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MIRACLE
Instructions of my Dad was priority.
He was my idol, philosopher-and guide.
Miraculously got opportunity
identifying myself really redefined.
My father’s Colloquium arranged at best.
Memorial Hall on Inauguration
Everything formerly scheduled and well set.
No scope for my active participation.
Felt earnest urge to speak from core of my heart.
I wrote about his works when he was alive.
I must pay tribute and honor on my part.
I had ventured on extempore speech to give.
On my own performance I got astonished.
Short, speedy, attractive speech to present Dad.
Instant Tie bet Dad and I was established.
Forgotten fact just mysteriously flashed.
I recollected, in my Dad’s Cloud Chamber,
forty years back I worked and was much surprised
to find me as only one in seminar
once worked in his project and was mesmerized.
Overwhelmed on pure pristine placid perception
of strong divine bond with my Late father.
Spoke as if guided on his illustration.
Discovered me as true inheritor rather.
Existence of soul illuminated my mind.
Eager Souls capable to communicate
even on erased memories to rewind.
Rhythms of emotive souls can resonate.
01/10/16
Re-edited on 08/19/ 21
First Place
'A Brian Strand rime
Contest by Brian Strand
“You’re burlap and satin; you’re leather and lace,”
the bride-to-be’s mother said. “He’s a disgrace!
Break up with him. It’s not too late to save face.
He’s our neighbor’s farmhand. He should know his place.”
Her dad said, “He’s not in your league, can’t you see?
If you marry, think of how poor you will be.
You’ll not get one cent from your mother and me.
Go give back that cheap little ring and be free.”
The daughter cried, “No, I’ll give you up instead
if I must. I know what my grandparents said
to you, Dad. They thought you were out of your head
to want a rich, pampered girl. ‘Not her,’ they pled.
And, Mom, how did Grandma and Grandfather feel
when they met my Dad-to-be? Did he appeal
to them as a good choice? YOU said they had real
concerns. He seemed somewhat rough. So you would steal
away to get married. Your choices were right.
THAT—they now admit. Though you’re happy and quite
successful, as newlyweds you had to fight
your folks’ disapproval, and money was tight.
We’re burlap and satin—as once were you two!
Our future will have a much rosier hue
if you bid your coldness—and not US—adieu!
We don’t want your money. Your blessing will do!”
Date:March 12, 2018
Contest Title: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen placed 5th of 10
February 24, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 21
June 21, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's contest Your Choice (12) Love Verse
June 5, 2021
entered in Anthony Biaanco's $ Contest placed 8th (of ten placements)
Regina
Tender, true, trusting, thankful
Daughter of two hearts from the Smokies
Lover of Jesus, family, poetry and truth
Who feels most alive when I’m giving, feeling, forgiving
Who fears the darkness of a heart without God
Who would like to see love overcome pride
Who would enjoy the sound of nature’s yawning
Who would like to give others a taste of hope
Who would bring serenity into the spirit
Who would live cautiously, within my limits
Who would light up the hearts who are hurting
With assurance that pure love abounds with joy
From the whisper of a Savior who gives courage
To face every struggle or sorrow with praise
For the One who gives grace to the stranger
The One who died and rose again so we could be
Alive in eternity – forever with Him!
McIntosh
This is Who I Am poetry contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
July 3, 2021
She is a wonderful baker…with magical baking skills she is endowed…
being able to make the perfect cookie has always made her proud.
If you ask her friends and family…as a baker they’d shay she’s a 10…
but even a perfect baker has an off day now and then.
She was making snow globe cookies for her church to be served on Christmas night…
but when it came to the last cookie…she couldn’t get the decorations right.
“His hat is wrong.” She lamented. “His eyes are too big and his nose has gone south…
His body isn’t smooth enough…and don’t get me started on his mouth.”
“Is that a scarf or a lobster claw? His arms are much too small…
This cookie,” she said dejectedly, “cannot be served at all.”
But she promised the church two dozen cookies and even thought it was not her best…
she didn’t have time to bake another…so she hid it under the rest.
She watched as children ate her cookies but as was to be her fate…
her ugly snow globe cookie was the last one on the plate.
As a mother handed this cookie to her daughter…the cookie she had botched…
the baker turned away…she was too embarrassed to watch.
“Thank you for the perfect cookie.” The mother told the baker…
The baker smiled thinking she was being kind…
until she saw the little girl with a crumb-filled smile sanding in front of her…
and realized…she was blind.
“Your cookie was delicious.” The young girl said as against her mother’s leg she leaned.
“It was the most beautiful cookie my hands have ever seen.
“His hat, his eyes…his nose…his scarf…his mouth…I could feel them all…
I love how you kept his body rough…did you mean to make his arms so small?”
I’m not sure how or why, you did it….the girl said enthusiastically
but it was as if that perfect cookie…you created just for me…
Now the baker always brings two batches of perfect cookies with her
and everyone understands
one half are for those who see them with their eyes…
The other half…for those who see them with their hands.
Awaken your eyes
Your almond beautiful eyes
And witness the sun rise
And with your breath
The holiness God has left
Can you taste the essence of life
Holy
For so you are chosen
By the Father's heart love beholding
You are in His eyes
Your by His side
You have reached up and touched His thigh
Embrace in Him the blessings
Holy
For you are His Daughter Beloved Beautiful
You are a Daughter of God through the faith in Christ Jesus You are His essence His beauty
You're no longer a slave but God's daughter
And since you are His daughter
God has made you His heir
And you live in Him
Worthy
And you know your loved no matter what you do
And if you miss a mark
You're still in His heart
You are a child of God for you follow Elohim Son Jesus
Daughter never forget you are so worthy in Him.
Worthy
HOLY
3/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
Good New Day
Beloved Daughter of Elohim
You whom are co-creator speak forth the blessings unto you Blessed are you Psalms 91 Woman You are glorious beautiful and wonderfully made you are in HIM Your beloved DAUGHTER of the ALMIGHTY GOD He
Has awakened you on this new day Dawn He has put His praise in you. You are the Daughter of all Mighty God. You are Kingdom Purposed You are blessed and Worthy Walk in His Joy even if you were to be sad this day When you see anyone in front of you look within see use His peace that's inside you release His Joy smile through His eyes Speak Life with His mouth You again are fearfully and wonderfully made go daughter and live. Speak your life speak your peace speak your joy we love you rise Speak Your Love in Jesus name
l ask of one thing ...that God grants you your heart's desires That He covers your children and your family that HE prosperous you in all spiritual and physical things in that order.
Overflow! That your heart be renewed that your mind also too. Awakening awake dear one and arise Daughter for you are blessed parade open your bless eyes arise and awaken into His Innermost Uppermost consciousness. Open thine eyes Open your heart and declare that you are virtuous in Him and that He's got you enjoy His breath it's His righteous God bless you and keep you are His always and we need you to survive...
You know we gonna be ALRIGHT IN HIM
GOD BLESS
4/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
You captured my heart
Right from the first instant
Strong broad shoulders
Toned firm body
Lean and so tall
To me you seemed a giant
In stature and standing
But it was the details that got me
The small pulsing vein on your temple
Your mischievous knowing eyes
Paved with tiny crinkles as you smiled
They stirred and warmed my soul
Your huge leathered hands
Capable of so much
But mine to hold
Your deep gentle voice
Every utterance precious
You made me believe I was special
You made me believe I was beautiful
You made me believe I was invincible
You protected me
You adored me
You shaped me
I loved you
I worshipped you
I trusted you
I believed you
Now you are gone
You are far from forgotten
I see your legacy in the mirror
I hear myself saying your words
Doing things you would
The apple falls never far from the tree
My first love, my daddy
EMPTY ROOMS
Sometimes there are echoes -
echoes of past laughter,
homeliness, warmth
as all around is held with the
flames of love and life.
Each corner is warm,
welcoming and cosy.
A safe haven to rest and
to just be.
To be loved and to love.
The clock chimes with the
passing of time and yet
this life I grasp now remains
immortal and frozen in the
past - undying - like the
love I have for you.
The sweetest voice belonged to
you. How I miss it!
The warmest embrace was
yours to give to all.
The most radiant smile which
lit up from inside was
yours to bestow.
Your life, your legacy,
was your gift that was wrapped
in layers of love.
Perhaps the eerie silence wraps
and hugs me like you
once did.
Perhaps the resounding walls
of a symphony that no
longer plays doesn’t.
A home without its vibrating heart.
A home lost without your
beautiful, illuminated presence.
A home that is no longer a
home without your dwelling.
Haunted spirit of myself
that drifts through mists
of loneliness.
There is but shattering silence.
Shards of a splintered heart
that slices through as it grips the void
with an iciness that could never melt.
Empty
spaces empty
chairs
empty
rooms
Barreling down the mountain of forgetfulness,
I raced to Wal-Mart for that last minute gift.
We’ve not seen his children since Christmas.
Despite their quicksand of un-thankfulness,
I want him to have something for this Father’s Day.
His son has been in a swamp of discontinuance
lost in that great, lonely desert called New York City.
His daughter has sprouted sharp thorns of bias
since their mother’s death and dad’s remarriage to me.
Arriving at the store early Sunday afternoon,
I did not expect such a thunderstorm of confusion.
On the trash heap of heartlessness,
clerks were already marking down common items
like ties and shirts, aftershave and desk supplies.
I moved past this obvious marsh of misery
to a safer spot and found myself in a fog.
I spotted an older woman I recognized.
In a sea of hopelessness, the two of us, ended up
sharing doughnuts and expensive coffee in Starbucks
(cave of debauchery) in the front of the store.
We indulged over footholds of remembrance,
the gifts our kids had given us when they were in school –
piles of hand prints, bookmarks, flower pictures and
homemade cards, simple, treasured, special gifts.
Abandoning my valley of sorrow caused by events
beyond my control, I quickly sped to the grocery aisle.
Racing back home I enjoyed fixing my best friend,
a Father’s Day Supper that he would remember,
complete with his favorite foods and dessert -
a gift totally given to pleasure, both his and mine.
August 16, 2019
Here are the cold hard facts everyone.
If you have given birth to a daughter or a son,
their future is going to be a very harsh and dark one,
as will all of their future generations.
No one appears to see what I see,
hiding in plain site among everybody.
A worldwide plot to enslave everyone,
is now in the process, it has already begun.
Everyone is enraged about this wall of Trump's,
being constructed to keep out all immigrants,
but that isn't the reason that wall will be put under construction.
That wall will be built to keep American dissidents from escaping,
once marshal law is declared after the next 911 like event,
and then all dissidents and undesirables will be shipped to detainment camps,
where we will spend the rest of our lives living under horrific conditions.
When marshal law is declared, for our own so called protection,
that will be the beginning of the very end,
of the loss of our freedoms and our once very great nation.
All who aren't in enemy combatant detainment camps,
will have lost all of their liberties by our now dictatorial government.
Curfews will be harshly enforced. It will be mandatory to gain employment,
and you had better be so sick and near death if you dare to be absent.
This should be of major concern to everyone,
especially they who have recently given birth to children,
but all seem to retreat into their safe state of ignorance,
and I assure all of you, that ignorance will be our undoing.
If this disturbs anyone, I have the following suggestion,
Get Off Your Comfortable Complacent Asses And DO SOMETHING.
Take Action, Inform Everyone. Christ Almighty, Do Something, Anything.
Research All of this information,
before you deem me a crazy person and pass judgement,
if not for yourself or me, do it for your children,
because you have given birth to them,
and as such you have also sealed their damnation,
to a lifestyle lived under a fascist, military worldwide government.