Long Contrite Poems
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“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”
Jeremiah 17:7?-?8 NIV
Blessed is the one
Who seeks the Lord
With a contrite heart
When the tongue was stuck to roof of mouth
From all the poisoned water
Having to spit out
Seeking the living water to provide
The everlasting drink of the spirit
Molding into a new creation
Snatched away from death
Conforming to a new love and guidance
Written on the heart and mind.
Circumcising the old self
Through Christ sword to separate
Receiving understanding and knowledge
Of things going on within and around one
From His source of living streams, cultivating
Fruit of joy, peace , love, joy , comfort
And humility of the grace and mercy
Poured out unto thee to tell of your love.
Seeing we can do nothing in own works
But through Christ that worketh
Comes an abundance of strength
Giving up this fight with quarrels of evil around one
To be pulled out away from the chaos
In calmness in knowing it's all in God's hands
For God rises the sun in the morning
And lights up the darkness at night
That one might one day see
His majestic power surrounding
And reminding of your choice
To remain in darkness or become of light.
Form:
Inside the lonesome garret, all was grey.
He sat there thinking of his broken dreams -
like how he’d planned to be so rich one day,
and yet he’d failed at all his half-baked schemes.
Tormented by the itch that went unscratched,
he’d grown embittered by his circumstance.
He loathed the one to whom he’d stayed attached,
a foolish wife who yearned for mere romance!
She’d loved him, rich or poor, which was no help!
Her acquiescence made him hate her more.
He smiled as he recalled her startled yelp;
he looked down at her corpse there on the floor.
His final thoughts were quite far from contrite. . .
and then a single gunshot sliced the night.
The best way to start you day
Is to Thank God and pray
For the chance to give a part of you
Your heart and soul, your love and hope
The best way to say you’re thankful
Is to give back – always faithful
To the hearts who God gave you
To share your heart and time with
The best way to give your love away
Is to listen to the part of you that says
God’s spirit is always living within
And giving you the chance to give fully
The best way to live your truth in life
Is to pray with a heart that gives and lights
Up the souls that come closest to understanding
Hope, faith and love are alive within you
The best way to Prepare, Reassure, Amaze and Yearn
Is to PRAY without ceasing for the grace to give
Back to heaven a piece of the wisdom it has given
Wisdom that says, God is great and we are His children!
The best way to PRAY is to always praise
With a open heart and a contrite spirit
With faith and hope – love that is living
With assurance that your soul is giving….
Unconditional Love… love that is alive
And centered on the One who created us all
Made us to be souls who love and leave our mark
On the heart who knows that God is our only hope
I look myself in the mirror and I
quickly look away, the man I see
before me was different yesterday
seems to me I worship the same
God everyday, I been a slave to my
flesh for too long still I'm hoping
today is my payday, Mayday my life
is in a state of emergency, they say
it's power in prayer I hope so
because me not doing so is hurting
me, my surgeon says I gotta heart
condition and the only way to fix it
is to be sincere with repentance,
forgiveness only takes place when
the heart is broken and contrite,
psych 101 when your mind is a
slave, no matter how hard you try
it's hard to escape, but the father
threw a rope a way out of this
destruction, the son gave it all up
and it cost us nothing. So as I look
back into that mirror I see what he
saw imperfect perfection, sanctified
sinner who by faith and grace he
predestined
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
That crunch such a perfect sour bite,
sinful taste please feed them to me;
My palate prefers fire to candy,
oversaturated leaves me contrite;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
They’re more than a little bit spicy;
Tastebuds left in afterglow all night,
sinful taste please feed them to me;
Always going down so easily,
the sweat on my brow a delight;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie;
Let’s ignore wading in gently,
cannonball dive is doing it just right;
Sinful taste please feed them to me;
Give me heatwaves no talking sweetly,
I’ll devour flames whole just for spite;
Hot pickles are better than a cookie,
sinful taste please feed them to me.
"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©
I want to write but I can't think straight.
I want to translate this turmoil in my head
into meaningful, metered, poetic sense.
I want to be able to express this angst,
this battered emotion, this ridiculous notion
that everything will be alright - how contrite!
I want freedom to express this pent up agony.
I want words to flow from me and aspirate this pain.
I want to start to live again....to breathe easy..
to trust, to love, to feel, how ideal
that would be: a chance to be ME. How quaint!
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..Breathe...BP lowering...Inhale....Count to ten.....Exhale.................................
That torrent of words has brought liberation -
it always does! It's my medium of expression;
my art form; my Valium; my addiction; my shot
of heroin; my snort of cocaine - Halleluiah! I live again!
(p.s. There isn't really this much angst in my life - I wrote this several years ago!)
There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!
Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers!
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!
And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!
In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!
In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!
By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight,
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!
There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”
On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!
Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!
Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”
Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter
3/17/18
I've lived a pain that horrifies me in reflection and ran so deep that it changed my DNA. I need a soul who sees the courage that it took for me to live day by day with this pain because I knew that my children needed their father. I need a soul who realizes that I was not born with my kindness, but that it came at a price. I need a soul who has had her own pain. And like me did not let it conquer her love. I need a soul who cares nothing of titles, but revels in my insight into her daily trials. I need a soul who loves to laugh, but loves to cry more. I need a soul who seeks to love with such passion, that her eyes cry out to God for more compassion. I need a soul who has a mind subtle enough to grasp the mystery of our circumstance and so judge no man for their belief. I need a soul who puts up with my recurrent pot belly, depending upon whether I am in "exercise season" or not. I need a soul who loves the sun, but can make the best of the rain. I need a soul who despises shame, but is contrite for a wrong in moments. I need not a housekeeper or surrogate parent, for I know how to raise my children. But I need a soul who will listen to my rantings all night long, and call herself blessed for the experience. I need a soul, who loves the world, but never lets it define her. I need a soul who wants me but who will leave me in an instant if I violate her sanctity. I need a soul who sees me when she looks into my eyes, and whose eyes speak volumes to me. Until I find her, I will walk this path with the many who love me, but always with a longing for my beloved. Always with a longing for that soul, with whom I grow old and ugly. Perhaps I have already grown ugly, and old will have to suffice. I need a soul.
Great is our Lord
Who is our gift
He came to the world to save us
He righted what was once wrong
He invites us in His goodness
He graces us with His presence
He will great things for our good
We know good from evil
Because of Him
We know right from wrong
Because He graciously shows us
We know insights and wisdom
Because He shares upon us
Great is our Lord
Who came to the world one day
And forever we are indebted to Him
We feverously grace His love
To one and to all
We honor His keeping
We graciously welcome His presence
We come to know Him
With grace and contrite heart
With our opened yieldedness
With our love and affection
With arrayed wildness
He tames us
He loves us
He offers us a great governing
He graces us with deeds
He inhabits in us
And makes His gracious presence known
He is good – so good
We can be
We can have
We can find
We can give
We can go
We can do
We can all win
Because of Him
Jesus -
King of the world