Long Fates Poems
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Jesus
Jesus
He's more just Jesus
Jesus it's God in whom we trust
it's God who is within us
His mercies Grace ever so sufficient
High praised based His grace saved us
From up unruly and unholy fates
Faith oh, how can you be so late
and how can I relate dissipate
Jesus just God within us
We know the good I know is He
His good in Me
He can only be the good in Me
This good I am is Him
The only good in Me is from Him
It's the him ELOHIM that I embrace, indubitably Jesus
Jesus is God with Us
Energy spirit, prolific consuming me Father God make a difference
The light upon my face
It's you Lord trust Mercy father of Grace
Father into my vessel this space
That your spirit rise
Let it shine rather than die
Renewing me the righteous spirit that is from you only I need
To call to serve you in all in awe Jesus is God within
10/30/22
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
In the canvas of infinity, a man's soul wanders seeking endless chains of moments,
To weave loves and fates beneath a world without hemispheres.
The moments under the moon are not enough, the sun sets too quickly,
To adorn every desire with petals of stars eternally in bloom.
The Ecclesiast may have lost the divine essence in his haze.
There's a need to burn with love and to tremble with hate in a single breath,
To sculpt laughter and to paint tears with the same brush of light,
Hands, the painters of fate, lift stones to throw into turbulent waters,
To make passion bloom in desolation, and to plant war in the memory of kisses.
And to hate, to soothe, to rewrite memories, and to erase remembrances as on starry screens,
To architect chaos and to conduct symphonies, to devour and to metamorphosize,
What centuries and millennia
Sculpt in ether and sift at the tables of celestial feasts.
Man, a traveler in an odyssey without a clock and without an end.
When his dreams are lost, he seeks them in labyrinths, when found
He turns them into embroideries of silver, when forgotten, his heart blossoms,
When he loves, he begins to sculpt them into the altar of oblivion.
And his soul is colored with hues of dawn and dusk, his soul
Dances to secular rhythms a tango of the dreaming existence.
Only his carnal mate remains the eternal lover of the first love,
Assuming, losing itself, learning nothing new,
Intoxicated in the orgies of sensation
And blind in the face of the spears of despair.
He will die, as figs do in full voluptuous autumn,
Concluded and complete, excessively sweet,
With dry leaves sweeping in a waltz on the ground, around silence,
With bared branches pointing towards an Eden of pure possibility,
The place where each creature is called to taste from the eternal spring of love.
Eye am Sacred Antiquity
The Beginning, the Portal, the Untold Herstory
Eye am Nameless, Formless, Creator of the Created
Timeless Logos, Water and Fire mated
Eye am the Black Womb wherein the Gods and Goddesses emerged
My body adorned with Celestial Energy stones
Eye am the Eternal Demiurge
Maiden, Mother, Crone
My will reflects the All
With the Light My Fertility Ignite
Original Fecundity bringing forth Creativity
Gently Nurturing Fierce dark Feminine Potency
Eye am the Great Weaver
The Spinning Wheel of the Fates
Attributes Manifold, Herstory Untold
Leave your burdens at My Feet
Mercy and Grace Uphold.
Stuttering heaves of prickling breaths
the wind I swallowed is laughing at me,
or is it the oxygen it boasts that mocks the lungs that crave
ammunition, cogent, to birth veristic life?
Whatever it is, I’m past caring,
yet the people who pretend they are stalk my feet.
Their mouths speak of giving up the search,
but they forget that I’m dead, not deaf, not blind;
mindful of the gazes tracing the lines of a corpse,
steps following steps on ceaseless trails
spears and crossbows in hand, hunting wild geese
quiet desperation louder than the forest we’re in
hunger crawling at the flesh beneath our skins
I know you’re tired, and I am too.
The chains tethering us to each other
some ingot, some forged
cage our necks, and seal our fates
they hurt the same, hurt the same.
So when we reach that cliff we knew was coming,
I’ll feign surprise at the “told you so”
slug the bile of regret and rue
spew the ire in irony,
and curse myself for the curse you’re in.
Empty apologies for empty promises.
You wish I’m sorry but I never am.
Not enough to turn back
and say goodbye to that buoyant dream,
the thought of which became a dream.
Not enough to make the leap to ebullient seas,
and drown in the red of your wounds
that taste black cherry with cuts of my own.
Soles glued to the fickle quicksand they call time,
there is the painting of swollen eyes tattooed on mine.
Paralyzed,
I try to enounce the pain I’m in
except my tongue becomes treacle,
and moulds words I can’t recognize, don’t mean to say,
but I know that they hurt the same, hurt the same.
Gotta have guts to fall and rise,
To buck the trend and wrest the prize,
To thrust your life in hands of mates,
To believe in self, tempt the fates.
Each day give yourself a surprise.
Night's dark mantle leads to sunrise,
Rise from the dust with this surmise.
Cock a snook at life if it grates.
Gotta have guts.
When you are down and life's not nice,
It's up to you to add the spice.
Play not as the rule-book states;
You'll grin when you knock at the Gates.
Heed well these words , those of the wise :
Gotta have guts!
~12 Jul 2016~
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Best Rondeau Poem - sponsored by Laura Loo
Rondeau Rhyme Scheme: AABBA-AABC-AABBAC
EIGHT Syllables in each line except the 4th line in second stanza ( C ) and the last line in the third stanza. ( C ) They have FOUR syllables and is the repeated refrain from the first four syllables in stanza one
The Art of Love
If you want your bond to forever stay,
Learn forgiveness in the kindest way.
Let go of grudges, set your pride aside,
For love to flourish, let compassion guide.
Sacrifice you'll offer, day by day,
Put your own wants gently out of play.
Sometimes you'll yield, though it stings to lose,
In giving ground, stronger ties you'll choose.
Get used to sharing what you hold so dear,
Your time, your dreams, your heart without fear.
The spotlight splits, no more a solo gleam,
Together shining, building one bright beam.
Share your mind's depths, body, soul, and all,
No walls to hide behind, no fear to fall.
Be vulnerable, let your secrets flow,
In openness, true intimacy grows.
Leave solitude's comfort, embrace the change,
Let I become we, in love's wide range.
These lessons learned will weave your fates as one,
A lasting love beneath the moon and sun.
For growth together marks the path that's true,
How long you'll last depends on what you do.
In sacrifice and sharing, you'll endure,
A love that’s deep, eternal, and secure.
@----->----
How often do you meet someone who (almost) never apologises? Or admits they're wrong? And if you show compassion and empathy towards them, the greater their unyielding behaviour?
Remember that if you're a good person and you set a high standard of treating others well, you have to accept that some people refuse to see the Light. They lack emotional maturity and enlightenment. The best you can do is show the way to a better world, forgive them, and move on.
The words you could not say
By Michelle Morris
15/02/2025
There are so many words out there
There are so many words inside
You think you can hide from the Light
You think your Demons will keep you right
But you forget what happens
To those who refuse to show the Good
Slowly but surely they become colder
Their hearts iced towards Humanhood
Those Demons that you harbour
They are your constant passengers from the Dark
They'll snatch up any Joy you experience
They'll try to kill your Soul's Spark
And the words you could not say
Yes, the words you would not say
They'll be carved inside your Soul
They'll etch that Blackness every day
Over Time you'll forget your Essence
The "I'm sorry" and "I was wrong" moments merging
The Silence each and every time
Allows those Demons who are converging
And one day you'll realise you're alone
You've isolated anyone who ever cared
You'll be trapped in the Abyss of Darkness
Feeling cold and sad and scared
I hope that when you reach that Dark Space
That you'll consider believing in the Light
That God and His Angels exist for all
That you can try to appreciate their Kindness
For there may still be a chance for you
To escape the Fates of Hellfire
By cleansing your Heart and Soul
And asking for Forgiveness for your ire
Because that deep Rage you carried
That Bitterness and Unkindness
It stole your Empathy and Compassion
Left you behind a Wall of Emotional Blindness
And the words you could not say
Yes, the words you would not say
They'll be carved inside your Soul
Unless Love and Light wash it away
Only you can change your Ending
Only you can become Good and Kind
Embracing Empathy and Compassion
Using the right words that touch Hearts and Minds
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Hate, hate
and more hate
so much it frustrates
Don’t serve that man
or that woman
put away those plates
leave them to their own fates
loving only you and me
looking out for our own mates
America, America
a new patriotic kinda wisdom.
Dividing lines
protection and devision.
Those with less who need more
will get no provision.
Left right, left right
on a collision.
Soldiers separate
parents and children.
If they get in protect us
please place them in prison!
Jobs, jobs
more of those lesser jobs.
They’re not being filled
hear us bosses sob!
Maria and Jesus gone
who’s left to butter
our corn on the cob?
We won’t pay enough
to hire Jillian or Bob.
So now who will we rob?
Answers, answers
no one has the answer.
Politicians talk slow faster.
Hate him, hate her
they are all cowards.
If we give what we got
would that be a disaster?
We’re brothers and sisters
not their masters.
share love and peace be like a Pastor.
Judgement, judgement
yes judgement will come.
Does it matter where they’re from?
Those of us with more
could give them some.
Just because he’s poor
it doesn’t make him a bum!
Help him blossom and become
A hand up instead of under our thumb.
This is a commentary on the current division within the political arena. There is enough blame to go around on both side of the divide. There seems to be no appetite for compromise. The current and former administration separated children from parents so no one holds the high ground. If we seek what we have in common, perhaps we can start working towards a sustainable future.
As I awaken tears spill from these eyes
I question it all, please answer my why's?
Stomach churning rolling like the sea
No purpose no meaning no reason to be me.
Trying hard to let it go and keep moving through
But I am stuck scared frozen I thought u knew
Can't swallow can't breathe can't move
Nothing to show even less to prove
No path lit bright for my feet to follow
This morning as I awake I felt so hollow
Empty purged from very deep
All my confidence my courage all I could do was weep
Blank after all the lessons and trials
No sense in denying it nothing good comes from denials
Wasted lost beaten at fates game
Fate wins inevitably there's no one to Blame.
This morning when most look forward to a bright shining day
Tears spill from my soul for I have lost my way
My mind is open
It has to be
Yet find myself tangled
In a tree
The wind
It wrestles
The safety line
As I hang with the birds
A silent wind chime
The breeze of emotion
Blows this way and that
The sun on my skin..
Then the rain caveat
My silky voice trembles
I just shouldn't be here
"The fates have designed you
This landing place, dear"
The view is amazing
Every moment you fall
Yet get trapped in the elements
Every hail-storm and squall
When the branches entangle
They can claw and then tear
So come back to enfold me
Crease me neatly with care
I just want to return
To that whistling door
The propellor is cut back
And we step-out once more
For this view is amazing
But is there to be shared
I'm designed to be open
Not land-locked, ensnared
Yes our minds can be unfurled
It's the best we can be
The leap from the sky
What it takes to feel free