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I praise God that you are my owner, trainer, friend...
who always appreciates my loving loyalty as I experience such
from you, since you live out your faith and practice the Bible verse
"A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast.”
Bear with my nervousness through my whining
as I prepare for my “Thanksgiving Speech”
in the scheduled Animal Welfare Society Convention
where you and your household will be honored as
this year’s distinguished foster family for dogs.
Though we have an obvious language barrier,
you always make a way to understand me,
as well as to show me how to comprehend you,
through your sensitive and sensible dealings
moved with care and love, along with prudence.
How blessed am I to have you and your family
adopting me, making me a part of your home.
So delighted was I the first time I heard you
calling me “Aleli” with joyful affection
asserting that as my precious name
with my special identity as a canine "Aspin"*.
Aside from providing for my needs, including my wants,
like my pretty accessories and toys of all sorts
you even pray for me, and let me witness your
Bible studies and fellowships, I proudly guard.
Well, I hope to organize such with fellow dogs…
as long as your discernment favors it.
What more can I ask? Please be patient
with me and my quirks.
Again, thanks so much; and yes,
I just learned that you did your best
to give my sibling a decent burial
after you found him abandoned.
I rejoice with you in today’s tribute
for you and your family.
May you continually
“regard the life of your beast”**
by God’s grace. Amen!
*Aspin in our country is short for “Asong Pinoy” which means Filipino dog.
**Proverbs 12:10 A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast...
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August 4, 2018
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Everyday, with all my heart, I thank God* jubilantly…
for His uncountable endowments:
breath of life---
especially the enjoyment of free oxygen
verily costly in the infirmary’s intensive care unit;
strength to accomplish goals---
despite challenges hurdled
against toils’ stress and burn-out’s afflictions;
reaching-out and serving sessions---
for relationship-building and bonding intimacy
sharing blessings, spreading love: truly fulfilling;
faith-increase along spiritual empowerment---
midst divine fellowships with my soul Lover
there on the altar of devotional serenity;
wondrous relaxation---
restive against pressures so torturous
gracious respite as short breaks;
poem writing moments---
creative prowess at work
of marvelous bliss only my Master can grant.
*2Timothy 1:3 I thank God, whom I serve…
May 7, 2019
Edited on May 1, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND no 750,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/12/2020.
Row row row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily merrily life Is but a dream... soaring beyond the skies the hue shadowed glows blue mist with green fields loving the stars above spring time love encased the sparkles and specks of destiny with no regrets knowing you did your best on repeat knowing yourself value complete.
Many drinks of water would not dare to collide riding rowing ships glory
kissing waves of possibilities the ears and nose knows the throats pain!
Every strand of hair is numbered We toast from the heart hope this is understood? Come in and sit with the crest of good better and best
upon the heart rest. Ships roll in turbulent seas
A vehement heat..
Walking red red mist tones golden bell rings for joy to greet the inner child
Up ahead rolling waves hurricane no one can tame in the land
Than Love enters into the game singing a new song and planned
The gates of hell can not prevail the keys have turned the lock
Waters of envious sickness shallow diseases not!
Many drinks of water cannot quench love no neither can the floods drown it
Upon all become stronger resting on the shoulders of kindness
Row row row your boat gently down the water tears fumes
Merrily merrily merrily merrily sing another tune.
Get a new theme Remember
Just at the time love takes a journey coast
To thrill to chill the heated flesh to salutes the taste a little more and one toast
quenching toast of rest. Caress the mind from loves journey behind the hurting test Stress These ships roll in turbulent seas
into the sea of death a vehement fire rolling waves
like a hurricane, jealousy no one can tame right into the
waters of cruel seas damp cold as the Grave
Terrible craftmanship Fellowships and nonsense
Battleships friendships kinships Relationships
Hardships sail upon Companionship true friendship will stand up as a team
For some of us, life is not what it seems
Trust In God-An Acrostic
Term fellowships grant undoubting reverence
Rational credences distrust, mistrust
Unconditional credences reverence
Superstitious credences discharge, in God we trust
Tentative guesses become align with His Kingdom
Infidelities serve belief in forgiveness
New credences guess, in God we trust
Gross infidelities swear God already forgiven
Obvious merits deserve grace observed
Derivative instruments discredited confession devotion merited
7/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Revival fire makes spiritual summer cooking ablaze
...since souls are nourished with Scripture-blessings' bounty.
Tasty delicacies sizzle with love's impact against apathy’s coldness
…while brewing friendships turn to sweet blends of fellowships.
Thru the summer cooking festival of personality development
…I have learned the basics of right menu preparation for life-balance
Along the reinforcing lessons of good ingredients' mixing in humane dealings
…for wholesome relationships with meaningful bondings.
With summer cooking pursuits, I’m exposed to broiling tests
…and roasting trials that reveal integrity’s credibility.
Likewise are sautéing demands toward drive-acceleration
…with oil-utilization pressures against slothfulness and fruitlessness.
My spirit delights in every summer cooking quest for well-being's upkeep
…where The Master Chef’s virtuous cooking standards are showcased.
There expert cooks of various specialties are mentors par-excellence
…of courage, patience, steadfastness, and grace under fiery challenges.
Never will I miss summer cooking sessions of faith-fortitude endeavors
…that burn my doubt and heat me up for service in God’s furnace of compassion
Especially those times of being grilled against selfishness’ pride
…making me shaped, baked and flavored toward valued recipe’s perfection.
Thus, summer cooking ventures of reaching-out missions are to me vital
…needing divine fire for rescue, life-building and feeding engagements
Best of all, I savor dining moments with God, the Chief Cook
…midst simmering joy, bubbling gratefulness and steaming triumph-praise!
*Habakkuk 3:2 O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
June 30, 2018
Recalling "crushes" I admire during teen-age time
Makes me chuckle with heart-beat's chime
Remembering responses of denial-rhyme...
Now, I confess my puerile grime.
Decades ago, a lad with his unique fad made me glad
As his boyish grin resembled that of my Dad
His constant cheerful countenance exclaimed he’s not mad, not sad
Since despite low grades, he seemed not to feel bad.
Another guy likewise won my favor
He was a college classmate showing faith-fervor
Asserting Scriptures with truth’s savor
Revealing his taste of godly flavor.
As a lady of “conservative” virtue
Enclosed within social-cultural taboo
On “dating” I was innocent of the “approved” clue
As I acknowledged God’s wise view.
So, when I received love-epistles
From suitors with affection whistles
I let my parents read them against “studies first” bustles
For I trusted them in my youth feelings’ hassles.
Thus, midst teen-age delightful relationships
I’m grateful for pleasant wholesome friendships
Functional toward great adult partnerships
Engaged in great, good and godly fellowships*.
*1John 1:7 “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.”
February 2, 2019
2nd place, "School time crush" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal; judged on 3/9/2019.
Summer is a God-blessed season of delight
Offering avenues toward life-building’s height
For body, heart, soul* and faith’s wellness-uplifting
Midst spiritual retreats during revival plight!
Summer provides time for nature-trip exposure
Of rejuvenating treks devoid of pressure
While climbing upward, reaching hill’s peak with triumph
Thanking the Lord that His creation gives leisure!
Great vacation-adventures reign in Summer days
With opportunities of joyous bonding ways
For families, fellowships and friendships’ reunions
Bringing loved ones together in gratefulness’ praise!
Let’s maximize gracious Summer privileges
Spending them well along wondrous advantages
With invigorating basking-in-the-sun bliss
And exhilaration-filled swimming laps’ plunges!
We indeed thank the Lord for His Summer blessings
Of physical fitness with sweet sleep’s amusings
Around strengthening social ties within love-cord
Upon volunteer-work of service appraisings!
Great experiences of Summer magnificence
Are grand memories with splendid iridescence
Imparting lessons for victorious endeavors
As led by God toward next season’s influence!
*1Thessalonians 5:23 And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.
September 3, 2018
Beware of my building tension might
driving destructive and perilous fight
or causing anxious, grievous fright
toward shameful frustrating flight.
Be braced against my building tension height
toppling solid relationships plight
shaking fellowships held tight
as I reveal conflicts in full sight.
Behold my building tension blight
starting as solidifying delight
then lurking hypocritically right
putting doubts midst skepticism sprite.
Be warned; my building tension blocks light
I'm PRIDE, treating meekness as weak and trite
breaking you down with my selfishness bite...
choose me; together, reconciliation we smite.
Believe my building tension with faith's insight
admonishing the prudent along negotiations aright
keep trusting God* for His wisdom, clearly bright
granting triumphant peace day and night.
*Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; And lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, And he shall direct thy paths.
February 27, 2024
2nd place, "This or That, Vol 23" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/29/2024
We talk and share our thoughts
Yet I don’t really know who you are
At times I actually don’t know if your male or female
Or your real name which is quite bazaar!
I have no idea what you look like
Or even how old you may be
Whether you are alone in life
Have pets or a family?
I know nothing about your history
What occupation you have or had
The hobbies or interests you enjoy
Special talents you have …..good or bad!
Are you likeable, talkative ,friendly
Or quiet ,reserved and shy
Are you patient and tolerant
Humorous ,serious or sly
Are you kind and generous
Or frugal and tight
Are you organised, clean and tidy
Or hoard everything in your sight!
I only know what country you live in
Not where, in what ,with who
Do you live in the city or country
Or by the beach with a sea view?
I have no idea the foods you like
I don’t know your dislikes or joys
Don’t know your strengths or weaknesses
Your fears ,or dreams ,or what you avoid?
You maybe a criminal locked in jail
Violent , frightening, breaker of rules
Feel no compassion or empathy
Maybe a racist, judgemental or cruel?
All I know of you is your poetry
Our connection through written word alone
Fellowships formed through a computer screen
The rest of you to me…..unknown!
It is the ultimate in Irony,
And it is everything short of funny,
As people give up the chance of honest money,
To sour streets to the point where they are no longer sunny.
Risking friendships,
Working relationships,
Breaking up partnerships,
Truly believing they are sailing their own ships,
As words cherry picked from pirated ships,
Captained by those with doubtful fellowships,
Who refuse to divulge who owns the ships,
Are passed on to to a growing membership,
Who refuse to believe they are sailing in doomed ships.
Oh the Irony of it all,
As they have the gall,
To go to a mall,
And talk of freedom for all,
When once home into a chair they fall,
Unable to turn off the switch on the wall,
Connected to a screen that increases their zeal,
For what is unreal,
In a time when our backs are against the wall,
With covid in it for the long haul.