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Oh, yes, I have been up since 3 a.m. which means I got 6.5 hours of sleep.
Hooray! Great Day! Wonderful to get to be happy, and not even a tiny weep.
I am going to a fabulous church I attended last week, to build myself up, and they did.
It's in another town, another state, it's a bit of a drive, in the middle of Gladstone, Mid.
My heart leaps with joy, at the thought of this upbeat congregation that fits me like a glove.
I like going to a place that's upright and positive, and concentrates on God is Love.
We don't talk about wars or strife, or famines or Lot's Wife at this church, a magnificent community.
Can you guess where and which church I am going?
Who knows?
You?
Okay. You then?
No one?
I'm going to Unity.
As the fog rises from the creek
And dampness permeates
A truck speedily emerges
Shocking mind's concentrates
Out on the porch in this dense fog
Surrounded in moisture
Nature's voices silent apparently
This quiet annoys her
One more truck emerges from the fog
Then a muffled high-pitched
Sound, like a tire with a small leak
I looked around then switched
Through the heavy fog faintly see
Jet plane flying too low
I thought my hearing was about gone
To my eyes a long blow
Then totally out of my thoughts
I realize the fog caused
The plane to fly low and the sound
High pitched that brought my pause
elderly people some
with walkers or canes,
teams opposite each other,
smiling nervously
on one side all blue shirts (mostly all)
on the other green shirts
much chatter and laughter
it’s the beanbag baseball
championship
Maple Ridge at Savannah Pines
chairs line
both sides of the hall,
game space in between
can Maple Ridge keep the trophy
coin toss Savannah wins
a tall, thin green-shirted woman
approaches the red line
opposite
a slanted wooden board
with holes
labeled home run single
double triple out
she bites her lip concentrates
first fat red beanbag
slides off the board
shouts of “You can do it!”
second bag lands on the board
but whoa!
third bag goes into the hole
two bases
both sides cheer give high fives.
excited babble
a miss a home run
a single double an out!
nine innings
walking the “bases”
chairs labelled first second
third home plate
everyone cheers for everyone
seventeen to twelve
yaay!
Maple Ridge keeps the cup
all get a ribbon
and a box of Crackerjack.
date set for another match
dinner with new friends
hugs all around
Maple Ridge residents climb
into the bus already anticipating
the next “championship”
at Maple Ridge
Our engagement started early
One Thursday back in may
I had prepared my speech days before
Anticipating today.
Birds aware and singing
The trees are in full bloom
My lady is sleeping peacefully
Only to be awoken soon.
Breakfast made & waiting
Candles glowing with an apple scent
The sounds of Ray Charles' playing
Everything's right, it's time.
Just then her arms embrace me
Around my torso from the back
She kissed my neck, it tickled
A grin appears I laugh
A look of shock appeared
As I dropped one knee
Her eyes start forming tears
As she concentrates on me
With confidence I ask
" Will you be my wife?
Be with me now and in death,
Living one complete life."
"Yes!!" She said with joy
Hugging and kissing me with delight.
"I've been waiting for so long,
Your timing was just right."
I've written a little something
A verse for you to hear.
This will be my vow to you
So relax, get comfortable
And lend me your ears.
You're the air that I breathe, and the glow in my soul.
You're everything I've envisioned, there is nothing I
want more. With every passing day, and every year
that you are mine. My love for you will grow infinite,
my wife until and past the end of time. I respect
everything you stand for, I'll back you when times get
rough. The bond we share is unbreakable, so yes!!
Love is enough....
Jared Pickett
9/01/09
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Line of inquiry:
“to veil light we cloaked it in bliss
then intellect and lower mind
fused together as magnetism
in form where truth we seek to find”
Moral conscience flowing in the channel of time
drives the cognitive righteous urges to vent
in the surge of desires loaded with self-grime
through the dimness of wrapped enlightenment.
In the vacuity of the inner space
the pulse of time vibrates with the vanity of ego,
matching the rhythm of the conceited cadence
with the elusive intonation of eternity.
I invent the free-will tenets shaping the ego
in the realm of fantasized self-deception.
I traverse the slimy ground of cardinal muddle
searching for the light of intellect illumining the soul,
I travel unshackled out of the abyss of despair
on the inward journey through the epiphany layers,
perceive in the soul the flush of heavenly beacon,
lighting the corridor to the divine abode.
There I disrobe the ego shaped by complex equation
of existence to understand the meaning of life
in the scale of soul’s quotient of spiritual wisdom
when the portal opens to the sanctum of profound bliss.
On the seraphic shore of the transcendent soul,
the supreme designer makes the inner circuitry
of the innate magnetism of divine beauty,
mingles the concentrates of candid consciousness.
I am then the immutable hymn of the sanctified soul,
echo the harmonic awareness of truth.
The devout mantra intoned in the temple of my heart,
resonates with the spiritual symphony of sacred spirit.
Something about her heart, beating;
Something in her soul, intriguing;
The God in her, in her is God;
I standing a firm foundation
Hallelujah
Something in her smile Jesus;
Her voice so wonderful Jesus;
She walks with head held high;
Praising the All Mighty
Something about her faith;
Doesn’t dissipate;
She often late, To the glory of the Father she concentrates;
she's standing high praising in a firm HALLELUJAH
Something in her smile Jesus;
Her voice so wonderful Jesus;
She walks with head held high;
Praising the All Mighty
she's standing high praising in a firm HALLELUJAH
Something about her heart, beating;
Something in her soul, intriguing;
The God in her, in her is God;
she's standing high praising in a firm HALLELUJAH
I standing a firm foundation
Hallelujah
6/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023?
Today’s stroll has a crisp air tone
Aiding us to adore nature’s home
I’m enjoying the cool breeze,
She is too
Both feel ready
For a nice long exploration tour
I look at beauty of trees and branches
She inspects scents and traces with great interest
I take notice of blue skies and white puffy clouds
She concentrates on sniffing wet grounds
I admire gorgeous flowers showing their faces
She examines various animal dashes
I respect thick luscious lawns’ greenness
She looks for the right one to do her business
I promptly use a bag to clean after her
She waits for me to follow the order
I see signs of houses on sale
Quickly take information to tell a friend
She keeps using her strong sense of smell
Stays busy exploring more lawns and trails
I enjoy seeing beautiful wreaths hanging on front doors
She still is interested in sensing numerous odors
I like to appreciate various landscapes
She loves snuffling nearby bushes
I stop and listen to singing birds
She takes time to snort shrubberies even more
I learn about trees, leaves, flowers and birds
She gathers knowledge of inscriptions of various critters
We come back home to start with the day’s work
I get busy with chores
She gets ready for a long nap lying happily on the floor
MERCY LIGHTS
The justice lights shine ever so awesome
Onto the tops of the heads of humans
Mercy lights those lights quicken the darkness
Lights shown sparkles concentrates
Surpasses speed and sound
Light that overwhelms life biggest browns
Nothing seems anymore
Bright are the shields and swords
And what for why must we protest
Why must we banquet the darkness
God and Jesus is the light
Forever shining in our hearts
Let us allow mercy, mercy's light
07/21/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
9/4/16
It's been happening worldwide
Three sixty five
As events occasionally interwine
And coincide
So many objects of different shapes and size
Below and above the skies
Not all of it is recognized
Some being analyzed
Advertisments and signs
In and outside
As well as being televised
What they taught in school was forgotten and not memorized
As I continued to exercise
Became energized
And followed through on the enterprise
In certain fields I was able to specialize
Let me emphasize
How crucial it is to be wise
Before one's demise
I'm
Continuing to climb
My eyes
On the prize
The desire and fire inside thrives
Continues to rise
And shines
Brighter than fireflies
Worked out in the pines
And by the ocean side
During low and high tide
If it's not about dollar signs
Don't blow up my line
Or waste my time
Burned concentrates of all kinds
Even Key Lime Pie
But not all were prime
Poured up and reclined
Before and after nine
Everything all good and fine
Among patterns of simple and intricate designs
Ate the whole clementine, as well as a dried
and candied rind
Gotta to keep stacking each and every dime
And stay on the grind
By: Dalton Ogletree
(“Enemy of the State Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
Part of being young
Is a belief in the power of hope
Part of growing up
Is the realization that hope
Has nothing to do with actual life.
Like Yoda said, you either do or don’t do
There is no try, as there is no hope.
This is just part of growing up, but
Some of us have been dumbed down
So our growth has been slowed
And so our idealism lasts well into adulthood.
It takes a combination
Of high hope and low IQ
To support communism, you know,
The political and economic philosophy
The depends on other people’s money.
Its supporters are usually divided into two groups;
The poor without much to lose and lots to gain
(Or so they hope)
And the elite who know wealth concentrates at the top
No matter what economic system is followed.
Low IQ is essential,
And sadly also accompanies being poor,
Because the actual result of communism
Is just more poverty and less freedom.
All around the lessons of history are clear
And yet all around its students put on blinders
Hoping, against all odds, with their stunted IQ
That this time they will get it right.
(8/20/26)