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When life's bourne becomes rocky and I suffer dreary days,
To the One above, I'll lift my simple hymn of praise.
For He knows my every need and takes me by the hands;
I place my hope and trust in Him, for He truly understands!
When upon the grandeur of this His earth I gaze,
To Him I lift my humble, simple hymn of praise.
For the splendor of celestial lights in the universe above,
To Him I sing my hymn of praise for His unceasing love!
I sing my hymn of thankful praise to the Immortal One,
Who sacrificed for this mortal His only begotten Son.
His promise of forgiveness when things are looking grim,
Is so reassuring for those who place their trust in Him!
I thank Him for this magnificent land in which I live,
And for family and friends and the love they freely give.
To those who sacrificed for the freedoms I hold so dear,
I lift my hymn of praise to You, dear Lord whom I so revere!
For You Who bestows unmerited graces on me in many ways,
I shall ever sing my thankful hymn of praise.
To the forgiving and compassionate Creator I'll ever raise,
To You, Eternal God, this my hymn of grateful praise!
Entry for Robert James Liguori's "Song Of Praise" Contest
And it's black
There is a wave runnings of the White Snake
The serpent flaming White Red Hots
Stencils penciled in steep smoke rises up
in the atmosphere over and beyond the mountainous hills
Gathering molding on the ground O the freedom
when I can breathe freely and be with him
the fire blazed smoke calls my name
channeling rambling firing upward past the second and first heaven
smoke engulfs me the fire touches me the flame broiler burn me
I am Touched by the Light
But as it goes out I'm in the darkness
And the frame still engulfs me amber glisson lit fire drops flames
No longer the smoke involves me into a trance
I can no longer dance I am bound by the smoke the fire rages
it burns it burns it avails and in the trauma of my drama
Sake gathers up like the cloud in the blue sky
And I am lit like a candle light burning burning on I am stranded
by the smoke I am embedded by the smoke and yet
I Rise hoping my eyes they no longer Burns me
I can breathe again for the smoke the stratus smoke distance
Totally captivates I am freed by the smoke getting brace
to me wavering fan rising above in I am delighted I am enthralled
and through it all through it all
the smoke I am embedded in the Clouds of Joy
I can breathe better now the lightning flash
I can now do my heaven dance and I am embedded in the life of God
6/11/22
Written words by James Edward Lee
Three dozen or so revelers whoop it up.
Prince''s signature smash-hit song, "1999"
Is blasting top volume on loud speakers.
A rollicking party reaches a fever pitch
Libations flow freely like a mountain stream.
In less than an hour of frenzed fun, not one,
But two party goers stagger out of the venue.
The first out with a bottle of beer still in hand
Trips and falls; the second can barely stand.
The rollicking party is disturbing the neighbors
As inhibitions are loosened, fun turns
Disastrous; common sense takes a holiday.
One drunk projectile vomits on the wrong guy.
He gets decked on the kisser for his troubles
Far too many have taken Prince's song seriously.
Oh, party they sure did, as if there were no tomorrow.
The party grew increasingly rowdy
Fisticuffs break out and chaos balloons
Out of control. Before long, police sirens blare.
Cops have arrived to shut the party d
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In a province exploited
by prejudiced seasons,
a minority ebony rose
is taunted by prominent
i v o r y l i l i e s.
Biased blossoms ridiculing
tones of its charcoal petals,
yet blooming in the same
quilt of soil as each other.
Soothing raindrops
never discriminate though,
as scents of petrichor
fuse with floret elegance,
nor does the sun only shine
for the privileged,
as all flora sunbathes in
the passions of its rays,
refreshed by the same
migrating gentle breeze.
Scarlet beetles
munch upon lily leaves,
whilst aphids suck
upon rose sepals.
Creepy crawlies
unconcerned with
a p p e a r a n c e,
massacre and spread
like an epidemic.
Until the arrival of
feathered immigrants,
who feast upon an
assortment of morsels.
In any garden,
birds care not for
whom they sing.
They defecate on all flowers,
aware all will wilt eventually.
Winter frost oppresses
regardless of culture,
so birds flee.
But, when roses crumble,
they re-emerge
fresher and brighter,
as their red thorns remain
protecting their right
to flourish freely under
fresh blue skies..
F O R E V E R
The smile beneath the frown.
The truth you only find when everything else falls off;
A surviving light refusing to die or to be warded off.
It reeks of grit earned through dust storms and dead ends.
It’s the inheritance your soul kept hidden, evading deep ends.
An internally displaced grin, 'cause on hope it depends;
Unbeknownst to the soul when or whether this dip ends.
The smile beneath the frown; soft, quiet, stubborn.
The one life didn’t give freely but pain carved slowly.
It waits in the shadows of all you never said;
A rebellion of hope in a world that collect storms.
Some joys don’t shine, they flicker;
Like a candle fighting for breath, they linger.
The smile beneath the frown...
In a world that says you owe it your despair, it reminds you;
Joy tastes different when it’s survived tears, sweat and blood.
You become a connoisseur of quiet victories that refines you;
The kind no one claps for but Heaven stands to applaud.
Finally, as breakthrough emerges you finally understand;
The smile was never hiding, it was waiting for you to stand.
'Tis told by those wiser than me
In crisis, freak feelings some see
When scent of death is all around
One's primal pulse does start to pound
Songs sing of outrageous empathy
Crossing all history's epic sea
Death's husky breath whisks one's skin
Like siren calls, invites one in
Lures the wandering and unsure
Whispers through the night endure
Soft, moist lips touch the idle soul
Lean close in and taste blackest coal
Darkness reigns on the killing field
Minds bend to think that they must yield
The loss of light we all lament
Greatness gone and good deeds misspent
Innocents hurt, self-inflicted
Hope grows as the dirge is lifted
Some seek to kiss eternity
See kernels of humanity
Yet many choose to take to flight
Flee from ever-revolving light
Serenely let one freely fly
To thrive anew beyond the sky
Be aware that time knows no tide
As dark draws in, set it aside
What trait makes night prosper in us
Death's embrace we fear to discuss
Will life's sweetest kiss be for all
A dark abyss in which we fall
The opposite of addiction is connection
Riptide provides a strong direction
Gathering us up and bringing us along with a pull so strong
It took us a long time to get here
both of us a bit worse for the wear
and now that we are near we won't ever let go
We were always each others
The bond we made was strong
and we could never go wrong
The bindings now sprinkled with wisdom and experience
The love delightful and delirium
Why did we wait so long we ask?
Because neither of us could risk what we had for what might be
And now we can't risk what we have
The pull to strong
the day to long
and we both need, want and desire the other freely
Lets just be together
Lets just be together Susan Speaking to Alan (C) 8/29/2023 Susan Manley
Singing and drinking, with little or no thinking,
Cheating and mocking, with little or no care,
Exciting and deciding, with little or no storming,
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
Bribing and buying the voters, who cares who wins?
Corrupting and misleading, the hearts of the choosers,
The job of the candidates, who cares where they loot the cash?
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
Gifting and giving, freely from the “heart,”
Who even cares, whether it’s from the heart?
Decorative and luring speeches, paint the media skies,
It’s a political campaign season, it will be after five, to have it again.
And when the voting is done, the season is gone,
The frenzy is gone, we get back to pointing fingers,
To each other’s choices, again for the next five years,
And the cycle goes on, when shall we learn?
I can see you standing there
But there are things I cannot see
I cannot see the battles you wage
But I can see the scars they leave behind
I cannot see the heartbreaks you've suffered
But I can see the love you still give freely
I cannot see the mistakes you made
But I can see how you've learned from them
You are just like me
Just another person with hopes and dreams
There are things I don't have to see
Because ultimately I see your humanity
And I value your existence even if you don't
Life gives us all our own unique canvas
And your canvas may enrich the world
If only you have the courage to paint
And to overcome that voice in your head
I'm a suicide survivor
And I don't want you to be one
I just want you to survive
Because there will never be another you
So I see you standing there
With all of your tomorrows at stake
And I just want you to know
I see myself in your eyes
...PS I love you
4/20/2021
If only I could sketch landscapes and moors.
I'd paint hillsides yellow and fill them in gorse.
I'd use a fine needle and the core green pose.
In between, stitch a line of grass on the floors.
The dales would have a purple heather carpet.
And line up the woods with their lovely lilac bells.
I'd blend bracken and heather colors like shells.
A green-purple seascape on my fair fabric scarlet.
I'd stitch a pile of daisy chains using soft white wool.
Along meandering hallways and beautiful meadows.
I stenciled the marshes as clean glass white yellows.
Buttercups and deft water lilies along the wild pool.
Red, yellow, and orange flowers bloom freely.
On a colorful canvas, my own stunning tapestry.
Written: April 09, 2023