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The time had arrived to dig my tunnel.
My vision was full now, full and complete.
I knew what to strive for, knew where to reach:
I'd dig a tunnel to Understanding, a vision sweet,
A Tunnel where Friends and Lovers could meet.
I'd select my tools with wisdom, with care and delight:
First I'd choose 'Listening with Both Ears,'
and with 'All of my Might'
To fully comprehend everything uttered,
To show each and every speaker
That his words I did hear,
That his thoughts I held dear.
Then I'd pick 'Empathy,' to bond with each speaker,
To walk a mile in his shoes,
To have been there, done that,
So he'd really trust me
To offer support and sage counsel
Because, yes, I really did have a clue.
And last but not least, I'd pick 'Patience and Toleration,'
Two virtues nearly lost in this generation,
But vital to Friendship, to cementing of Trust,
To sustain Relationships that never go bust.
I'd take these tools to the Launch-site and dig
Out the dirt---the gossip, the backbiting,
The Lies, the Taunts, and all of the Slander,
The jealous resentments---replace them with Candor.
And once I had managed to finally remove
All the brambles, all the thistles and thorns,
I'd plant flowers and greenery, sweet peas and corn.
I'd line the walls of the tunnel with soft tenderness,
To ward off predators, to keep out the pests,
Exchanging sewage for sunshine to warm up the nest.
~Yes, using time-honored tools from Heaven Above,
I'd create my tunnel, my vision, of Peace, Friends and Love.
I’ve lost the thread,
I don’t know why,
however much I sit and try
I still think lots of poetry’s crap,
(it’s not like me to think like that).
I struggle on from verse to verse,
as sometimes every line gets worse,
for long, long hours
though God knows why,
just reading all that meets my eye.
But hidden deep beneath the grot
sometimes a piece
will hit the spot,
a gem of creativity
absorbing every part of me.
It’s then I know why I still look,
for poetry becomes my hook
and like a fish beneath the sea
hook, line and sinker,
it’s caught me.
I’ll journey on this poet’s rhyme
absorbed by each and every line,
enraptured by the poet’s verse
this is the nature
of my curse.
Good Poets of the world unite
and feed my hunger when you write
such words delivered with such might,
it’s worth my dredging
through the trite!
Ivor G Davies
Good news, there is good news;
He had died for us
He resurrected Himself O’ He saved us;
He did die once rose again;
Oh, He was the permanent sacrificial lamb;
Jesus
Good new day, is every day;
And each and every way;
God created us, in His image;
Energy energized we are the apple of His eye;
Elohim
Father God
Good news, there is good news;
He had died for us
He resurrected Himself O’ He saved us;
He did die once rose again;
Oh, He was the permanent sacrificial lamb;
Jesus
Our Father watching over you even now. HIS mercies, graces and provisions and favor all over you. His joy, peace, and love permeates your soul. You are His dear one AND He's yours. Blessings unto you Always, Always Beloved Be blessed in your rest and sleep. Good night
10/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023
In your beauty, striking jewels within your light
If I where to go into another world
Searching behind each and every fold
Wrapped up inside my mind
There is a never ending vision, of thought
Over half of it one forgets
in a short space me not
Flowering time one stands out striking
It draws from the gentle wishing well
inside the rainbow colors her
all shades of a promise
sprinkling softly in her mist
The heart began singing music to me
as the soul saw your guiding light
I would never break your heart love
one silent promise, made into oneself
at that very moment in time
I felt it
so very special
remembering the sweet pretty birds in song
Magic capturing that very moment
our souls inside out sharing
When the heart fell at your feet
it was truly amazing
You're my dove wings
sweetly touching
Flying this heart deeply in love
with your peace the drunken spirit is floating
intoxicated in your space
falling softy emotions swoon
Savoring feelings explode outside reality
your amazing beautiful in my eyes
dazzling the mirrors of dream
The park came alive and glistened this morning.
It would be sunny today, obvious since dawning.
Four days of rain had given the grass a new hue.
The trees looked lush, were embellished as new.
Early morning all was quiet, peaceful and serene.
It was quite the loveliest the park had ever been.
Rain rendered the surroundings to a lustrous view.
The sunshine illuminated all and shone through.
The kindergarten now opened adjoining the park.
Children arriving. On the silence they left their mark.
Wonderful giggles and chatter now could be heard.
Everyone seemed happy, not a discouraging word.
Now the rain had gone, finally outside they could play.
No more raincoats to wear. Won’t be trapped inside today.
Children raced round having fun, each and every tiny tot.
The noise oh the noise! They sure were a rambunctious lot.
When you think you’re too far away, you’ve never been nearer
As when you start to pray and things start to get so much clearer
For when you thought you were lost, He was right by your side
He already paid the cost that’s why He suffered and died
Sure, you struggled here and there for many have fallen away
Life isn’t fair and yet you made it through each and every day
Laughing and sometimes crying another milestone passes by
But the only time you were dying was when you just didn’t try
You didn’t give Him praise, thanking Him for the blessings bestowed
Just for each and every one of His days, oh Lord, what is owed
But there is no price at least that you could ever pay
For nothing could suffice for God is perfect in every way
So now here you stand with a choice that you must make
And you must understand of your heart you cannot fake
Like footprints in the sand, He loves you more than you’ll ever know
Grab onto His Hand and you too will know His Glorious Joyful glow
2 Corinthians 5:7) For we live by faith, not by sight. (Hebrews 11:6) And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.
10,
Hot wax drips, honeysuckle lips
lavender scent, mind held waft
slow dancing
with a body so so soft
sexy sweet in blood red stelletos
picture perfect mirrored off the wall
but it's more that seduces my mind
than the way your enter my eye
a sapiosexual solicitation of surrender
surrounding my constant inner thought
trusting of wit
caressing each and every bit
and byte/bite
of my attention
a love drunk intervention of must
I lust
your spoken word
and your lighted soul
burning brightly inside
my yearning heart rises
to your harp~like voice
and leaps like a Wolf
at the whisper of your name
etched on the body of life
Love is the answer no matter the question
Since the very beginning of time
We were put on this earth to share our affection
To let love and happiness shine
It's incumbent upon each and every one of us
To show love to future generations
Help them to a happy and peaceful existence
And resist life's many temptations
Love is the answer to all of life's problems
Be they small or as big as a mountain
Attitude is the key they can all be overcome
Appreciate it and drink from life's fountain
Toleration today seems to be sadly lacking
In this fast paced life we're living in
Let's all step back take a real deep breath
Then fill up with love to the brim
Love is the answer...
When the pandemic lockdown is over
I will be springing from my cage in leaps and bounds.
I will run down the street hugging all the neighbors I have never met
I will be driving to my grandchildren’s homes to smother them with kisses.
I will hunt each and every grandchild down no matter how far I have to drive.
Drive! Wait! I can still drive! Hooray for that; I hope so anyway.
When the shelter-in-place is over I will go to the stores I used to pass.
I will go in and out of every one, to see everything I have ever missed.
I will drag home some things I will never use, just like before.
I will try one some clothes at fancy clothing stores.
I will buy art supplies, and I will paint my happiness all over my house.
For when the Pandemic lockdown is over, I will fly from my cage and be free!
She was a wily cigar chompin' gambler with the moniker of Poker Alice,
Renowned throughout the west for her skill in many a gamblin' palace!
Poker Alice had a good head for countin' and with her very cunnin' guile,
(Plus her beauty), she mesmerized her opponents, amassin' quite a pile!
Poker Alice worked in saloons across the west as a faro and poker dealer.
She worked in Creede, Colorado for Bob Ford, that notorious stealer!
Because of her pious rearin' as a girl, she refused to work on Sundays,
But she was back smokin' a two-dollar stogie and dealin' cards on Mondays!
She drifted to Deadwood, South Dakota, where her notoriety was well known,
And married a house painter named Tubbs who was a deft gambler on his own!
Later she established a brothel near Fort Mead Army Post with her ill-gotten gain.
The place was small and she needed funds to fix the 'house' on Pleasure Lane!
To expand and recruit 'soiled doves' from Kansas City she applied for a loan.
The banker scratched his skull sayin', "I dunno! That's a risk into the unknown!"
She convinced him notin' that The Grand Old Army had an encampment near,
And for the soldiers' bent for visitin' hog ranches, he had nothin' at all to fear!
Things didn't go well since she plumb forgot The Methodist Preachers' Convention,
Convened each and every year and she hadn't figured on that intervention!
Poker Alice's fame and notoriety followed her well beyond her wanin' years.
She died after a gall bladder operation with her 'house' payments in arrears!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 4 in Don Johnson's " Your Old Ballad Or Rhyme - Best Of All Time" Contest
July 2011