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Like gardeners, their patient souls attend,
The broken soil where bitter seeds have lain.
And watch for any gentle sign to mend,
The barren ground, the aftermath of pain.
They are the looms where broken threads entwine,
Weaving new strength and purpose, line by line,
Repairing what the Fates have torn apart,
With quiet hands and a most hopeful heart.
Volta
They build the bridges that the floods destroy,
The architects of silence, calm, and grace;
They find for every conflict a new place,
Where weary nations can discover joy.
Their work's a light that makes the darkness cease,
The very, living, breathing soul of peace.
A delicate dance, a balance to abide.
Let me share a verse, a tale profound,
Of union wed in hallowed ground.
When vows were spoken, love's embrace,
Within the walls of sacred grace,
Two souls entwined, a blessed bond,
In faith and hope, their hearts respond.
The church, a haven, where spirits soar,
A sanctuary for love to explore.
With blessings sought, in prayers they knelt,
Their union sealed, divine presence felt.
Yet in the realm of worldly decree,
Lies the state, where laws decree.
An earthly realm, where lives entwine,
Where unions formed, but can decline.
The state, it claims a different role,
To govern lives, the heart's control.
Through trials faced, its duty clear,
To grant divorce when love's austere.
For love is fragile, human, frail,
And sometimes falters, starts to pale.
The state steps in, with measured might,
To disentangle bonds, no longer bright.
Though wedded in the sacred place,
Where heaven's grace did interlace,
The state, it follows rules laid bare,
To sever ties, love's weight to bear.
The separation of these realms, you see,
Protects the church, protects the free,
To let religion guide its course,
While state ensures a civil force.
Thus, if the state may seek to part,
What church bestowed, two souls held in heart,
Remember, dear friend, it's not their aim,
To tarnish love or cause you shame.
They're bound by duty, laws compiled,
To navigate love's ebb and tide,
For if love fades and peace departs,
They offer solace, fresh new starts.
So let us honor this subtle divide,
Respecting both realms, hand in hand they stride.
For church and state, they coexist,
Preserving freedom, love's gentle twist.
Love Rejoice Spirit
Create a life
Create by love
Love holy yet sensual
Love hot and natural
Natural I call to you my love
Natural spawn toward earthen bounds
Bounds are the hearts and minds
Bounds where need to be untied
Untied are the cords entwine
Untied were once was bound
Bound on earth loose in heaven
Bound in space floating sideways
Sideways are the circles straight
Sideways upside downs my faith
Faith something I somewhat believe in
Faith is the color of heavens streams
Streams flow the rivers water go
Streams wash the skies rains blown
Blown past the visions wind comes
Blown by the window views intermission
Intermission is the pausing of the people
Intermission for all unsaved, unseasoned
Unseasoned passions greet and grin
Unseasoned our the cries for forgiveness
Forgiveness for those sins I’ve done O’ God
Forgiveness My Lord and Savior Jesus
Jesus O’ Jesus please help me
Jesus Holy Savior have mercy please
Please clear my fears, my doubts
Please hear me as I pray, I shout
I shout to the body, I shout to the mass
I shout to be heard, I shout to be first not last
Last is the call won’t you come
Last is the placement hurry on
On to the realm of saving grace
On to the dawn of redeeming faith
Faith is the substance
Faith is the cure
Cure my heart Lord it’s yours
Cure me from myself and my sins
Sins come but do I accept them
Sins go, will I release them
Them who those whom are called
Them are those hurting, they fall
Fall on our knees
Fall down and rejoice
Rejoice in the Father, His Son and Spirit
Rejoice evermore, be at peace
Peace is as will give it
~
Spirit flow through me my breathe, I’m nothing left…
7/22/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Your beauty is majestic, love, it grows
In silent ways like trees upon a hill,
Whose branches reach for stars, whose roots repose
In depths unseen, but strong and never still.
Your love is like the ancient, sweeping seas,
The ocean’s pulse beneath a moonlit tide—
In waves and whispers, born from mysteries,
Boundless in reach, unable to divide.
Through leaves and bushes, tender roots entwine,
Drawing the earth’s embrace, a woven net,
The quiet witness of your hand in mine,
Where sun and shadow’s gentle lines are met.
I find you in each curve of wooded slope,
Each verdant trail where forest breathes its song,
In nature’s heartbeat, patient and in hope,
As boughs and branches stretch so broad and long.
The waves, the sea—such vastness I adore,
Each surge a promise of your endless grace,
The way you rise, retreat, then rise once more,
To meet my gaze in every boundless place.
Your beauty, love, is woven from the earth,
In every leaf and branch, each root and wave;
It sings of ancient stars and hidden mirth,
Majestic, deep, as wide as hearts are brave.
Within Me
Trapped within, a tempest roars,
Where demons dance and anguish pours,
In the haunted halls of my soul's estate,
Dwells a darkness deep, where love and hate await.
Restless whispers haunt my nights,
As looming shadows creep by candlelight.
No solace found in solitude’s embrace,
My heart’s dark chambers, devoid of grace.
Born in the chill of midnight's breath,
Spectral ink stains, a story of death.
Amidst the oppressive gloom, a black rose unfolds,
A bloom of despair, and desires untold.
With fervor, I ignite the garden I've sown,
Where thorns entwine and pain is shown.
Yet beneath the ashes, a spark remains,
A yearning for absolution in silent refrains.
I drown my sorrows in spirits' fire,
Yet they fuel the flames of my woes of dire.
Lost in the abyss, where guilt does thrive,
Selfishly, my blood is let, just to feel alive.
My soul lies numb, no solace near,
Dark and cold, consumed by fear.
Forgiveness, love, mere echoes in the dark,
Tattered wings, broken halos, a shattered ark.
Within, the seeds of anger and angst,
Dark, demonic powers of strength.
Retribution and vengeance, tales no more,
A path to peace, a distant shore.
In life's crucible, love and hate entwine,
Damned forever, by fate's cruel design.
Yet in the silence, a dove's cry resounds,
Hope and despair, a dark pall on the battleground
Locked within this labyrinth of despair,
I seek redemption in the midnight air.
For though the tempest may rage and roar,
A devilish raven taps at my heart's door.
-Edward
Through the eye of the needle
Not to the left or the right
Dodging both on the comets tail
I streak into the light
My last wish out in front
As words melt in a fiery contrail
And with only one question
To weaken my heart
With only one thing to know
The seasons entwine
All beanstalks are felled
With the exit signs all aglow
I crash through the doubt
Releasing new hope
My affirmation now to reign
And look ever further
Beyond my scope
As my senses become untrained
I feel the loose pieces
Start to come off
A new lightness now abounds
The last burden has lifted
Burning bright in my wake
Crossing over—turned around
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Simply like tea, expression so sweet.
Love thee truly. Always be mine.
Seeing through me, those cerulean eyes.
Man of aristocracy. Love with dash of sass.
See-through wine glass, luscious lips in sight.
Temptations pass, turn off the light.
Seeing into mine eyes, move a little closer.
Embrace me, lips entwine. Laying interlace.
As warm as tea, be good to me.
Love me please. Relieve my plea.
Seeing through to you, these forest eyes.
Man of dignity, love with tint of emnity.
Concealing tea cup, suave lips hidden behind.
Desire slips, fall onto the couch.
Seeing into thy eyes, coming a little closer.
Kiss you, arms surrounding. Atop, music drops.
Simply like wine, expression si rouge.
Amour so fine. Always mine.
Seeing through me, those green eyes.
Man of royalty. Love with tinge of amity.
Cup of delicacy, hidden lips.
Lust strips, give into mine plight.
Seeing into thine eyes, push a little closer.
Hold me, unclothe thee. Interlocking.
As cool as wine, do good for me.
Love me passionately. Fill me with glee.
Seeing through to you, these eyes of blue.
Man of fancy, love with hint of chemistry.
Crystal clear glass of wine, smooth lips behind.
Passion takes hold, grips of mine hands.
Seeing into thy eyes, move a little closer.
Kiss you, legs entwine. Below, time slows.
My twin brother has been missing for a few months now. Ever since that horrible day in January when he got booted, soaked and almost frozen when Little Johnny took him out with him in that terrible snow blizzard. Afterwards, he was left all alone and hung out to dry by Little Johnny's mother. That's when he first disappeared, this time. I know sometimes his life stinks but hey so does mine. This isn't the first time he went missing; he's disappeared on us a few times, but he always manages to show up unexpectedly, so I suspect he will pop up again sometime soon, all filthy and in dire need of a shower. He'll be all ready to be buddy, buddy with me again. But maybe this time I'll be the one who goes missing, maybe this time I'll pull one over his toes and give him a taste of his own medicine and be the twin brother who gets lost or hides. We'll see how he likes being tossed and locked up in the missing sock basket and shoved up in the corner of the missing socks shelf way up high where the spiders crawl and cobwebs entwine and collect. Wholly Moley, guess who just showed up in Rover's mouth- Yep! ((My twinster)) And, just how I expected, filthy, dirty and wholly. Growing up with no parents isn't easy, ya know. It really socks. The only good thing about it is that I can trade my twin brother in for another one, which by all means I will do.
My twin brother stinks
Trading him for another
Sucks being a sock
Paradise of timeless peace and harmony "Divine"!
Amber clouds glow among the rising heaven
River of the prettiest crystal blue wandering water
Align fanning palms trees resting in the sandy shore
Dreams echo through the breeze of lover’s passion entwine
It was surly his heart trembling for the want of her
Soul searching eyes in his sleep as he
Eases on her breast of melodies
12/20/2015
Paradise-Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:John Hamilton
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Free from the frigid grip of winter's blow
we enter a time of hay fevers and colds
Though April showers help the flowers grow
they can be unkind, to creaky bones of old
The frosty cheeks of children everywhere
are pinned against a dirty window pane
The pristine snow of white has lost its glare
replaced by icky puddles and wet terrain
Spring, ...its not all about roses and shine
there are days when it rains and pours all day
She weaves herself around winter's entwine
and often leaves the earth too damp for play
I rather be making snow angels in the snow
then waiting and watching, for flowers to grow
Feb 24, 2023
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
Contest Name Spring Is Not All