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Jacob, who swindled and swapped his stew
for the birthright, then the blessing
that he felt like were his due,
in time, his dream would be secured,
he’d marry the love of his life,
sweet Rachel, who would one day give birth
to a son named…
Joseph, brother and son, a heart undone
by jealousy, the sin beyond words
expressing the violence of a desperate shadow
silhouettes of vengeance, complicated
by sentiments of what could have been
if only hearts had given in…
then, his potential, forthcoming
victory, a vision, remembered
a dream, fathomed, fulfilled.
the children of Israel, slaves under the rule of Pharoah
who God would harden until he told Moses the slaves could go
but he’d follow – to the sea where God parted the waters,
allowing the Israelites to walk on dry land – while their pursuers
were washed beneath the sea, forever gone –
forever erased from the earth’s soft song…
Moses led them, wandering in the wilderness for 40 years
yearning for the land God had promised them when they left Egypt –
led by the cloud, during the day
led by the fire, during the evening
they were fed manna that only God could have given,
they were given the law, so they’d know right and wrong,
the ten commandments, to teach them God’s rules…
as time continues on, there comes David, after God’s own heart
playing his instruments, glorifying his God,
killing the giant who sought Saul’s army,
destroying darkness with his kindness and charm
David brought victory to the hearts who knew him,
the one who would be King of Israel…
as the story colors between the lines, there is One
who comes to live on this earth, One who came by virgin birth,
One who knows us – the sinner, the soul, the saint
He leads us to the drink of the living water, He is life
and He is the sacrifice that silences our fears,
wipes away each tear and, despite the pain of a cross,
whispers light through the heart, comforts us when we hurt,
makes a way for our heart to praise…
the love, His grace, He is the way
the second chance for me to say
when I die, I won’t have to pay
I’ll have a new life, a new day
God’s Son came to erase the past with a love that will always last!
As Easter remembers – beyond all the winters - here is hope that keeps giving
love that keeps living – He never stops forgiving!
Energy found its way through the rigorous
rigamarole of trial and error of those persistent
like the Wright Brothers, the Curies, or Thomas
Edison, and others. The close failures were consistent.
At the time, based on their hypothesis
that it will benefit all living-kind existent.
Yet they were all clueless to the vigorous
negativity that their inventions will be hell-bent.
The electric chair, countless deaths by accidental
electrocution, then the military plane that dropped
the atomic bombs, first on Hiroshima's citadel
by using devices onboard for their best opt
to maximize deaths. Also, Nagasaki being critical.
The Atomic bombs were both propped
with radioactive properties that were essential.
Ergo, good and bad are clarified when mopped.
Since the beginning of human history,
entropy played a significant part
that affected borderlines, racial sophistry
another open flesh wound of the heart
as fanatism occupied and warped the symmetry
of religion and segregates, faiths impart
brained the clueless first via chemistry
until Tsar Bomba took the chart.
The atmospheric conditions are codependent
with temperature. Barometric condition affects
weather and health that are both consistent
as one trails a single value that projects
air quality being as effective and existent
ergo, temperature gauges the fall and rise as subjects
and cannot separate themselves as self-dependents
so they're not polarized, but affectionate objects.
A preposterous venture to entertain as the last phase
of the Three Laws. The First and Second Laws were
easily fathomed, yet the Third, like dots in a maze
became blank when they didn't link keeping the stir
as the only constant having left my mind in a haze
being kerfuffle and not stifled, the informed concur
casting doubts as temperature measures my mind strays
returns a better me. I deduced 'twas by an amateur.
First Law: Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed or transferred (conservation of energy).
Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system.
Third Law: As the temperature of a system approaches absolute zero, the entropy of the system approaches a constant minimum.
I chose "NFC", Not For Contest, due to my drawn conclusion, sadly truth became the judge.
The taste of bile treads my thoughts,
Unwillingly my feet must now follow,
Source of inspiration guide,
Restore the signal fires now long lost,
Set beyond the temporal,
A path impassable by mortals,
The stairs of separation,
I must recount lest others falter,
Every sin a means, an end,
To each soul lead only by itself,
Counterfeiting perfection,
The usurpers, scoffers are now debased,
Anger above unrestrained,
Bereft of a target consumes self,
The famed fountains of knowledge,
Once fresh, soon descend to stagnant seas,
But only the sealed can see,
That for which they wait so patiently,
Bodies removed of the grave,
At attention stand upon their stones,
There encrypted, engraved,
Each history of self-enslavement,
Inheriting this decay,
A way in fissures fraught with danger,
Through the ravenous creatures,
Enthralled by the gravity of dust,
The ground to lie forever,
Fallow for jubilees once ignored,
Rising embers, never souls,
Seeking moisture, extinguishing both,
Lemmings to the precipice,
So did they rush only to accuse,
Perjuring with every word,
As fleeing reptiles forsake their tales,
Our course like a viper’s coils,
Round the kingdoms of brewing venom,
To behold the sepulcher,
We would visit the ten forsaken,
Follow the funeral march,
To find the center of the circle,
Like a town built on water,
Pitched footings yet ever eroding,
Their footsteps marking cadence,
Unending chimes of doom impending,
Self and place once separate,
Consummate here in actions devoid,
Those who were lowered by pride,
Moldering as risen ash returned,
Searching for what they know not,
To be entangled by serpents’ lies,
Fevered visions of the damned,
Lusting for the flesh of the living,
Soon to join the first fallen,
Trapped by their own perceived gravity,
The mass of death attracting,
The corruption of its own kindred,
Swaying the freedom of wills,
Tempting the words of the messenger,
We follow the Fisherman,
Whose breach left Hell lurching in its wake,
From the cavernous shadows,
We now turned toward the beckoning light,
Having fathomed the darkness,
To find its depth wanton and wanting,
Grieved, we left them to the night,
Dead ears hear neither thief, gate, nor keys,
Empty perceptions fall short,
He that protects, Justice is His name
An oversized vintage T-shirt is
My weekend attire or
More like my mainichi attire
My face bare
Exposing an unnamed galaxy of freckles
The bottle of
Cheap combini
Apple sparkling wine
Feelin like a millionaire
A neon highlighter between my lips
A novel in my hand
While the others wait its turn
Lounging around in piles
All over my room
The mismatched mugs
With the coffee or tea
I didn’t finish drinking
Sitting cold
Flipping through different playlists
Am I feelin like the present
Might be better to
Throw it back a little
To the better days
When the places I commuted to were
Not only
My desk chair in the morning
And
My bed at night
Gazing up at the
Skies of my ceilings and walls
To see the stars of impressions
I’ve found light years ago
Will I find other vibrant constellations
That are none like the rest?
I stare at the blank walls
As if I can magically materialize
Somethin
Just a little different somethin
To make the days
Pass a little faster
My scars on my hand are healin
The scars of last summer
Dangerous carelessness
A slip of the hand
A slip of the slicer
A bit of blood but no foul
It was all my mistake of the making
Silly silly mistake
At least I’ve been fortunately given
Given the gift of time
To heal
To grow
And face em front fearlessly
Some days breaking down
In nightmares
With unknown meanings
That cannot be depicted
Some days breaking down
Into grateful laughter
The colors of my nails changing like the
Changing of the seasons
The quiet but solemn translation
From spring to summer
Sakura pink to
Silver scales of mermaid lagoons
Dreamin of the day
To return to sea
The waterfalls of rain
Spraying my windows
The trees bellowing in the wind
Come golden beans of sun
With the cicadas
Announcing the first day of aelin
Opening the curtains to midsummer
The season of magic and fairies
Yet
I stay on my chair
Undisturbed by the chaos
Outside my window
Writing the verses
My heart tells me
To compose
The feelings
That cannot be fathomed
Into stars
The abendrot sun
Sees through my smile in the daylight
The nyctophilic moon
Solemnly watching my
Silent cries at night
They both keep my secrets
As I keep composing
My operas of comedies and tragedies
(the sound of rain, a storm)
As I fathom the sounds of jubilee;
Raindrops, falling, raindrops falling down on me
Showering, blundering, drenching all around up and down and on top of me;
I feel the breathes, I see the rain;
And I'm wet of the tears from heaven;
and I'm blessed by the lighting and thunder falling down;
Falling down, drenching me, wetting me from my head to my knees;
so why am I running. . .
Stay, stand still feel the rampart;
Feel the blessings from God's rain;
Showering blessings though I can't comprehend it;
Everything's flesher after the rain;
Stay, stand still feel the ramparts;
Feel the precise part;
Oh, what a beautiful start;
As God rains down in my heart;
So why you still running;
Stay, stand, stand still and feel the rampart;
Let's start feeling the blessings though I can't comprehend it;
Everything's flesher after the rain;
better, don't you feel better;
flesh, clean, so clear don't you feel better after the rain;
God rains down in my heart;
So I now feel better after the rain;
And after all;
From the heavens, from glory, to the rain lands turn waterfalls;
I have it, I have it, I got it all;
So wet, soaken wet, yet I'm blessed;
Cause God rains down in my heart;
And given me a new start;
I have it, yes got it all His showered blessings;
and after all;
From the heavens rom glory to the rain lands turns to waterfalls;
I have it all;
I shall not fall;
Because God is showering me with He presents;
Tho, I've sinned and yes I too fell, but live to tell;
that I feel better, fresh clean so clear;
drenched from the heavenly;
This is what God done to me;
As He reigns , He rain down in my heart;
Staying, standing here to feel the rampart;
Feeling the joys precise gifted part;
Of what this is a beautiful start;
As God rains down in my heart;
As I fathomed the sounds of jubilee;
Raindrops, rain from God falling on me;
Showering, glistering, thundering, blundering all around me;
Now I'm drenched in His love from end to start;
God rains down in my heart;
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. (c)2007
July 31 2007
From the anthology "More Than An Apple Tree"
Iron Balloons Concrete Skies
(PART 1)
Florescent plants fill up the planet in green light
The gigantic world found us before we found it
Colliding, taking our ship by tonnage to the surface vast and wide
Strong gravity powered by shear mass that dragged us down
Ten billion light years from our home, simply to explore
Out there to investigate the void
Memory succumbed by encumbrances of weight
Crushed thoughts by pressure grave embraced
The crew senses loads intense, alien in nature
Landscapes fade into black open space
Cast against a backdrop dotted, twinkling white
So far away the tiny lights go out of sight still fixed in place
No sun or moon to fill in the surrounding emptiness
Space explorers hover in the artificial rocket light
Release submersible submarines in dark
To reach the surface of the alien sea
Night springs eternal heavy on the shore
Trees of liquid mass punctuate the distances
Tall on horizons belly swaying pink with fluids
Yellow translucent branches dip into the atmosphere
Touched sticky, viscous, stretched to their limits
Limbs distorted long in elasticity bounce back to shape
Laws of nature break from too much weight
As strong and thick as this planet seems to be created
Light does not escape from black hole pressure
Planets pull apart one segment at a time to their own fate
Infinity looks on a foreign veranda strange
Wide visions on the vista compromised
As far as the eye can see
Fathomed, reflected on, in the absence of dusk and dawns
On enormous lands looking gigantic on the cosmic storms
On stars born that stay alive as best they can
Cast against a black backdrop far away
Dotted, twinkling white
So far away the tiny lights go on into forever faded
Soft buttered views below the solid alien ocean emerge
Clouded sights of sinking submarines appear
Permitted to be discovered by visitors but not touched
(Part 2 of this poem follows on next post)
The one who came and dwelt among His creation.
Embodied Himself with the same nature as his brothers.
Born of a virgin,raised by a carpenter
Grew in wisdom of God.
Who came by the water,the testimony concerning Him made clear,
The descending spirit from heaven made it public.
Performed miracles before the multitude,
Fed the crowd, healed the sick, walked on water
Authority of His word,
Rebuked the hypocrites,dinned with outcasts.
He welcomed many though had nowhere to lay his head.
On the mountain,His glory was seen,
a voice from heaven bore witness concerning Him.
3 eye witness, heard the voice from heaven,
saw the glory of the Son.
Was arrested and tested,found innocent but falsely charged.
They preferred Barnabas to him,
In silence and opened not his mouth.
Sentenced to death.
Two days ago,along the streets of Jerusalem, wooden cross staggering as he fell.
A crown of thorns that pierced through his flesh.
his cloak darken by His innocent blood,
Climbed the hill of calvary.
Laid down on a cross,his hands wide stretched to embrace our wrath.
Nails on his legs and hands.
cursed is He on a tree.
In agony and pain,cried out,the Son of Man who knew no sin,but was made sin.
his breath was cut from the land of the living.
Laid in a tomb.
Yesterday All hope seemed lost, those of his company were in hiding.
Couldn't fathomed a prophet and a mighty man indeed could die.
his body laying dead in a far tomb.
A week ago they proclaimed him king,
How comes he lays dead in there?
But today morning, He rose from the dead.
He is alive!
In His life, death and resurrection,
Sin and death were conquered, debt paid, salvation acquired.
Two thousand plus years back,
He ascended to heaven.
After making purification for sins, sitting at the right hand of God.
That through faith in Him, and Him alone all escape the coming wrath of God.
This Christ, who came died and rose from the dead,
He is our only hope,
He is risen.
He is My Joy Every Morning
As the sun swallows up the darkness of the night sky I see His joy on the horizon
It is a joy that I am all too familiar with
It is the joy that a new day brings as I walk side by side with my Savior
He is my King
He is my Jesus
I cannot contain the joy that he delivers to my heart each and every morning
For it is indescribable
It is a one of a kind
A real doozy
I begin my day on bended knee seeing an opportunity to serve him in each and every activity that I participate in
Whether it be a simple smile to a stranger
Hugging my daughter before she goes off to school
Or before I decide which treasure to cook from my family recipe book for my spouse as he comes home from work
Everything I do is an expression of how I serve my King
As I sit to write this poem for my friend Debbie Guzzi
Words cannot express to her how I truly feel about her either
For she has encouraged me in my writing which is an outward expression of my faith
You have been a mentor and an inspiration for a writing career that was truly given by the Lord God Almighty
Each and every day I receive his words and I post them for the world to see
My dear sister, Debbie, please come over to see the words of our Father
The one which you dedicate this poetry contest to
Read of his heart the words that are not included directly from the Bible
He has a heart that is bigger than the universe
It cannot be contained
It is wider than the horizon
And deeper than the deepest portions of the sea
His love for his children is the substance of the DNA of the entire universe
It is locked up in genetic codes that cannot be translated
His love for his children cannot be fathomed or understood
It is his heartbeat from his throne room in the heavenlies
Thank you for your friendship over the years, Debbie Guzzi
Your sister in Christ,
Gwendolen Rix
Jesus is the One True King (an end time fb ministry of Jesus Christ)
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RUMBLING ROADS.
I can spend time scribbling words
Already written in 1000 note books
I could watch intently those that already HAVE
And try to get what they have achieved
I could do well too, if I pretend that I'm alone
And live on, on my own different path, I may as well think of: FATE
That fate itself doesn't exist nor does destiny
I may read over and try to feel everything
Or I may read and try not to understand a thing.
I may take it that I understand the logic in ignorance
Or believe that it is the greatest bliss of all
I would believe what have always been within
Would I trust my instincts or disbelieve trust itself?
II
Where I come from, I'm certain of
Where my so-called wisdom leads is a mystery
I can wallow in this knowledge and be complacent
Do autopsies of my self-made philosophy
And stick lead-notes on boards of rusted cliches
I could be Jubilant and celebrate my acknowledgements,
I could try to understand how my wits work
File reports on my findings and make an archive;
For the forthcoming generation to tear at my woe-
perhaps the mystery will fade,
Perhaps it's existence will never be fathomed
And I'll be sure then that this wisdom is far-fetched
Questions; I could stop asking lots of questions too.
III
Answers, they are always there
Way-laying in the paths of questions, doubt and sweat
In the tongues of pain and fiery bitter-sweet
In the crunching stones rolled on by rumbling tires
Truth; answers are in the truth that the road sires
Always there for you to step on and wonder
For you to spit on and cross over
Answers are on the clean surface of city tarmacs
In wreckage scenes of uncleared accident tracks
In the blood seeping grounds of roads of gravel
Answers are in your shoes as you trudge on
Into the unsatisfying world of demanding enlightenment
Into the future that beckons you to step forwards
Answers are in the dust you make along the rumbling roads.
-Lucas-
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
If there were not many uneven pebbles in the meandering stream
I was following,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in puzzling thoughts of uncertainty,
May be you were worried I would be lost in complex maze of the world,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any daunting hurdles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
our eyes indistinctly mystified.
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you.
August 3, 2020
Second Place
"IF ONLY, MAY BE, SOMETIMES" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Brian Strand - 1071 - Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
February 12, 2022
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology.