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CHRISTMAS IN MY HEART
No Christmas tree, no twinkling lights
No halls decked with boughs of holly
No songs of Christmas sentiments
sung by those making jolly
No shrills of laughter of little ones
or the pitter patter of their little feet
or handmade photographic ornaments
Marking years of memories
As I sipped my evening broth that night
From a Christmas mug of a collection I managed to save
Gazing from my window at spray of stars,
Thinking of Christmases past and the joys they once gave.
A moment of reflections of Christmases past,
usually followed by tears
For what used to be and is no more;
Since seemingly a decade of years.
But instead, like a light giving a blessed hope
for what God must have in store.
I am toughened by the letting go
of all I embraced before
This gleam of hope sparked a faith renewed
peering from my window at a starry night,
I was reminded of the night our Savior was born
God's beloved Son, the Lord Jesus Christ.
He is the Blessed Hope of Glory,
His grace the gift of life,
The joy that celebrates the season,
Amidst a world of darkness, He is Light.
What matters more than life's sorrows and woes,
Hope renewed breeds a brand new start
For the hope that lies within me now,
Christmas in my heart.
A handful of sunlight, sky blue melting high in the horizon, out there, fugitive and passionate
For your sake, the lavish city, is filled with processions and rallies of love,
Meant only for you, a full tide splashed the banks , running along the shore.
The night sky stays up late, warm the blanket of twinkling starlight
A rain soaked breeze blossoms there, slowly thrives through a lovers’ night,
Through the meadows, deep down through valleys, wild lilies, nature chants flora and fauna.
A handful of sunlight, sky blue melting high in the horizon, fugitive and passionate, out there
Chrysanthemum red flowers sprinkled along the pathway, that asphalt high
For the sake of you, the way adored you, in warm greetings, in rejuvenation, revive
A wanderer , my soul, yearns for you, to send the melody of heart, enchanted
For your sake, the lavish city, is filled with processions and rallies of beloved,
Meant only for you, a full tide splashed the banks , running along the shore.
A handful of sunlight, sky blue melting high in the horizon, fugitive and passionate,out there.
Oh, there are some hurts that nobody reckons
when a rush of rage, pain and revenge beckons
about a wanton act of mayhem and spiteful action,
In the silent nights it beckons, oh how it beckons
belying my irenic ideals, beliefs and just conviction.
Hesitant and much fretful I stood at the threshold
of a cordoned off bloodstained room, dolefully cold,
at this time a most dismal of moments and piteous
to wrap my head around this grim spectacle I behold,
My beloved and I lay bleeding—murders most vicious.
To find the one who committed this dastardly act
I vowed to exact vengeance, unravel one sole fact—
Towards my wife’s unfaithfulness was my hostility
It’s I who staged this scene of murder-suicide pact,
my suspicion was not without merit of her infidelity.
~5/12/18
~Premiere II contest by rob carmack
BELOVED HONERED AND OF GREAT WORTH
Blessed Beloved I see you!
Beloved, darlings when I look upon you
All I see is that you're beautifully wonderfully made
You are of great worth, more than this world
And in my eyes you are more than enough more than a prize
All I see is that you're beautifully wonderfully made
You are honored and I love you
And in my eyes you are more than enough more than a prize
You are of great worth you are honored and I love you
You are honored and I love you
You’re of great worth, more than this world
You are of great worth you are honored and I love you
Beloved, darlings when I look upon you
Blessed Beloved I see you
I SEE YOU
You are beloved and a great worth
3/9/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Your tail kept wagging all the while
as I held back my tears and forced a smile.
I am about to watch you die.
The last thing that you see will not be me
breaking down and cry.
With your chin in my hand I stroke your head
and with a smile on my face softly to you I said,
"Whose my good girl? You're my good girl!
You're my good girl and you rock my world!
You're about to go to a most magnificent place
where you can do as you please anytime always.
All the dogs that you never got to socialize with
are all waiting to greet you doing back flips.
They'll keep you in constant playful company
until that fateful day arrives when you once again greet me.
You'll never know how much joy you brought into my otherwise dark, dreary world.
I'll Forever Cherish, Love and Miss You My Beloved Sweet Girl.
*Rest In Peace My Beloved Darling*
Today I made my periodic visit to the local antique store.
The place was cluttered with mostly useless stuff galore.
But what attracted me as soon as I walked in the door,
Was a pile of old photographs that people didn't want anymore.
Some from days of yore were very, very amusing,
But viewing all of them provoked in me some melancholy musing.
Those somber and scowling faces peering back at me,
Were once precious members of someone's family tree!
One showed two pretty little girls each holding the other's hand.
Others showed soldiers in uniform looking so handsome and grand.
Many showed someone's beloved old mom and dad.
Some with mama and papa posing stiffly with their little tad.
One intriguing photo showed ladies holding skirts above the knee,
Which was scandalous in Victorian times, I think you will agree!
Another curious one showed a woman behind a horse and plow!
Nowadays, about that, women's lib would surely raise a row!
'Tis regrettable that such precious memories heedlessly cast away,
Now lay upon a cluttered table for sensational display!
It might have been of special worth for ensuing generations,
To cherish those pictures of ancestors who laid family foundations!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Upon this day or night be you be encouraged my sisters my brothers Grace be unto you my beloved ones! Peace from God today from our Father and from our Lord Jesus Christ let the winds reflect.
Same mind Same judgment!Same Love
For it is Written
I will destroy the wisdom of the wise and will bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent for after that in the wisdom of God!
The world by wisdom knew not God it pleased God by the foolishness of preaching to save them that believed!
The reason is that the foolishness of God is wiser than men and the
weakness Of God is stronger than men
For it is Written
Eyes have not seen nor have ears heard neither have it entered unto the heart of man the things God has prepared for them that love him be encouraged my beloved you ride the waves of dashed pain and hurt even when you my beloved is rejected do not worry my dearest heart you must press on through your disappointments and to your God you be true we love you and depend on the new you so be content we need you because God hath revealed them unto us by his spirit for the spirit
searcheth all things yes even the deep things of God.
My words cannot come back void!
Cherry Thief
___________________
Dear Cherry,
Ontop of my shake you set in red glow,
you looked so delicious and vibrant,
I wanted to take you between my lips
and taste your sweet juices. But then, you
were gone. Before I knew it, someone took
you, and he held you between his perched kisser.
I watched as he savored you tender moistness with
delight. The last time I saw you, you were gone
with a swift gulp of his greedy throat. Goodbye
beloved fruit, you were so quickly taken that
we didn't have much time, to even say hello.
Perhaps we shall meet again one day, and
when that day comes...my husband wont be
near you...
(LOL..just a fun little poem)
5/24/14-Jessica Thompson
Love’s Pawnshop
by Odin Roark
Unable to pay the debt
Love is often pawned
Sympathy as a claim check
Stuffed deep in pockets of suffering
Such self-deprecation roams the streets
Perplexed with using the tender
As peace offering to the beloved
A gesture risking resentment
Nothing conducive to healing
Perhaps better spent on survival-type passion
Allusion’s princely blind beggar with pencils
Rewards for the coin-drop sound in the cup
Solicitude’s offering without expectation
Without questionable agenda
Such is the giving spirit
Often in trouble
Never without company
Welcoming emotion’s exchange
Leaving behind longing’s conundrum
To examine itself truly naked
Sincerity’s immunity
Impervious to manipulation
Or desire’s self-deceit
Once the reward
Now but a cast-aside
A melting of chicanery’s
Falsity of spirit
Later
Amidst midnight shadows
A lowly pawn ticket of imagination
Embraces the enigmatic unsharpened pencil
They rest side by side
Atop life’s universal shelter
Where loveless anxiety takes cover
Awaiting another day
Perhaps THE day
When needs will find
Love’s pawnshop ready
To teach them as well
Precious lessons
Somewhere
Out there
On Christmas day before he died,
I went home to visit my dad.
The house was full of family,
our mood was quite somber and sad.
We drifted in and out the room,
where he lay dying in his bed.,
Each of us sharing memories,
saying the words that needed said.
Those last days perhaps the hardest,
as death became reality.
We made the promise to ourselves,
to hold on to his memories.
We were grasping for any hope,
all my brothers, sisters, and me.
We had not yet convinced ourselves,
it was time to let him be free.
Be free to hunt that long coon hunt,
that will never come to an end.
To dance his jig among his friends,
to lie beside his wife again.
Goodbye my beloved father,
in my heart you will always be.
Place a kiss on my mother’s cheek,
and tell her that it is from me.