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A time there was that I was caught between
my innocence and an awakening!
I learned of grown-up things. No longer green,
I then had neared the ending of my spring.
Brief was the in-between I next would see -
that time before life’s summer had begun.
I wed at age nineteen. No longer free,
I missed what may have been great college fun!
How short the time before that summer’s heat
would come upon me. I’d spent time abroad
for college, and that time was oh, so sweet,
but being married left me less than awed!
It was a season stifling, long, and hot.
Our children came before I finished school.
A summer of great comfort it was not,
for bad luck and long work hours were not cool!
Of this long season I should not complain,
for there were moments – some of them my best.
The sweet relief of an abundant rain
had come before our children left the nest.
My in-between phase after summer’s time
brought unexpected joy – grand babies too.
I started writing, focusing on rhyme,
and many were the things I got to do.
I think I’m living now my early fall.
I’ve faced the Big C and some other woes.
I much preferred when health issues were small.
How fast the best of in-between time goes!
Yes, I’m in autumn, and I have new fears.
I must embrace fall’s colors while they’re bright.
What comes between the fall and winter years?
I wish that thought could bring me more delight!
July 9, 2022
for The Time Between The Seasons Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
The plants in earnest expect your visit,
Hope, your coming brings.
The stage’s been made ready for your entry,
With longing hearts all sit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The dead laid down in the cemetery,
Your awakening call they heartedly solicit,
Hope, your coming brings.
To all you give, none not any differently,
Your coming, obvious and explicit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings.
The elements that herald, make you seem unfriendly,
They, your good deeds can't inhibit,
Hope, your coming brings.
You permeate the space and cool it gently,
No boundary or set limit,
Oh! Spring you come on joyful wings,
Hope, your coming brings.
April 17, 2022.
~Blessings unto you Dear One This Blessed New Day I trust Daddy. Oh Lord you this day give us the courage we need. To keep us trying and never giving up on our children, family and love ones. Father we can't do it without you Oh God for it's your goodness your grace that supports us. For Your Glory we give you free dominion in our lives. Heavenly Father thank you for awakening us. I also God fill us with your grace your love and peace release your beating heart in us. And be that our families be prosperous and covered by you Father in you, thank you God
Blessings unto you Dear One
Amen
1/30/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I awake and fall repetitively within structured dreams,
Marveled light spanning across the floor bathed in silver.
I don’t nest myself in a frame that has been shut as a shell;
I watch the hours that come with the passing of late autumn,
Struck in awe that my memories are engulfed in nostalgia,
Waiting for the warmth of a life I have yet to embrace.
The quiet dark is a heavy cloak I have learned to embrace,
Lost in the sensory skin that still wanders through my dreams.
Child’s play does not merit my sense of fleeting nostalgia,
Held securely as if adorned by this imaginary thread of silver;
The faint passing of hours is lost in the chill of late autumn,
And I still grasp that my core is locked as a perpetual shell.
But I sense that this defense is a bashful, cracked shell,
Playing as it may with the shadows I attempt to embrace.
I still seek the golden splendor in the warmth of late autumn,
Returning to the gate of those immense and unattainable dreams.
My light is still hidden there—a pot of precious silver,
Haunted by the rhythm of a perpetual and unglamorous nostalgia.
I wonder why I keep reliving this immense sense of nostalgia,
Locked in a room, finding cold comfort inside a shell.
Vivid remain the shadows of light and distant silver,
Encased still by the wrappings as if tied together to embrace.
I have tossed and turned awake in this vision of dreams,
Watching the leaves scattered across the ground in late autumn.
Caught by the faint splendor of nature’s demure late autumn,
I wrap my mind in this constant sense of nostalgia.
Still bringing forth the vivid creation of my dreams,
I have fought with the constraints of this prison-like shell.
My destiny is aligned with this truth I must learn to embrace,
Shining through the heavy darkness, a precious thread of silver.
My eyes are open wide to catch the final gleam of silver—
Fleeting and brilliant fragments left behind by late autumn.
This thread leads me out of the dark as I step forward to embrace,
Leaving the haze that fades into soft nostalgia.
I will no longer hide my fragile heart away inside a shell,
Awakening at last from the cage of these structured dreams.
I wake, unbound, from dreams to find the guiding silver,
Leaving the cold shell to the chill of late autumn.
Free from the grip of nostalgia, I step forward to embrace.
Slow or fast
we think behind a slip stream,
a contrail of the gone;
of what went by a momentary window
long ago.
Asleep under a blacktop,
street-cars roll over my me-mind,
the crunch of old bones
crackles like thin ice.
I am recalling a time
now set in resin.
Desiccated bugs bite through,
gnaw at half-painted pictures.
Lost paths
for the somnambulant dead.
Elephants gather to revisit graveyards.
Alive in a memory,
but let’s not call this 'living,'
double, treble dipping
into the time-worn.
Such old imagining's will eventually
kill every analog clock
with their own internal hammers.
What am I writing now?
Yesterday and tomorrow sway
like old measuring scales.
Should I think like a Greek,
or a Jew,
arise and dance
shaking my head back and forth
as if awakening
to every fleeting pause?
This is what I am writing
upon the underside
of a road...
an odyssey of sorts
one taken by a horde of lemmings.
A talking point
indicating how I got here
recalling this and that,
but then again
nothing is now real forever.
The pure stream rumbles out, surely sacred
With magical properties evoking sighs.
Ancient secrets of this place become naked.
Suspicions, therefore, do quickly arise.
Will fertility come to its demise,
Or will seeds of ideas, thus, be blended
For evoking unique spiritual highs
In pure streams of light where the rumble ended?
On we go to the Valley of Kings belated;
Here, Neolithic farmers brought the seeds to rise.
They penetrated the landscape's celebrated
Cultivated grounds of buckwheat and rye
Pinnacles do reflect through holes so high.
Those ancestors here believed blessed.
When the time came for solstice sunrise
Their chambers then danced illuminated.
But December twenty-first makes sunrise,
Bright light awakening above their heads.
No doubt, strangers do cheerfully advise
Of the power in agriculture's bed.
Rocks therein were by hands carefully laid
With their messages for many generations' eyes.
Is change better for days so sacred?
A light piercing through my heart reveals flight
In pure soul streams.
Love’s Field Into the Future
Kevin Davis, 2026
The friends — Lady, Buzz, Needles, Sweety —
Returned each day to Love’s Field, freely.
They met old friends and new ones too,
And danced with all who wandered through.
Love’s Field was found by hearts that cared.
Ladybugs, flies, bees, hummingbirds shared .
The sky above; more creatures came,
Drawn by love and called by name.
Its magic left a golden heart mark
On every soul — a shining spark.
Old friends found hope, new starts began,
And flowers welcomed every one.
Love’s Field spread wide across the earth,
Awakening love, renewing worth.
In poetry, dreams thrive with a fire
Creative ideas painting the senses
Hues of laughter and grace, praise
Penetrating psalms sung to the Creator
His music rides the skies on stardust
Capturing the heart in light and love
Soft feelings of compassion and healing
Welcoming faith to reveal mercies so kind
He comforts the darkest heart with joy
Rising to meet the hopes of sweet desires
Awakening the inspiration within a melody
Reflecting on the winds of grace with wonder
His ways rest on the tug of nature’s muse
Intimate insight into the flow of silence
Whispering miracles into the heart of truth
Breaking the barriers of toxic inhibitions
He soothes away the pain and despair
Paints the soul with consideration so rare
Lifts up the spirit to hear sighs of gentleness
Murmurs into the ear with promises so dear
He laughs in notes of quiet serenity
Calming the fears and fulfilling prayers
Warms the heart who has been chilled by tears
Reminds us all that praise lights the darkest dread
He loves more than I can possibly describe
Leaving His children with beauty and hope
Reminding us all that love caresses the soul
Writing trust across the soul with a pen of faith
He is my God and I am His child
I ache to know Him more
With adoration for His love
Love that is so ALIVE it trembles
Pulsing through the blood that remembers
He gave us a Savior, a Son
Who is my best friend and my Maker!
Awakening from a restful night,
I thank God for my humble home,
For His keeping watch as I slept,
And for His morning show of charm.
Enjoying my breakfast with delight,
I feel God’s presence in a brimming cup.
And before I grasp His amazing provision,
All my morning meal has been eaten up.
With joy I sit in safety and comfort
While I mull over visions in my head.
I think of words to express my pleasure
For having a window above my bed.
Clouds overhead sailing thru sunbeams
Are like ships on a sea of blue sky.
Such placid scenes have a calming effect,
When a rare day of strife is nigh.
Everyday I receive God’s daily bread
And wash the dishes happily indeed.
I know my heartaches are rinsed away
And replaced by what I badly need.
God blesses me with gifts every moment.
And every night I sincerely pray.
Though I can never repay His charity,
I thank Him for gifts He sends each day.
(To be sang to the tune of - Magic Moments)
A day in the sun,
An outburst of fun.
A short spell of laughter.
A friendship we make,
A give and a take,
A story shared after.
Pre-cious mo-ments
Dancing in our mem'ry
Pre-cious mo-ments
Stirring hearts, awakening.
It's good to embrace
The moments we face
For they become precious.
Whatever we feel
These moments are real,
These moments we cherish.
Pre-cious mo-ments
Dancing in our mem'ry
Pre-cious mo-ments
Stirring hearts, awakening.
We can't turn back time
Relive the sublime
Moments of magic.
At times when we're low
This fact deals a blow
And feels quite tragic.
Pre-cious mo-ments
Dancing in our mem'ry
Pre-cious mo-ments
Stirring hearts, awakening.
But nevertheless
Our lives are blessed
With special events.
And come what may
With each passing day
We gain precious moments.
Pre-cious mo-ments
Dancing in our mem'ry
Pre-cious mo-ments
Stirring hearts, awakening
Pre-cious mo-ments
Make us whole.