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Barefooted as I walk through the streams of life water surrounds my heel foot my toes compelling as I am drenched my ankles hold the weight of my body I stand vertical with my life virtue my heart's aflame my soul is swimming within my inner self my spirit flies it no longer listens it has come through the windows of my eyes oh Mystic Waters flown Downstream Covenant am I that's my Celestial being reaches out from my inner self Gathering my completeness I am a lost yet I walk in the Stream I start syncing I took my eyes off of the prize I am sinking I can't swim because I'm falling beneath the surface I can no longer see my feet but yet someone else's feet bronze different color purple Renaissance for you see the stream no longer there nothing but dry land I am being carried by the Savior
Amen
8/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2022
Once upon a time, I believed that earthly men held felicity keys
Myriad of joy one special someone would woo me to rely on
But soft whispers serendipitous of grace, I heard with ease
Steep in thought, I surely had reached zenith of my reflections.
At times I lived and breathe guilt. Passage of my life held stripes
Alone before inner mirror, my muse hushed, as I turned within
Sensing some celestial being so near, it cast light on daylight
I saw that putting earthly man before my Creator was a sin.
All I'd ever known: dread, toil, woe, they all turned symphony
Tranquility saturated my soul as I reached for my telephone
Hugged my new found thought; epitome of gift above any
Then in dulcet tone, I asked for the nearest SDA church to my home.
Enraptured Sabbath was a day away, I breathe that spring, anew
For "Seek Ye First..." resonated, and "No Man Cometh..." coalesce
I would take Him at His promises; but Jesus, to me, was Catalyst overdue
Tears cascaded sans shame; blessings began to flow as though a test.
I called down South to family, and shared epiphany I've had
I would yield, volunteer, give thanks and life praises to my God
I shredded fear and found fresh spark that made me glad
My life became a constant advent season, as I look up to God.
"Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." (Matthew 6:33)
"No man cometh unto the Father, but by me." (John 14:6)
(Entry for Olive Eloisa Guillermo's 14-20 lines poetry contest: 'I am Not Ashamed of The Gospel)
Forgiveness is an oxymoron.
Trust is obliterated.
It cannot be made new.
Hatred still lingers.
Forgiveness is an imaginary,
thought in our minds,
Where there is no solution.
Can you truly forgive a person,
Who has ripped your heart to shreds?
One word does not make it all go away.
It isn't that easy, It's not a solution.
Forgive and forget is like oil and water.
They don't mix; they will always separate.
Forgive sometimes used interchangeably,
With God or a celestial being.
Each person has their own interpretation of God.
You may say you forget but you're only fooling yourself.
When all your tears are dried up
when you remember trust was broken and,
That One person alone destroyed your life.
You do not want forgiveness,
You want justice, retribution, revenge,
you want them to pay.
You want to stand before the Lady in White,
as she holds the scales of justice.
Lady Justice does not forgive or forget.
She listens, and the scales balance,
They do not falter; they do not lie.
The word forgiveness is rarely used in court,
Yet, I will never forget is uttered quite frequently.
It is on record, and everyone will know.
When we get justice, our hearts will begin to heal.
Forgiveness? Never.
I will never forget, but I did survive and,
That is what I will remember.
You clipped me
You clipped my wings
I used to be an angel
Majestic celestial being
But I couldn't just sing
I wanted to lead
I used to shine so much
you wanted me dim
A tree in the forest
Just fit in
But that was not me
A star of my system
Created on the third day
I was not from rib
Created from the word great
I am not from clay
You should have seen my wings
But you were not on scene
You cannot believe
you could not believe in me
You want to see yourself in me
So you clipped me
I need to learn?
You couldn't teach
I need humility?
I hurt your pride
By being free
By being me
But Me I am
I am Me
Fallen to dust
Building myself I am gene
Waiting for my wings to gleam
Once the wound heals
The blood coalesce
My light will light the world again
My voice will heal the sick
My love will be free
And no one will ever kneel
From the milky crimson rosy sky
The buds come to make a dream
To my eyes of hearty love to dye
The beloved soul to be closed rim
The rippling heart dances on a bud
Womb to seize the soul of true love
By the scythe moonlit with a squad
In the closest veins to free fine dove
Snowflakes on the white city bridge
With the star-studded southern air
Touches the heart of cathedral miss
To make the pavements of closed fair
Blue icicles on the wildflower to grip
The midnight of the elopement chills
To imbue the wrist with palm in trip
For closing the celestial being in a reel
Shining sun on a mauve cloud shelters
The footprints on the derelict pebbles
To make a canvas of momentum her
Closer to staying fine longest honorable
Nature grows to decorate everything fairly
Our love grows to enjoy the closeness fully
February 19, 2023
Closer to fine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
In shadows cast by prejudice, a knock resounds,
At the door of your heart, where peace abounds.
Brother, let not questions cloud the air,
For I am like you, in this world we share.
Not defined by hues, nor land's embrace,
I stand before you, a human race.
The cold winds blow, outside your gate,
Open, brother, don't discriminate.
No black, no yellow, red, nor white,
In unity, we find our common light.
Measure not my features, nor my creed,
Open wide, let compassion lead.
Why seek the differences that tear us apart?
Let understanding reign, a work of art.
I am just a man, a reflection of you,
In the tapestry of life, woven through.
Not African, American, Asian, or Australian born,
In every heart, the same pulse is worn.
In this cosmic dance, let hatred cease,
Open your door to the symphony of peace.
I am not defined by the skin I wear,
Nor the God I worship in silent prayer.
Brother, in the cold, open wide,
Let love and acceptance be our guide.
For I am the man of yesterday, today, and tomorrow,
A celestial being, in joy and sorrow.
In your heart, let the revolution start,
Open, brother, and uplift the human heart.
In the garden of eternity, where the spirit blooms like a vine of mystery,
We tread, unknowingly, on steps of time hidden beneath olive branches.
As the lifeblood of our finished thoughts dwindles, our lives, clusters of dream,
Shrivel on forgotten soil, with the sun as a wandering monk through the abyss.
The soul, a translucent vine clinging to walls that breathe things immortal,
Which, detached, withers under the weight of an endlessly flickering silence.
This is more than verse, it's the raw bone of our celestial being,
The unraveled vine, the frozen spring, the magical death – a world that flickers and glimpses.
The life sap, precious blend of sky and earth, no longer flows,
We, the ever-joined branches, now lie apart, powerless in supplication.
A stem, a thread of hope, a tragedy weaved into a grain of sand –
In the embrace of fate, we perish together, lost in our own myth.
And thus, the spasms of the heart reflect like ripples on a lake at night,
Eternity – a specter that whispers in summer through the woods left without ward.
But the silence that settles is not the end; it's just the pause before the song,
It's the moment when the root retracts its essence, preparing a new enchantment.
Torn from the primordial vine, I wander in mystery, searching for signs in heaven and on earth,
A thousand visions mingle in the chalice of the night, a thousand desires burning fiercely.
For in the depth of reality, beyond the veil of doubt, there is an unseen magic,
Where we, branches and vine, find ourselves again in dance, in an endlessly silent symphony.
In our odyssey among the stars, in search of the eternal spring of legends,
The vine of the soul – though torn – dares to reconnect the suspended bonds.
And in this transcendental journey, between the ancient and the anticipated,
We breathe the intangible ether in which, mystically, we are eternally enchanted.
dawn's over-usage
Again, again I hear another use of the word dawn in a poem,
in a phrase, in a conversation ... in my headache
... another sweet dawn, another morning dawn,
... another break of dawn, dawn's eyes peaking, another dawning
dawn, dawn, dawn
that sneak
why, why, why
please,
I want to vomit with her overuse, already
her smug little face i see every daybreak
every morning
please,
no i'm not jeolous
such rotten eggs to my eyes and ears
dawn, dawn, dawn
can life shed some good light
put it this way
Connie's going to have a cow soon
it won't be pretty
listen connie
helps on the way
Connie we hear you, we do
trust us
help is on the way we repeat
we're sending your physch doctors right away
okay,
then again maybe we're not
okay, rats
it's just that everyone's in love with dawn, doc
why the infatuation
like i woke up to a new dawn, please
people writing, like she's an animate object
people speaking like she'd a god, doc
that she ... oh, oh, will spring to life and open her arms
like an angel, or celestial being
please
she's not, doc
she nothing special
she not the easter bunny,
she's an overused phrase, doc
point being how how often do you read
about eve standing center stage
getting fawned ,exposed
not as much as dawn, doc
that ...
where did you go doc,
doc, help ... what was that about blasphemy
where did you go doc,
yet. yet just look what I read
Saturday's Wall Street Journal
head lines
vomit time
Trump Starts A New Dawn
Please, you
please, find an answer to this riddle
connie pachecho
1/24/17
Written: April 19, 2024 For Constance la France Z Words Contest
Rumi Quote: "Flowers every night blossom in the sky; Peace in the Infinite, At peace, am I"
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Zinnia is a symbol of stamina, a rare grace,
Daily memory of kindness and embrace.
A delicate note, a celestial being, a dryad,
Empathy and flair, enduring charm per dyad.
A mesmerizing display, so fragile and attractive,
A symphony of grace, pure mystique, captive.
An athirst aphonic and artistic aware,
A heart so tender, compassionate, and fair.
In meadows and lawns, you flourish and shine,
Bestowing peace and delight to its soul, divine.
A concerto of tender petals, painted in vivid shade,
Every eye will behold your artistically savvy parade.
Zinnia, you are several things, like a flower,
You embody hope, a radiant force to empower.
A marvel, crafted with flawless dexterity,
A precious crystal held dear within our verity.
Hence, this is a toast to you, lovely Zinnia,
May your eternal bloom be cream for tinea.
May your allure and grace be bestowed upon you,
Ever so by our side, leading our goal through.
I am a star,
Bright and shining afar,
Out in the galaxy,
Where wonders never cease.
I twinkle and shine,
Through the darkness so fine,
A beacon of light,
Guiding the lost through the night.
I am a celestial being,
Born of fire and light, so freeing,
I twirl and dance,
In an endless cosmic romance.
I am a star,
A symbol of hope from afar,
I light the way,
For those who need to find their way.
So if you ever feel lost,
Just look up at the heavens and toss,
A wish to the stars above,
And you'll find your way with love.
For I am a star,
Shining brightly and from afar,
A gift from the galaxy,
Full of cosmic majesty.