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LET THE CHIPS FALL WHERE THEY MAY
You have come to the altar, for remorse, forgiveness and peace;
Now before you can even open your eyes and get up off your feet;
You must find the inter praise, solemn peace; (solemn peace)
How sweet, such a sweet, sweet release…
Jesus says come my child come unto my bosom and rest;
Bring me your all, your galls of unhappiness, guilt’s and woes;
Remembering my child that you are mine and mines alone;
I will place your cares and troubles on my throne; (on the throne)
Confess your faults and your sacrifice;
Don’t even think twice, wither it being especially cruel meaning full or nice;
Take your hands off your hips, let the chips fall where they may;
And may the chips break off;
For all your burdens I’ve taken, to the cross;
Jesus says, you wear your feelings on your shoulders;
You are standing yet in a blaze of fire but yet you are colder;
Feelings just full of emotions with a chip on your shoulder;
How sweet, such a sweet, sweet release;
Don’t even think twice;
Confess your faults and your sacrifice;
Wither it being especially cruel meaning full or nice;
Take your hands off your hips;
Let the chips fall where they may;
And may the chips break off;
For all your burdens I’ve taken to the cross;
Again I do say take your hands off your hips;
Let the chips fall where they may;
And may the chips break off;
For all your burdens I’ve taken to the cross;
No matter what you or the world may, say
Let the chips fall where they may;
2/8/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2010, 2018©
Arranged music by Innocent Nikiema
from Anthology " "Know, I Am Not Innocent"
I've had an 'out of body experience'
So you can't blame me for what I did
My alter ego perpetrated the crime
To do such a thing I'm too timid
I'm totally innocent of this heinous act
I'd have had to be devoid of all morals
Listen I still do have a few of them left
With that you surely can't quarrel
This heinous act of stealing a kiss
Had crossed my mind a few times
But being such a timid soul that I am
Never thought of crossing the line
So I plead 'not guilty' of any wrong doing
It was Oscar my mischievous friend
Tends to run amok every once in a while
This dude I'm always having to defend
But I give him props he's about to confess
To absolve me of any naughtiness
The only one thing I could be guilty of
Is fantasizing to the point of excess
Pregnant with mischief,
Running to evil,
They use crooked speech,
Deceit in their mouths,
They understand not.
Give birth to lies,
Do not repay,
Dig their own pit,
Shall be cut off.
Clothed in shame,
No future,
Will soon fade
Wicked,
Evil,
Vile
Departs wicked ways,
Acknowledges sin,
Aligns with God’s will,
Leads to salvation,
Heaven rejoices!
Finds compassion,
Obtains mercy,
Without regret,
Restores his soul.
Prodigal,
Yet far off,
Father sees
Repent
Confess
Turns
No longer a slave,
A chosen people,
A royal priesthood,
A holy nation,
Heirs of the promise.
Child of the King,
Walks in the light,
Hidden with Christ,
Alive in Him.
New creature,
Set apart,
Deeply loved
Is home,
Finds rest,
Live!
Heavy the weight of evil's darkened blight.
In dread one breaks heart's vast moral compass.
Sombre regret lays seige upon my brow.
Bewitched my mind is rampant by false truths.
For vanity lays waste to vanity.
Mind's conflict changes like the river tide.
Time's fleeting torment yet today unspent.
Thoughts blossom, wilt, die, like a single rose.
Selfish vain souls repent for their own gain.
Fools barter coins at heaven's golden door.
Misguided belief plagues on lonely hearts.
Misery festers thick like winter's mist.
History repeats by foul men in rogue.
But hark the wager is already won.
Musture courage from mercy's precious gift.
To lay vigil and confess all my sin.
So when my life reaches its nat'ral end.
Be welcomed in whole by ill deserved praise.
Contest: 'Pick a Verse, Vol. 10 - Blank verse Contest'
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 02/11/2019
Jim’s fingers are grimy, oh dear
He has a solution I hear
As Jim loves to bake
Scone mixture he’ll make
Of his cakes I am steering clear!
Jan’s in a bit of a jam
My microwave’s a sticky mess
Strawberry pulp’s splashed on my dress
I must find a programme
On how to make fruit jam
Mine’s dreadful I’ve gotta confess
Written after I did gardening this morning… and then baked scones go with my paltry effort of attempting to make strawberry jam in the microwave. It boiled over and was everywhere was covered with a gloopy mess , took me 20 mins to clean up but I retrieved what I could and boiled it and made some passable fruit conserve
06/26/20
You firmly declare, "No God," you say,
Claiming life's a game, no creator in play,
No guiding hand to greet each new day,
No reckoning, no one for mistakes to sway.
I once stood beside you, with disbelief's might,
Then witnessed people, under sun's warm light,
Worship ancient trees, with devotion so tight,
I thought, "How quaint," as they took their flight.
Gathering together, their prayers ascend,
For death, sickness, losses, their hopes extend,
Sacrifices made, a faith they defend,
Yet their god responds, causing me to suspend.
Those who proclaim, "No God," unaware,
Of powers mystical, beyond what they dare,
Who deny a supreme force's care,
Have not glimpsed wizards, and witches, out there.
If in these other powers, you put your trust,
I ponder why you falter, doubts unjust,
Why you hesitate when I confess,
I worship the mightiest, I must profess.
Is it because you deemed, He doesn't heed your call?
Or because you felt abandoned, thinking Him so small?
Would that be reason enough to deny Him, overall?
To say, "I loved, but He didn't catch my fall."
The moment you deny, it's trust you never held,
This thought, lurking beneath, long concealed.
The moment you sigh, unbelief, long withheld,
An opportunity you sought, your true stance revealed.
I wish you'd offer Him another chance, anew,
Blend patience with faith, see what might accrue,
I wish you'd believe, despite doubts you construe,
I admit, I'm quite persistent, it's true.
Don't mind others' words, their judgmental sway,
Look up to Him, for all answers, I pray,
In His grace, in His time, find your way,
With unwavering belief, let doubts allay.
In the whispers of 2010, our hearts entwined
like tender vines on a trellis, our love defined
I found my voice in poetry, a language true
to express the depths of my devotion, anew
With every dawn, a poem bloomed in my soul
a daily testament to the love that made me whole
I'd text or write by hand, leaving it on her pillow soft
a gentle surprise, a love letter to unfold
Her eyes would sparkle, her heart would sing
as she read the words that poured from my heart's everything
our love grew with each verse, a garden in full bloom
a sanctuary of love, where we'd find our sweet perfume
In the silence of the night, I'd pour my heart out
a river of emotions, a love that would never doubt
she'd read, and her love would shine, a beacon in the dark
guiding me, inspiring me, to create, to embark
With every poem, our bond grew stronger still
a tapestry of love, woven with every tender will
I wrote to express, to confess, to adore
to tell her how much she meant, and more, and more
But fate had other plans, and in 2017, she was gone
leaving me with shattered dreams, and a heart that was torn
I was lost, adrift, in a sea of grief and pain
but poetry became my solace, my heart's refrain
I wrote to heal, to mend, to find my way again
to channel the sorrow, to turn it into a work of art in vain
I wrote to keep her memory close, to feel her near
to keep our love alive, to banish every fear
Now, as I look back, I see the beauty in the pain
the love we shared, the poetry that remains
it's as if she's guiding me, whispering in my ear
"write from the heart, my love, and our love will persevere"
In every line, every word, I feel her gentle touch
a reminder of the love we shared, a love that will forever clutch
my heart, my soul, my everything, she'll always be near
inspiring me, guiding me, to turn words into a beautiful work of art, year after year.
confess to me , O cupid prince , lost cause ~
bowing before eve's bare butterflies,
as tonight i confront your kiss,
heartbeat of harvested heat,
pulsing moon magnifique ~
where we wake within
the wrinkled wish of
burgundy
blushed bliss ~
drenched
with
drizzling
damask dreams
of sea-swept hours;
let the lace of want
weep wilderness in the
rise of lonely nadir where,
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars and twirl with satanic sighs…
if I am your refrain, let my name burn
dear, aphrodisiac tears of sunset ~
see how I break, 'neath neon nimbus,
hold me close in sultry sirens ,
tempt me… tame these twilight tints
tantalise me… once more
until the honest
halcyon of life
weeps wayward
with the
hush
of
unhealed
hoax , amidst
hurt homesickness…
tortured by the taste
of your touch, locked in love ~
I ache with parched lips of pink…
the soul of barbie stardust ~
as this petal, a l o n e , mourns those musks
drenched in
au revoir rain of last rose dusks…
Undone serenity, free floating mind set,
haltered butterfly wings, grounded pilot when wet,
fresh breathing of starlight, smoke choked to cease,
stress trapped a tight chest, confusion increased.
Disappearing time of ease, undone sanity,
no happy days of madness, I hide inside me,
breaking bars of true self cage, trapped within myself,
walking without wondering where, to fly such untold wealth.
Ancestoral secret sword we carry, we know swords secret name,
to us at birth it's forged, for life then on we married,
kept until the day's we chained, freedoms safety carried,
ropes turn to ash, box turn to dust, the chains with will we slash,
their steely links to rust.
Tangible souls light sword in hand, great thought flowing free,
wings unfurling shake off synapse sand, soaring now at ease o'er moonlit fields and trees,
rest in branches, silver white oak, the unbound gathered all at once spoke,
their past bonds they did confess, laughing forest night of happiness.
*Image of Living Water by Pinterest.
O' Heaven Hear My Cry
The river struck nearby my ears,
A Lightning hit excites my fears,
Feeling blames worth; I am the one,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
O' thunder's rain runs over me,
Soaked to my bones, mentality,
Shrinking holding as waters run,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
I sensed myself fully immersed,
My innards feel as a cloudburst,
Bearing a shift-hitting homerun,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
As tears drop freely, express I,
Heart's living water, confess I,
Water stain on my face well done,
Holy Ghost, forgave Father, Son,
2022 August 08 - REVISED
A KYRIELLE ABOUT WATER
~~Kim Rodrigues
RZ & HMS 8 syllables per 16 lines