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I remember it well- the old Broadway
My city celebrated years ago;
So nicely paved and lined with special stores
And curtained windows, seen in rooms above.
Where we would walk and shop with family;
Attend parades and honor holidays
With decorations and fun spots to meet,
Like the old coffee shop or ice cream bar.
The highlight of our city- old Broadway-
When times were simple- city pride was loved.
Fast forward fifty years- my heart is sad.
A vision now of ruins it's become.
What stores are left- now draped with iron gates,
Or since abandoned, left in disrepair.
Apartment windows gape like hollow eyes,
And litter paves the entrances and curbs.
Not good to walk the streets- daytime or night.
Glories to ruins- Broadway has become;
Now blights the memory of simple days-
When the community clutched love and pride.
"Hello, all those dreams contrite. As I was awakened by the light. Oh! What sleepless nights to drink of the realities compounded by floricity and I dream not. Twas awaken by my sins my faults. I am in trouble as I tremble I remember the fire as I'm stopped I run. I race, I trip and I fall and I tumble and I tumble and I tumble and I tumble long and hard.
I am encased in my sinful flesh in this mess I have not no one to embrace me. None to catch me to free me. This I thought then the lights shown it did not blind me. I was not blinded I was set free I was embraced by the halt it made me stop as it glittered it was as it moved as a flame. The heat was hot but yet I'm not burnt I was caught. Caught up I was engaged in raged inflamed
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I was brought to the house. Above the clouds in the third heavens I spoke loud to the flowers that never withers. No pride no longer did I cry. I was shy yet I roar like a lion in the pleasantries in the shivering blights. That I left in sight I grew it was not night. For the day lasted always. As I see my Father's body shining. Brightly He's never wrong but eternally right. He shuns me He shines He engages all humanity. He is fluorific perfect light. So I rise no longer do I slumber. I opened mine eyes I am so humbled So soar that I rise I take a step again, I breathe I have a second breath I have not died. I have chosen I haven't flown I have gone I have grown. A longing troubled soul. Embraced, Kissed, Renewed Birth-Born Saved Safe again I am in heaven and on the throne is my God and beside Him is his son Jesus my, Savior the Christ"
8/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
The Sovereign Creator is pleased with helpful modern inventions
Making mankind benefit from telecommunications so well
But for sure, He feels bad when in their vexing malfunctions
Email users in their exasperation feel their brain-nerves swell!
The Perfect Designer commends responsible computer experts
For their good contributions, indeed numerous
Yet He admonishes those geniuses to be accountable in giving alerts
Warning people about internet-driven virus!
Thus, I seek God for His wisdom
When confused with social media's bewildering entanglements
I’m sad though for those who abuse information-freedom
As they deny and neglect consequences of their engagements!
Likewise, I avoid being deceitfully puzzled
By varied scams’ alluring appeal and financially enticing
Thru global “get-rich-quick” transactions for netizens to be wealth-dazzled
Using fake identities; yet others’ privacy --- compromising and exposing!
I do trust* God to prevail over “hacking” ventures
Of ill intentions, never amusing, to wreck information sites
Such are shocking inhumane gestures
Dominated by selfishness-blights and greediness' heights!
Hence, I rely in God with faith Who knows what’s best
For my communication partnerships despite websites' criticism-attacks…
To the Lord do I yield my questions for His great answers to the fullest
Since His omniscience subdues my doubts with His truth’s packs!
*Psalm 118:8 It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.
April 16, 2019
Edited on June 15, 2020
The surface of of the sky,
pointing to the charms of your moons
and the reason why he knows you.
Verily, I say to you, By and By.
A glimmer of star light in an image tears
as a meteor of exotic ice creams to flavor.
Stardust of the wheel of the Universe cogs
n-nissan s pores.
The "Imagining lens' licked in might of will's.
clandestine mystery, teased and enticed"
Olefactory (a picture of the artistry in variety
in loves vast creativity voice of vise vice)".
There is a line age- related scene where a
constellation is placed in Gods hand,
an ancient bolt of Eros lightning appearing as
born from dawn's golden gland,
(in the middle of a field of galaxies, brook of.
spurning on and on, expsandse'd-Song.Plan.)
The image is a scene of a cosmic cloud rising
at an angle of positional love.
It shows the image holding a sphere of its own
light and one of its lamps in green neon
splitting the voids and blights.
The shape of its Arched bRow at CamerA,
an echo of the concept of proof,
of best in show,
held on his knee at the Fatherly throne.
The meaning of the shroud is like
a poem to the poet,
that says " I was born to love,
to experience a vowed connection
and to be living poetry
in your midst in spite of the proof of how. I'd know."
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The child, the crow and the old man
A solitary crow on stilted tree was perched
An ugly black bird with beady eyes that searched
For carrion across the shady contoured scape
Where glimpsed a bent and shadowy shape
A lone old man who trudged the dusky track
Saw the crow upon the bough as black as black
Their exchange of stares confirmed a mutual bond
One old, the other ugly both blights to mankind
They talked and spoke in the tarnished light
Crow’s friend had died so he’d done the last rite
He’d been pining his loss till he saw the man
Whose face he knew of old but not the name
Crow pondered the past when he'd met the man
He had scavenged the streets when hit by a van
The man had carried him back to his home
And nursed him to health before letting him go
Crow wondered if he could repay this good deed
But his friend was old and bent and decrepit
A sudden flash of light now lit this gloomy land
And midst the whitened glow a child waved his hand
The child spoke softly with a purity from above
He’d come to gift their kindness, their goodness and love
The crow who remembered his late friend that day
The man who saved crow and took him to safety
Both bound by the shackles of how others see them
Had made their days dull, depressed and dejected
The child now waved his hands o’er the hill and the vale
A blanket of gleam now pervaded and lit up the day
The sky became brighter, the earth breathed new life
The old man reverted to youth again with energy rife
The sun gave crow’s feathers a heavenly sheen
He was proud to be clever and black and pristine
In the darkened city, she slowly walked.
Baptismal rain droplets on her that
seemed to talk.
The lovable scent of fresh raindrops filled
her spirit.
There was God, hope and freshness in it.
She heard the soft meowing of a distant
cat..
And she marveled that the earth was not flat.
Dreaming of driving through the Rockies one
night.
She was reminded that God ruled this earth,
not man and his political hijinks and blights.
Man, still does not get it, peacemakers, they
are not.
Casinos wide open but places to honor God...
firmly locked and shut.
The earth withstands the ignorance of man.
The woman, in her raincoat, did know how
their Creator can!
Her wonderful, thoughtful, walk came to an end.
She wished she had a place, to write a letter to
her Creator, that under starlight, could send!
5/19//21
We learn to pray by praying. We can spend hours studying other people's experiences, but nothing is more vivid than an individual's prayer and its heavenly response. By Poet
The night sky was utterly dazzling with the stars' awry.
Breeze clasps surreal trees and lifts solemn blights.
I could hear my name being shouted from on high.
With a stunning show of a billion-plus lights.
Whimsically roving soul in luxurious zenith oozing.
The rivers and oceans merge with the spire's fusing.
Heaven's waves strive to mix with seraphic infusing.
Should my essence not combine with the divine?
The cliffs kiss the lofty sky, and the rivers shine.
No rose can be saved if it loathes its own whine.
A gilded, serene grace, adorns bliss and joy's way.
There are no tears or pain, only timeless rapture sites.
Vast relics of divine life, still sing duets and musing.
Heaven is an exalting golden sea of canticles on the line.
1St place contest winner
Written: February 25, 2023
Writing Challenge -H Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
Her eyes look up towards the amber skies
In solemn prayer before the Sun dies
Only to live again a zillion times
Prayer is not for the Sun as it climbs
Yet again setting the world's busy pace
Shining on the young girl's beautiful face
She pleads with the Lord, prays for her lover
To return, promised gifts to deliver
The long struggle for love is not over
Her lover is yet to come, moreover
Springtime's wasted, cold Autumn is on her
Pricking her like barbs for her to suffer
The lonely days in silent agony
Unable to withstand Antagony
From society, her family too
No wonder her staunch supporters are few
Days pass in the hope of a reunion
To spend the days with her loved companion
On a chilly morning, the post arrives
With the news of her lover's death, and drives
Her out of her mind into depression
Not many souls to shower compassion
Hopes ruined, dreams shattered she spent lonely nights
With all days in sorrow and sullen blights
The leaves of the trees were falling away
Tossed up and swirling to the ground each day
Winter's unkind drift cutting into skin
Like quickened knife unforgiving and mean
Where hope dies the will to survive is weak
If there's no will, there is no life to seek
The Sun rose marking yet another day
For all but the girl to no one's dismay
mbfarookh
Darkness blights chilling
streams ignite
stark shadows silhouetted
against my window
shading the night; distilling the
availing light
shrouding my inner sanctum;
sheltering my fright
creeping and crawling with an
eery spite
ghastly outlines swaying and
swerving
wavering, quivering each fold
dances
grainy emanations of wispy
ghouls, stunted sprites
flash across bartered pane
eclipsing the night
serenating my nerves; stalking
my spirit
in rythmic cadence they appear
then alight
metastasizing, then returning,
my collected wits to spite
stealthily disappearing at
dawn's first glint
sleeping 'till twilight then
haunting vigil renews
Abounding in GOD Who meets every need
Blest to experience His goodness indeed
Cheerful along faith-propelled charity breed
Delighted midst gracious life-building deed
Enabled for trust’s soar, divinely freed
Fulfilling kindness against carnal greed
Gladly serving as the Saviour does lead
Held by His compassion-anchorage creed
I thank the LORD* Who moves me with love’s seed...
Jubilantly busy via peace-speed
Kindled to be functional, I must heed
Labouring well, smiting blights that impede
Maximizing strength for others to feed
Never quitting as a bee, I'll succeed.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
(ABC in monorhyme)
July 17, 2021
Edited on May 26, 2022