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breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide
did initial sustenance prior to malignant growth lied
Innocuously within fleshy tissue til oncologist could not hide
Truth from females that birthed and availed motherly guide
among most ever Harris heiress, whence treatment fried
will power to live (I can only imagine) as rogue growth did elide
as nemesis to body politick where no boxes of tissues dried
the river of tears when such news shell shocked me – I cried
for indiscriminate injustice whence fate snatched me father’s bride
shunting any trivial tit for tat resentments re: grudges aside.
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no other priority but being alive matters when surgeon knife
for malignant curse forces impending mortals to value life
purposeless double mastectomy performed when invisible mass rife
with errant duty to destroy sense and sensibility commanding strife
whether circumstance involved me eldest sister (still alive) or the late wife.
me octogenarian widower father summoned breastworks when last breath
o me long deceased mother – vehemently opposed being sentenced to death
no matter visualization practiced – such as furiously swapping with broom
who truthfully cursed with ovarian cancer, which spelt her actual doom
an unstoppable toxic brew within her being that coursed as meandering flume
Time elapsed, yet still difficult to espy wedding pictures with handsome groom
that would be my 20 plus year old father unbeknownst ill fate would loom
occupying cellular wall street where awry growth jostled for room
a harbinger of lifelessness, whereby she chose creation versus burial in a tomb
many fifty odd decades after my youngest sister exited the womb!
by: matthew scott harris
Daniel 12:9-10 KJVAAE
[9] And he said, Go thy way, Daniel: for the words are closed up and sealed till the time of the end. [10] Many shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand.
The cords of death entangled thee,
Wickedness witnessed in abundance.
One day in thy distress of mercy and understanding of how this could go on.
Hands thrown up to the depth of the skies,
God, you reached down to set thee apart.
A land within that was desolate,
Vines were withered up and held captive of thorns and thickets.
Darkness and gloom had engulfed thee.
Then, in excitement, I say what is this new presence within not of this world.
Burning away all this corruption within,
Then the word Spirit of Fire captivates,
A new field prepared birthed of a new seed
Later, to understand to be the promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit,
Only unveiled through Christ, that draws ones out for the purpose of the Living God.
In knowing not of own works but of a contrite and humble heart seeking.
Being purified and raised up into a new creation to reflect into the likeness of Christ. To not judge those in Wickedness for such was thy, in God's words, he is not the God of the dead but of the Living.
So let thou finish this race in trying to be a light to those in darkness and a comforter especially to the Children being purified into Children of light are Living God.
If I tell her I love her she belongs to God
God is our Father we belong to God
If I tell our Father I love her I love her so
And in God all things our love that are possible
If I tell her I need her I belong to God
If she tells me she's only for God I still love her
If by chance I fail, I fell He will pick me up, for us
By the grace and mercies of God that I am such
MY ELOHIM LOVE VERSE FOR HER-
Selah
I love for her is taylor made I am birthed
created with a purpose, to worship
Worship Him in spirit and Truth I speak forth life
The love I have for her is from Jesus
For I see the inside of her is God and He sees both our hearts
Be it Worthy in Him I'm worthy our life should be covenant and not set apart
MY ELOHIM LOVE VERSE FOR HER-
Hallelujah
8/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
We were touched by masters passing,
Knowing only beauty that we held,
And in our buoyancy floating
Our instincts then were felled.
We sank so we could raise
The Greater Good;
But what surprises we surmised,
When in the presence of our God we stood.
Your skin is not your skin. It is our own.
The light that breathes from every morning
From your heart is shown.
For we are in your being, having birthed
A love we share
Your eyes are ours to view this world, as we a pair.
We will not say goodbye though you away
For in our life the beating of our heart
Is proof you stay
Each precious day awakens
With a song of light; What music be,
What vision held,
With you not in our sight.
We are everywhere that we can be,
To touch the heart of all you ever were.
Our joy will trace your footsteps
In our memory, you see,
Where God himself will stand aside,
So you may reoccur.
We are stilled, but not at peace,
To scream the scream a thousand heartaches roar,
Restrain our hearts from leaping out our chest,
To beat the last and somehow
Close death’s door.
We bid thee do not enter
To the exit of your life,
Heaven’s tears extinguish
Burning Hell,
Lay waste that evening shade
Ring loud the sound of life’s eternal bell.
Return you to the beauty God has made.
His tree is every tree, His star the galaxy;
And yet, without your presence now,
But half of all we see.
Grand dreams that weep from vaults amidst the rain
Rouge billowed cheeks bleed soft from twilight's hem
Each star bounds heaven's breast, one glistened gem
All birthed from realms thus spawned to dwindle pain
To reach those depths where fancies bloom and grow
Ebbed tides sweep back from shores of eddied cares
Should whimsy breed bold thoughts found unawares
Cleft 'tween the real and those things we can't know
Are what 'midst trance and nightmares we thus wind
Perhaps, through strife and heartaches we might find
Each great escape waits deep ... with heart and mind.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "STRAND Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
* For John Hamilton, who was the motive and inspiration for this poem - our greatest escape always awaits us ... INSIDE. (Sorry for the mess-up). *
A rainy autumn day
when memories come calling,
ushered in like the gently
perused pages of
a Victorian novel,
read with a cup of steaming cocoa
are the scented leaves
of my life story.
Beside a lavender scented lake,
I sat one summer,
breathing in the sights and sounds
of Mother Nature’s breast;
Each plop, plop of a fish leaping,
imprinted its' elation upon my psyche.
Blooming roses in my garden,
scents of tranquility
birthed in splendor
filling my mind with memories
of childhood and my loving grandmother.
How many of those did I press
between the pages
of Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden?
Scented leaves sleeping now
upon my bookshelves.
Each leaf on a tree or flower
tells its’ own story.
Each leaf of a favorite book
turns, as do the autumn leaves
in their quest for renewal;
each chapter in life’s book,
a new beginning;
ah, breathe the fresh scent
of rebirth!
11-13-19
SCENTED LEAVES Poetry Contest
Kim Rodrigues
In a place faraway, your eyes hold a bejeweled, luminous sky,
Each a sphere divine in which stars are birthed and swim.
Envied are these heavenly dwellers for their place on high,
Privileged are they, privy to your every fancy and whim.
In a land beyond, your laughter peals honeyed through air
Palsied by melancholy words and stillborn dreams,
Trills a cadence that soars ever higher like a diva’s dare,
With each seraphic note, inspires ballads in endless reams.
In a world apart, your smile curls lips with a sinuous grace
Nary a painter’s palette nor sculptor’s chisel can capture,
Lines flow eternal to make every calloused heart race,
Kindle threadbare minds with untold shades of rapture.
In a distant dream, your hand sprinkles a fine dust of bliss,
Thus is this city of paltry charm a blessed place anointed.
Oh how many eternities must I endure till our fateful tryst,
When my weary soul, at last, is by your beauty transported?
you were larger than life
love maker
norm breaker
praise taker
soul shaker
what happened to you?
epic embodied were you
every word: a spell, a hue
made make believe come true
ancient lore, you made new
heart happenings you drew
what happened to you?
thoughts thundering line on line
a mix of ordinary slash divine
transforming tedious to sublime
redefining reason and rhyme
what happened to you?
did your creative flow go slow?
is there more to it than you show?
heart lost where quill cannot go
heaven birthed now caged below
what happened to you?
Break the silent soliliquy
share stream of thoughts with me
give the words written mastery
remember reigning history
Victory was your entity
what happened to you?
Write! let your soul grind
crush out that apathetic bind
leave your misdemeanor behind
mistakes aren't seen by the blind
love makes enemies kind
forget you're confined
find the poems hiding in your mind
what happened to you?
explore, soar, and then pour
that essence of your soul, more
better even than before
so much you have in store
poetry galore!
what happened to you?
Oh...WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?
your quill is now still
yet I'm here for refill
succumb to your skill
feed this ache, use the quill
let the genius spill
I need that thrill
what happened to you?
Listen,
Don't let what happened to you
be this silence, this adieu!
When you're not here my heart aches and my soul feels empty like a penniless jar.
My words fall deaf on your ears
You left me to take care of our son alone.
You left me feeling lonely and with a forever
Broken heart.
A silver hope comes in my direction of hope that I am not alone.
Only to be used and cast aside like you did.
Now flooded with more trust issues then before.
My joy And solace I carried for six months to only realizr you don't care about your children at all,
An anger burned inside of me,
I felt renewed like a phoenix rising from the ashes this child I birthed will not be unloved but he will no my love as his mother and I am going to protect him forever as long as I have breath.
Form:
Stars sing the nights song
Chiming voices depict a complex realm.
When I was a child, Sky was full of stars;
twinkling, flashing, dancers on their black canvas stage;
so many finally succumbed to toxic clouds;
dinner for acidic vipers birthed by human hands.
They claim that humans are the greatest of animals,
yet they are the most destructive.
I think of all of the wishes I have made on stars
and wonder if they could even hear me?
Or did my own kind slowly poison them
as I lay on the grass wishing?
We teach children to wish on the stars, but,
don’t tell them that their wishes will never come true.