added,
sorry, not mentioned earlier:
No competitions that require a judgment call!
More work for Fred the Frame.
The events were friendly; usually!
Oh, there was the cheating scandal
when Crocs; accused of entering a ringer;
Big Red Jock McTavish
in the toothpick tossing challenge
had to provide ID and quickly.
Thank you, Photoshop and Kinkos.
Worm charming in sixty-three went to the Fuzzy Socks
Who won again in sixty-four; Toe wrestling,
and sixty-five for Cellphone tossing - bad call.
The Crocs finally broke their winning streak,
when Aldon Ardy; who won Cherry pit spitting,
became a local hero and invented
Aldons pitless cherry pies!
Embarrassments for both abound;
the Crocs lost Rolling in the Grits
and Fuzzy Socks the raisin flicking.
Yet still, they meet each and every year
passing the challenge on
to kids and grandkids too
The Fresno Fuzzy Socks
and The Chatahoochie Crocs.
fuzzy socks and crocs Poetry Contest; honorable mention.
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
Date wrote: 15-June-2021
THE SNAKE
The terror of night; the terror of day,
The longest creature on earth and sea.
In length, I am fearful to men, In braveness, man worship me;
I have no hands non legs, yet I move faster than others.
In the garden, where I was; man was my friend,
Until Satan borrowed my name;
I gave my name to him without considering the future.
I am not the serpent that steal your dominion non your enemy.
I am in pains as you are; why do you fearfully refused to eat my meat?
Only those that knows my values embrace my meat.
In your markets I am unpopular in demand,
If you want to use me for shoe, Bags or social entertainments;
You don’t remember that you once rejected me.
On God of creation, when will you hear my cry?
The world is against me. Who will vindicate me?
I need my name back, my honor restored, my friendship with man back.
I need my legs and hands back, I am created as you are.
If I have my hands and legs, man will not call me evil.
I am the pride of beauty, my products in your markets speaks volumes;
In the rock, in the forest, in the cities, in zoos, in your sitting rooms I am there.
If you feared me, stop buying products, stop having me as pet.
I have my pains, you have yours, I never accused man of me not having legs or hands,
Yet you blacklist me.
O h my God, come with the wings of healing and heal my hands and legs.
I am one of your creatures , look down upon me and wipe away my tears.
If my legs and hands are kept inside, how can I praise you as others do?
My shining skin, that added beauty to me are your works,
Looking ahead, my future’s beauty reminds me of thy wondrous works.
Written by
Pastor Emmanuel Brown Omojevwe
Embrace The Line
I do embrace that line- a badge of hope,
which left a shadow of sure death behind.
It represents the power to survive
with feats of expert hands which met the goal.
The need to put one's life on hold to gain
a better one- a promising new fate;
the fight to mend, become robust again.
I do embrace that line, a badge of faith.
A symbol of accomplishment it is;
the chance that claimed a victory for life.
That line, a jagged zipper that secures
his beating heart, amended, good as new.
I do embrace- caress that lovely line-
my darling husband's triple bypass scar.
His faded seam is etched in ivory grace-
bestowing added years of love to share.
Three decades passed, since that fantastic day
when this great miracle expanded time
for both of us to live a healthy life-
a tribute to that line- a badge of hope.
At first I thought it was a reflection of me,
through the glass window of old mansion,
but when the reflection moved, when I was still
I knew it wasn’t me.
I thought the wild rain was playing games,
conjuring up images on a darkened night.
I quickly revised my school physics in my mind
to find an answer. perhaps a mirage?
the lightening was furiously tearing apart,
the meandering dark clouds over the island.
the patter of rain drops and the yellow glow
of a hurricane lamp added to the mystery.
for a brief moment there was absolute silence,
then the image appeared, this time closer,
only a few feet from the window.
It was, I could see, a replica of me,
similar features, hair, attire and my own eyes.
then it was gone. I knew that this was not me!
It was no reflection or mirage!
It appeared again- and stayed still,
as I backed towards the light switch.
I pressed the switch but the darkness remained.
The storm must have knocked a pole off!
The hurricane lamp stayed alight all night!
Next morning, when I drove away in my car,
I briefly looked in the rear view mirror.
There was someone in the rear seat.
There was someone there, someone like me.
Then as suddenly as it had appeared,
it was gone….
sometimes on a rainy stormy night,
I feel there is someone with me…..
someone like me…
2nd placement
Written 10/January/2022
a Ghost story poetry contest
Angela Tune sponsored
I love girl scout cookies!
Whew! I’m glad I got that off my chest.
Personally I think that trefoils and tagalongs are the best
I love the taste of shortbread and that peanut butter crunch BUT
in a pinch I’ll eat a thin mint…or that one with coconut.
And even though the increase in price sometimes makes me pause
I gladly hand over the money…
after all…it goes to a good cause.
This year they added a new flavor destined to make me fat
They put lemon glaze on the shortbread…OMG…Imagine that!
Each Lemon Up cookie has an intention…a mission
an ambition…a lofty goal
Each one is imprinted with a message
to be imprinted on my soul.
They tell me I’m a leader…I’m a risk taker
unlike the trefoil or tagalong…
that I’m an innovator
a go getter
they tell me I am strong…
Which is why when I took out my first lemon up
I was taken aback…appalled
When I read the message on my cookie
and it told me…I am bald.
“Although it’s true, what an odd message to put on a cookie.” I said to Deborah
She smiled and said, “Jim…you’re getting old
your cookie doesn’t say I am bald
your cookie says, I am bold.”
“Well that makes more sense.” I laughed
as I boldly ate my cookie…
every bite
hoping next year they’ll add one with carrots
to help improve my sight.
Doctor's knife saves life
and it makes a balance
as, thief cuts throat.
Our heart cut into pieces
by a knife, known as tongue.
Chef's knife cuts vegetable,
butcher's knife meat
and baker's knife bread.
The knife that cuts down your career,
it is known as pen.
Tailor's knife cuts clothes
plumber's knife pipe
and wood is by carpenter.
The knife that cuts down relation,
it is known as your anger.
Mason's knife cuts cement bag,
farmer's knife crops
and gardener's knife fence.
The knife that cuts down future,
it is known as your laziness.
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