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More to me – MTY
More than ever, pain-free means more to me than ever before.
When you have been wailing and keening in pain you will understand.
Before this pain, I would have said God, my family and my life means the most.
However, after this pain, I have to say being pain-free means more than I ever thought possible.
Life does not mean as much to me as it did before, because I found myself begging for death.
I have a spiritual belief that death is going to be the start of a new life, a rebirth, a wonderfulness
Such as we cannot possibly fathom in this earth life. I was begging God to take me, to give me this.
However, He would not let me go, so I have to say there is more for me to do here. But what?
Is it to be a role model? Is it to build people up to their best degrees? Is it to talk about pain?
Am I to finally start my creative writing center/art center for children? If so, where is the money?
There has to be money for it, because I do not have it. So is this it? I should be praying for whatever
God is planning, but at this minute, I have no plan for it is has not been placed in my heart yet.
I am waiting, because I now know there is more for me to do. God is love. God is benevolence.
He would not have kept me in a torturous, keening wailing screaming state, unless there was a plan.
So I know there is more, and I am listening. I am praying. I am here, God. Let me know, please.
I am your servant, and I am willing. Just let me know. Please. I am more than ever your servant now.
Written 6-6-2016
Contest: More to Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
MY HOBBIES---
Since the dawn of 60's
Art and music been close to me
The colors the canvas papers and inks pens
Art drawings Ahh!! yes those Stan Lee Marvel comics
A collector I was and still am
This was and is an activity I engage in for historical reasons and pleasure
Forming a comic club first before role playing cards became popular
In music in high school was in a few groups
But mainly vested in lyric/songwriting my best friend and I
From tenth grade in creative writing class until present time-now
Yet still I write songs and poems
A total of three published works
So I love to collect and read, Marvel comic books
Love to create and draw my own super heroes
Love to write songs and poems praising God
An activity I engage in for historical reasons and pleasure
These are my hobbies I love
An activity interest pursued outside my regular occupation I engaged in primarily for pleasure.
Collecting drawing comics
Reading creating poems and songs
Listening to Christian and Gospel music and K-love
These are the hobbies I does...
1/30/19
Number # 3 placement in Contests
For Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
by Khalil "The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind."
The teacher I remember as the best
stood out easily from all the rest.
She taught creative writing. At that time,
I had no clue when older how I’d love to rhyme.
She’d have us sit in a circle, for that
encouraged students more to want to chat.
Instead of seeing others from the rear,
we got to see the faces of each peer.
In our giant circle, we would discuss
our own opinions, and it is a plus
when students can feel comfortable and free
to say what’s on their mind; that’s great to me!
After learning different ways to write,
we’d write at home, and it was a delight
to share our poems and short stories too
with one another and get points of view.
On work I handed in, feedback I would get.
Critiques this teacher gave to us, and yet
I felt this teacher cared for us because
she helped us know our strengths, not just our flaws.
Our teacher made class fun with games we played.
With these activities, our teacher made
us be creative, for she did not preach.
I hope like her I’ve been wise when I teach.
I can’t smell the aroma of your perfume
I can’t taste the sweetness of your lips
Of you essence;
Ever present, present;
I can’t taste a thing; I keep hearing friend’s voice;
This is my choice, my choice;
As I smell your love; to taste your sweet, sweet lips;
What a kiss, what a kiss can’t miss this relationship;
Just to let you know right now in the still;
In the silence, in the quiet…someone needs
Someone needs the sound of you;
It the rapids, in the pains, even in the rains;
Someone, someone somewhere needs the should of you
Some needs the sound of you;
Someone needs to care for you;
And if this is all true;
Yes you do, even I need the sound of you
Someone needs to be with you;
When you’re feeling blue, oh, ooh;
Someone needs the sound of you;
To hear your sound of your name, your voice;
It just doesn’t ever, ever goes away;
It’s so yes girl, I’m so ashamed I am blind;
Yet I remain sighted cause my ear needs to hear you…
La la la, la la la la la lala la la
La la la, la la la la la lala la la
Your quite an encourager, this is so true, yes it’s true
That someone needs the sound of you
9/27/70
Written words by James Edward Lee 1970, 2019©
North High School creative writing assignment
have you sinned my daughter was all you really
heard before the figure representing
God declared you unfit to be – anything.
every deed, thought, notion, movement leaves a
black spot on your soul which can only be
erased with a priest’s robe and the rubbing
of a rosary alone in a closet
designed for privacy – but he knows your voice –
you know he knows, and he glares at you
on the playground, reminding you HE is in
control and there is nothing you can do
about it except pray every night
and hope it never happens again. But
hope itself is a tragedy because
it only shadows the true reality
of what could, and probably will, happen
despite all your praying and forgiving.
Written for a creative writing class 1990.
The year has been full of sat backs and cheers.
This last year has taught me, we have one life to live,
And good memories are important to make.
Setting goals are beneficial to me, but with no fears.
First, to improve my creative writing skills and learning new things
That come from the heart and what I see.
Let my pen flow across the page like a bird building it's nest.
A personal growth, in habits, behavior, actions, and how I react.
A willingness to make changes in my life.
To start having relationships with family & friends.
Be willing to go and explore beyond my boundaries.
To stay health & become physically fit.
12/7/2022
Resolutions For 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
You missed creative writing class today,
but don't worry about it. It's okay.
Similes were on today's agenda,
and I took notes which I will lend ya.
I'm happy to be of assistance.
Let me give you a "for instance".
The ocean is like the desert, friend,
Like my poems, they have no end.
Of course, the desert is a little hotter,
and the ocean has a lot more water.
Sailing makes you sick? Okay, smartie,
riding on a camel ain't no party.
Both of these are the kinds of places
where you get lost and leave no traces.
You just want to get home for dinner.
How's that for a simile beginner?
Our Paradise Advise—My Sweetest Love!
My sweetest love hearest thou reverently my advice
My advice is to leave now for our home—in paradise.
Paradise blooming with rainbows and tasty red cherries
Cherries, delicious mangoes, and bright sweet berries.
Berries with our cottage in the midst with a skylight
Skylight, gingerbread, and sunset—await us at twilight.
Twilight and misting rain for showers on our lawn
Lawn where we sing sweet songs with birds at dawn.
Dawn where firefly’s lights soothing sweet moods
Moods with ravens bringing us nice nourishing food.
Food while sparrows build our soft resting nest
Resting nest, my dear love—my darling, my sweetest.
Sweetest we will wish upon the mellow shining stars,
Stars shining above us—where we shall not be far!
Author’s Notes: The “Linking Pin Sonnet” ending lines join with the same beginning word of the next line consecutively to the end of the sonnet. It has fourteen lines as each sonnet does. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” has a rhyming scheme of AABB CCDD EEFF GG. Each quatrain stanza has four line of two rhyming couplets, and the poem ends with a rhyming couplet. The “Linking Pin Sonnet” was created by Dr. Joseph S. Spence, Sr. (Me), January 15, 2017, while studying English literature, creative writing, the African Diaspora, and poetry, at the University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee, after studying twenty different sonnet forms and styles from different poets. There are multiple examples in my most recent 9th poetry book, “Sincerely Speaking Spiritually,” published February 18, 2020, on the link to Amazon.com below! https://www.amazon.com/Joseph-S-Spence-Sr/e/B0855CYRPS?ref_=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000.
More than ever, being pain-free means more to me than ever before.
When you have been wailing and keening in pain you will understand.
Before this pain, I would have said God, my family and my life mean the most.
I have to say being pain-free means more than I ever thought possible.
I have a spiritual belief that death is going to be a rebirth, a wonderfulness
Such as we cannot possibly fathom in this earth life.
I was begging God to take me, to give me the gift of death.
However, He would not let me go, there is more for me to do here. But what?
Is it to be a role model? Is it to build people up to their best degrees?
Am I to finally start my creative writing center/art center for children?
If so, where is the money?
I should be praying for whatever
God is planning, but I have no plan; it is has not been placed in my heart yet.
I am waiting, because I now know there is more for me to do.
God is love. God is benevolence.
He would not have kept me in a torturous, keening wailing screaming state, unless there was a plan.
I am listening. I am praying. I am here, God. Let me know, please.
I am your servant, and I am willing. I am more than ever your servant now.
Written 6-6-2016
Contest: More to Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
I often think of the sea,
not so much of vastness
but of depth, and what I
can't see, all the life just
beneath the surface – sort
of like, a newborn, 70 years
from now; sunlight blotting
out the sky, until rescued by
night...each of us a legacy
of many –
we find one another again, in
the shallow eddies – where waters
meet in manageable pools,
our circles pushing back against
a far greater current –
Where tide
tips the shore, we are nestles
of shelly kisses...sharing what
we can recall of both slippery
and pointed journeys –
in a real sense
all our forms and words
are a bit cliché
creative writing
the antithetical
of language