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Where is He who led us through the waters
Where is He who stands before the fires
And where is He whom defeated sin and shame
Where is He and what's His name
Some calling father
Some call him Moses
I call on Jesus, Jesus
God with us Immanuel
You are the people taught to love and not hate
You ask for forgiveness but you won't forget
And where is He whom defeated sin and shame
Where is He and what's His name
Some calling father
Some call him Moses
I call on Jesus, Jesus
I call Him Father, God
And where are the new beings
Whose been reborn again
Where are those whose born again
We are the people taught to love and not hate
We ask for forgiveness but you won't forget
Some calling father
Some call him Moses
I call on Jesus, Jesus
I call Him Father, God
Where is the ones whose got the victory
Where are those ones to tell His story
Surely we are the people
Whose been driven
Lost sheep found now forgiven
Up the downside, sinner down Gods eyes
Some calling father
Some call him Moses
I call on Jesus, Jesus
I call Him Father, God
12/28/17
inspired by Isaiah 63
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
we had never seen such a fancy, schmancy, gorgeous witch.
She is a siren, look at how her hat has a magical pitch.
This was told to us by a jealous crone with ugly teeth.
Her brain was full of worms, said my cousin Keith.
They were terrified of the gorgeous witch named Belle.
She was a siren witch, born six states away in a pumpkin dell.
Because she was a foreigner, they said mean things about her.
She was nice to me, so she became my friend for life, said Burr.
Burr made up her own mind about people and witches you see.
Others’ ideas and prejudices had no influences on her choices.
She liked siren witch, and talked her praises to Bree, Catty and me.
The only ones not convinced were two cousins, both Joyces.
They never gave anyone new a way to get into their clique.
Judging people upside, downside, their thinking distorted and thick.
She’ll always be a newcomer; we’ll never let her in they said.
These two were as welcoming as a corpse that had been overfed.
When Patty was in the manic phase, she'd ignore dangers:
She'd hold parties in her motel room for hordes of strangers.
One of them she married after knowing him half a day -
Did it occur that something could go wrong by acting that way?
Who needs the wisdom of George Schwab, or boring investment schemes?
She met two dudes in a parking lot, trusted their get-rich dreams.
What could be wrong with giving strangers chances?
Predictably things went wrong when they managed her finances.
[chorus]
The question arises, how do we know?
Which feeling is right - the high or the low?
Do thoughts determine what we feel?
Or do feelings determine what we take as real?
Carrie was bipolar too, wrote a book on crazy acts
Her daily moods were divorced from daily facts
She used illegal drugs to tame the unruly ocean -
Yet she took a wild ride on a bronco of emotion
It was found for depressives the windshield is more clear
Rewards motivate them less; risks spark the proper fear.
But gazing at the downside leads to helpless despair
When reality gazes back, it has an unblinking stare.
Halsey had a million ideas and couldn’t get them done:
But when she was manic, she had the most fun
She says it gave her all she has; she made her best art
Her album named "Manic" rose to two on the chart.
Kanye, in his manic state, paranoia gripped his heart,
He feared the eyes of hidden spies, his world set apart.
This was knowledge he got from what he would feel
Between feeling and knowing, who can trust what is real?
[chorus]
The question arises, how do we know?
Which feeling is right - the high or the low?
Should we withdraw, should we take the fling?
Or flatten out the waves of the mood swing?
[outro]
Does what you feel guide your reason
Is trusting emotions akin to treason?
Can you disentangle thought and feeling
Sink below the floor, or rise above the ceiling?
Oh, the enigmatic dance of life we tread,
Which feeling is right— the elation or the dread?
On the frigid wings of the northern breeze
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away,
clears the mist from shining sky out of freeze,
song of birds brings life in ambiance grey.
On silken leaves’ cradle blooming buds glow,
with cascade of color petals unfold,
zephyr ripples fragrance in fervent flow,
but spring also has its downside untold.
Insects crawl out after hibernation,
stinging bees build hives in unwanted place,
allergens spread as season’s creation,
from defrosted ground dust fills warm air space.
Though compared to winter it is tender,
spring is not all encompassing splendor.
_______________
February 6, 2023
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : Spring Is Not All
Sponsored by : Michelle Faulkner
You want to know the downside of Aquarius?
Just ask the folks who weren’t in Noah’s Ark,
or check out Jethro Tull and Linkin Park.
The paths we tread are manifold and various,
as Lewis learned by teaming up with Clark –
and now the Eightfold Way reveals the quark.
Is ‘humorous’ the equal of ‘hilarious’?
Is ‘mini-skirt’ the same as ‘cutty sark’?
About as similar as ‘bite’ and ‘bark’.
We take from this that language is precarious,
quite unreliable (if not nefarious):
don’t trust a man who says he’s made his mark.
Instead of “it is written”, “it is dark”:
for I have felt the sinews of the shark.
Tabled Destiny
by Odin Roark
Life's tsunami starts way back
the shifting tectonics of time
re-form yet another evolution
one's bargained death wish in disguise
Most know not
when disturbance begins
when spilled milk begins to teach
when failure trumpets wisdom
From cradle to grave
we're taught
you can't have that
preschool
elementary
middle
high
higher
ahhh
the onion skin admission ticket
PERFECT JOB
Do this
Have that
Eight hour work day
No
Twelve hour work day
Yes
Be reasonable
No
Shark-infest your waters
Yes
Earn your bonus
No
Scheme your advance
Yes
Retire with honor
No
Cash in beating the system
Yes
PERFECT RELATIONSHIP
Honest background
No
Fabricated heredity
Yes
Thinking
No
Status quo
Yes
Intelligence used
No
Entitlement expected
Yes
Quiet and focused
No
Loud and scattered
Yes
Enjoined
No
Divorced
Yes
ONE DAY
The next random shift erupts
innate calendars run asunder
you're finally free
no more corralling of instinct
no more downside to curiosity
no more programs to die by
INFINITY CALLS
Shackles fall free
unhappiness exits
flames cleanse bodily disease
smoke and cloud transport molecules of ecstasy
to form anew
NEXT STOP
Catching the first breeze to nowhere
to everywhere
to schedules unknown
to existence sans time
Where chance be not tabled
where worth be not an issue
and day and night be one
with all that
was
is
and will ever be
WELCOME HOME
Two Words – Redux Two
Push
Pull
Donut
Hole
Toilet
Bowl
Laundry
Fold
Sing
Song
Ping
Pong
Mao
Zedong
Fly
Eater
Cloud
Nine
Moon
Shine
Vinegar
Brine
Wild
One
No
Pun
Arm
Leg
Black
Plague
Circle
Square
Head
Hair
Sonic
Whistle
Broom
Thistle
Pretty
Face
Human
Race
Alien
Space
Mountain
Road
Horned
Toad
Meteor
Rock
Mister
Spock
Start
Dart
Go
Flow
Pol
Pot
Hope
Not
Green
Brown
Smile
Frown
City
Town
River
Creak
Circus
Freak
Stuffy
Nose
Big
Toes
Bogart
Bacall
Free
Fall
Standing
Tall
Music
Note
Castle
Moat
Witch
Hag
Laundry
Bag
Robber
Rubber
Space
Discover
Race
Car
Bucket
Tar
Fruit
Jar
Phrenology
Psychology
Logo
Pogo
Wine
Beer
Whine
Jeer
Weather
Clear
Beach
Chair
People
Stare
Garden
Hose
Bloody
Rose
Genius
Knows
Alaskan
Snow
Car
Far
Road
Tar
Proud
Hound
Ground
Round
Upside
Downside
Aladdin
Jafar
Genie
Wish
Table
Fish
Wash
Dish
Slobber
Swish
Babble
Gabble
Clark
Gable
Atlantic
Cable
Stool
Pool
Fad
Lad
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 3, 2018 (Short-Form Free Verse)
Democracy’s demons,
they follow and stalk
for every freedom
they strike like a hawk
The cost of liberty
its downside abides
to follow intrepid
with vengeance as guide
All men here are equal
to right and then wrong
pursuing their happiness
the short and the long
Hoping the majority
will rule most benign
many to suffer
from licensed decline
Nobility’s tenure
its reign has been long
but treachery threatens
the best of our song
Tomorrow in focus
the few and the brave
must suffer the arrows
that seek to enslave
And onward we struggle
to save what we can
as menacing trouble
within starts again
This fight more than worth it
the day is now late
America bleeding
—our future at stake
(The New Room: May, 2022)
Assuming we're both heading for Heaven
When our days here on earth are done
Save me a seat beside you dear lover
To continue with more naughty fun
Not suggesting anything out of line
Just some normal naughtiness, you know
Like the times we had in the back of my Chevy
What a blast... we put on quite a show
Taught me things I only read about in books
Young and inexperienced was I
You showed me stuff that boggled my mind
On your knowhow I had to rely
Don't think I've ever thanked you enough
Here's how I intend to repay
Promise to make love to you for all eternity
Believe these words that I say
Remembering how we were obsessed with sex
You were the absolute bestest by far
The downside was, it always seemed like night
Kept fogging up the windows of the car
Bang my bongos and I'll pluck your big bouzouki
or shake your maracas at me
and I'll rattle my tambourine for you
it's all it takes to make beautiful music together
undeniably the right thing to do
which in and of itself is an ambitious endeavour
but as the tectonic plates in my fate all shift
I'm starved for intelligent conversation
in this intellectual wilderness there's a rift
how long can I hold my breath in negation
living here among losers in the land of make-believe
where they can only relate to characters on television
and rude loud local yokels dumb everything down
Lord I'm not truly grateful for what I am about to receive
from these ignorant arrogant violent clowns