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child hood prayer
i cry to u JAH
see tear on the eyes of the poor
see the inocent dead body on d street
see the cry of our beloved mothers
see the porverty in every side
see the lack of food, house, clothing not to talk of shelter,
see darkness every where, no electricity,
see the christian brother and sister dieing cos of religion and hatered
see the acidents cos of bad road,
see the men on black and black in d name of police killing the inocent,
see my people in every jail in every part of the wold,
see my black beautiful african sister turning prostitution to a normal daily job,
see my brother becomeing arm robbers every day by day,
oh jah i can not ask where are u, becos i know u are watching, am a poor ghetto naija boy,but i belive in ur power oh JAH,
please hear the cry of the poor, nigeria belive in u, safe my people from this calamity, remenber u said in ur word( ROM 10 VS 13,) that for whosoever calleth upon the name of the lord shall be safe, i richard nnoli call upon ur name oh JAH safe my beloved contry NIGERIA,IN JESUS NAME AMEN.
Wrote this poem
When I was 17years
REALLY
I ------JGL-------------- do solemnly swear
to tell you of all that I see and I hear,
invite you inside that dark space in my mind
allow you ten minutes to see what you find.
The errors of learning, childhood mistakes,
the stumbles, the falls, the failed “buckboard brakes”.
The cold teaching penguins, the hollowed out priests
the making of bread with - and without – yeast.
Fumbling of footballs and endless first dates
running for freedom through open church gates,
searching for meaning in life – or in death
discovering reasons – rekindling breath.
Disrobing a man - standing naked – and free
discarding the concepts that kept me – from me,
confronting the demons, denying the brutes
by feeding the bastards their own lying truths.
Standing atop bold towers of steel
alive in a breeze that makes everything real,
holding a love that awakened my passions
cradled inside a life that she fashioned.
Holding small hands, jellied and sweet
dancing with them perched atop my big feet,
Frisbee and soccer played in cold rains,
drying their tears in failure and gains.
Losing a step, no – the grandkids are quicker
or maybe my gut is a little bit thicker,
holding one hand as one left for battle
remembering both when they held baby rattle.
Embracing a soldier, a mother, my baby
filled with the questions of “if, when, and maybe”
Watching a brother and sister rejoice
at announcement that soon there will be a new voice
to carry the heart, the soul, and the wit
of a name, and a family, and what goes with it.
John G. Lawless
9/3/2014
For Skat A Keep It Real poetry contest
I wanna go right,
but I chose left;
I gonna go right;
But I went left;
Hell bound with no regrets;
Better git my head on straight going left;
I wanna go left;
I should have went right;
I wanna go left;
should have went right;
Spent all my life time trying to empress (the world)
I should have gone right, but I went left
I wanna go north;
but I went south;
I wanna go north;
but I went west;
I wanna go north up into the skies;
in the heavenly to be with Jesus my Lord and God;
I wanna go north
but I went east
wanted to go north but I went east;
where is there peace, of mind in these unholy times;
should have gone north but I went east;
so my brother and sister listen
all my peoples that are missin;
if you don't change your decisions;
We should all wanna go right instead of left;
and while you still got your breathe
let's all of us go right, instead of left;
if you wanna pass God's holy test;
you might wanna head north instead of west;
As the sunrise shines upon my face
A teardrop falls from my eye
The warmth gives me comfort
I feel your presence
What else to represent you besides the sun
The most powerful source of energy in the sky
I look away, what do I see,
The moon, opposite the sun
Look in between night and day, the clouds move in fast toward me
It's mid day
Still you consume my entire mind
You're in my dreams; day and night
Our initials, P.M. A.M.; night and day, like our personalities, yet one.
Opposites attract.
Brother and sister, best friends at birth
No longer are you with me on earth
My angel in the sky
Your new home is Heaven
WE HAVE MADE A COVENANT FOR THE RESSURECTION OF OUR HEARTS
IT IS A TREATY THAT CONNECTS US TO THE HOLY ANGELS OF HEAVEN.
WE HAVE BEEN SELECTED TO ENTER INTO THE PRESENCE OF THEIR LIGHT
AND SHARE SPACE INSIDE THEIR GLORIOUS SACRED LOFT.
AS WE RISE ABOVE THE NOISES OF THIS WORLD AND ENTER INTO
SANCTUM IN THIS CELESTIAL PARADISE, WE BRING ABOUT HEALING
FOR OURSELVES AND THE WORLD AT LARGE. (B)
ON THE WINGS OF SALVATION WE RAISE THE CUP OF ESSENCE AND
DRINK TO LIFE, AND ALL OF ITS WHOLESOM EMBODIMENT.
TOGETHER IN UNISON WITH ST . MICHAEL AND ALL THE ARCHAIC ANGELS OF LIGHT, WE REMEMBER THE BEAUTY THAT WAS WITH THE SPECTRUM OF OUR BEING. "TO LOVE AND BE LOVED" WAS THE
MESSAGE ETCHED UPON OUR SOULS, INSIDE OUR ACASHA THE INTENT TO BE GOOD TO OTHERS AND ACCEPT EVERYONE AS THEY ARE. (B)
LEAVE ALL INSECURITY BEHIND AND FIND YOUR PATH TO TRUE HAPPINESS BE THE LAMP THAT LIGHTS THE DARKEST ALLEYS AND THE FLAME TORCH OF VICTORY FOR YOUR BROTHER AND SISTER. EVERYONE IS WELCOME HERE IN THIS UNION PRAYER WHERE WE ARE ALL ONE AND THE SAME. IN LOVE AND LIGHT, BREATHE THE BREATH OF HEALTH AND BE WELL.
TAKE A DEEP BREATH IN , HOLD AND THEN BREATHE OUT.
The old fashioned monsoons
Meant for the flowers and cacti of Arizona California
And New Mexico
Have fled those deserts and dusty reservoirs
To find a new friend instead in Michigan
Up here in the Great Lakes
We’re not used to summer waterfalls
And sweaty doors
Swollen
Refusing to fit their frames
Stair railings sticky to the grab of hands
Hostas
Soaked and dripping
From late afternoon and overnight rain
Shaking their elephant ears
To the canes of a next-day morning sun
Shimmering to the swab of legendary Bumblebees
Lavender born again
We should fill our canteens with this new paradise
Wait at the edge of our frontier with these gifts
For our brother and sister American migrants
Who will crawl here on their knees
At some point
Or we could build a “great beautiful wall
It’ll cool down”
To keep those parched rapists murderers and deniers out
At least
Until this dusty herd of yesteryear
Moves past us and with us
Up the stairs to Canada
And then it will be we
Who knock on that door
Ajar
To see if we are allowed in
From there?
In a someday soon?
It will be like the Earth’s atmosphere itself
Peeling off into space for the barren moon
Mars or Neptune.
Muddy Water's Gramma gave us licorice
I walked the old Kenwood neighborhood with my twin little brother and sister in tow,
'hold there hands and look both ways before you cross the street'
No use trying to talk my way out, knew it was the only way mom would let me go.
October's new moon, peaked in and out of passing clouds,
leaving the night gloomy in stygian darkness.
Faces painted, carrying our paper bags, dressed in raggedy linen pillow case shrouds.
Low sad sound of a guitar's slow lick, pitch in open E, played a few doors down,
accompanied by a soulful song sung:
'Well, my mother told my father,
just before hmmm, I was born,
"I got a boy child's comin,
He's gonna be, he's gonna be a rollin stone,
Sure 'nough, he's a rollin stone..'
I knocked on the door, our shrilled chorus trio called out Trick or Treater's round,
Clutching a Bible in her hands 'to ward off evil spirits'.
Gramma Della turned on the porch-light, framed in screened doorway,
emitting a joyous whooping sort of laugh, invited the three of us in.
The bright-eyed man sat at the kitchen table, looking up from his guitar emblazoned in Formica reflected glory.
In the corner, a pretty girl, dressed as Cinderella, sat cross-legged on the floor..
with what looked like a million dollars worth of candy.
Muddy, who had ceased his song at our knock, nodded our way.
With curious smile that was both happy and sad, in smooth, measured voice said
'Oh don't you look a fright'.
Della handed out licorice that year, the same as all the years we once knew.
But what us kids remember best, and last, the man who sung & played the Catfish Blues.
What I didn't learn 'til later, a picture placed in Muddy's view of the living room.
Little Walter, with his harmonica cupped in hands,
who died just a year earlier, a day after Valentine's moon.
Inspired by McKinley Morganfield and his Grandmother Della Jones
You get a heck of a sound from the church. Can't you hear it in my voice? -Muddy Waters
Brother, you and I
Are orphans together
In the family of God
Held ever bounded closely together
Sister, you and I
Are orphans together
Together we in spirituals liberties
bounded as one big family
Humanity, you and I
Are awesome together
blinds by our mercies grace
Humanity, calming down
awaiting Jesus returning to this dismal sinful space
With brother and sister in hands
United we stand
With eagles wings around our heads
We're awaiting the coming of?
Jesus grace, His joyous face
When He once again walks this space
Hallelujah!!
9/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Life sent us on different paths
Miles and more between us
Different circles different worlds
With time we grew apart
Life experiences incompatible
We simply no longer can relate
Less than nothing left to talk about
Yet I can’t help think back to childhood
When brother and sister we’d hang out
we’d sit and overlook the world
Dreaming up adventuresome escapades
We had so much more in common
Our love for running free
What else could possibly matter
When connecting at our inner core
At times I miss you so that I would ache
Like now when I’m on vacation
Feeling like I’m in a paradise
And there’s so much to explore
I wish so that you were here
AP: 1st place 2020
On Turning Sixteen
At sixteen seconds you cried
And so did I
At sixteen minutes
I held you and you held me
by the heart
At sixteen hours
We were heading home
and our family now
numbered four
At sixteen days
Our family was conflicted
Our little man now had a
problem; daddy had another
child in his life …
At sixteen weeks things
Were getting crazy
Long nights, loud nights
Son and daughter now
Starting to find companionship
Comforting.
At sixteen months
little sister stare,
her hero brother.
Steps becoming strong and sure
Beautiful golden-brown hair
The skin, the smile on waking,
Umber eyes
At sixteen years
Driver’s license
Self-assurance, doubt
Edge of womanhood
Brother and sister BFF
Fleeting childhood
Undying love
Happy Birthday
To Ceci from Dad on her 16th birthday (7/01). Much Love.