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(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"
1.Darkness lit
A jot of light
Glistering is…
Rays of light
Over-coming darkness sight
Blinded by the light…
2. Always.
Shows that they really are.
Honest with you when it matters most
Yet tears goes unflustered
Substances sticking together
No matter what there…
Never hurtful, always forgiving
True friend is not only honest bout themselves, but they are also honest about you
Never boastful thriving to be fulfilling
In happiness and sadness
Always, always got each other’s back with gladness
Deceive you no not
First Revelation In Every Notion Dependant-dependable
3. How can you hate someone and its dark?
Open up your hearts eyes and see the light;
A friend is an enemy whose blindly sees;
Open you’re embracing hands and arms can lead;
So when that hated forgiven enemy;
Becomes a friend so endearing;
Thank God for the light
For He’s righteous
Only He in your heart can turn the darkness into light
Only your true friend was your enemies turn right;
12/18/19
For You've Got Style Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
a hungered in the desert---
As I walk on this open rugged terrain
Thirst bites me on the back of my throat
Can't shallow it hurts stopped by the milky-way
Cut open a cactus spray drops of honey flowing
while white glistering juices fall down my chin
Eyes blink and and wave and sparkle at the new horizon
Can't mourn for no one 's died
Yet still thirsty I drink and guzzle the prize
Smack my lips drinking all of this
No longer thirsty now I'm ravished
Stomach full of liquids now demanding solids
I burp and Belch! Now I'm sober
Ready to eat moon rocks PoP! PoP, PoP!
Still walking this rough terrain
Lungs and brain full of dust of the land
Can't shallow it hurts from eating moon dust and rocks
Eyes hurt too, burning itching wish it would stop
Eyes blink and wave and sparkle at the new horizon
Can't mourn for no one cries
Yet still thirsty I drink and guzzle the prize
no longer a hungered in the desert
9/10/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Fields of Gold
God's endless skies golden field
Emulates of pasture of golden yields, fields
On ward and all over
Over and everywhere
On ward and all over
Over and everywhere
there are fields of gold
And there are stories told
And there are hero's bold
these are fields of gold, glistering
Shimmering views of yellow
These are fields of gold, these are fields of gold
Golden yellows, autumn leaves
There are fields of gold for me
There are field of plenty
Much more for me, there are field of gold
There are fields of gold to reap I'm told
These are fields of gold for me
The treasures are mind to mine
God has even given all things
As I stand in line to find
These things the field of gold for me
There are fields of gold for me
On ward and over
Over and everywhere
On ward and all over
There are fields of gold
1/21/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.
In A Frozen Bed
Dr Ranjit Dutta
In the land of beauty
In the realm of nature's grace,
The mountain peak
Touches the sky,
Where the snowy beds ascend.
The mount adorned in pristine white
Where a jewel in the crown
basking in golden sunrays.
An icy embrace where
The harmony does sleep.
A topstry of snowflakes
Delicately spun,
Glistering like diamonds,
Well beneath the rosy morning Sun.
An ethereal landscape,
Untouched and pure,
Where dreams unfold and hopes endure.
The mountain whispers
The stories of love and hatred
Conquerors and sages
A silent witness of battles fought and lost,
A testament to the human spirit's utmost.
The wide bed of snowflakes,
A miracle of nature,
A treasure so fine .
Through the ages
I have stood serene,
A emblem of beauty
Eternal and pristine of my love's smile and tears.
It Was Spring When I Met You.
I met you in the spring,
When blue birds gather and sing,
With butterflies' wings fluttering,
Stirring above flower petals.
Our whole life's beings, in joy,
In full swing, of living things,
Amonst slices of green leaves,
Deep dreams risen, in morning sun.
I met you in the spring,
Bee's humming, fairy ring, highland fling,
Picket fences, honeysuckle vines clinged,
Cardinal sings, in glorious tunes of joy.
Seen them through your eyes,
Our hearts sang in union.
With love bloom of stars bright,
And now, how love turns to ice.
Here I sit alone, in the quiet of the night
Staring out at stardusts in dark sky,
Basking under sparkles of moonlight,
Dreaming of days gone by,
String along, sad songs, out of style.
My eyes drawning in tears,
Glistering smear as dew drops,
On top of rose petals,
Fresh from spring rainfalls.
Wind blows through my hair,
Warm air caressing my face,
Bright sun shines on my body,
The sage scented is swell.
Of wildflowers smell, pale and sweet,
My heart beats with memories of love,
Of you, spring, so far away in time,
In time of magical, passing thoughts,
It was LAST SPRING, when I met you.
Copyright ©2001 Jieranai Maier
Whirling through torpedoes of sound,
spinning and tailing its way like Raphael to earth,
shoots some uninstantaneous ether:
the impermeable myelin of true experience.
The soul—the richest treasure chest ever found;
creating, disseminating, revealing, glimmering, alluring.
Rawest sense material pinging in gold-tipped purls of rose-furls:
stroking the ears as gently as a brook,
yet roaring with the might of an ocean-river undammed,
with strength enough to loose the captives.
Dance—that vital union of impulse and excursus,
Funnelling to earth to free the heart with unspeakable words.
Beauty will save the world, said a great Russian writer:
But how does that matter unless it first save our souls?
Wending, winking, welding walls of splendor; almighty proportions,
austere glory of Euclidean quintessence,
draining, distilling, disgorging life's elixir into a jet-black pearl
suspended in honey-dew drops:
Then the peak of the ascent and the plummet back to the globe of the touched;
yet refusing to leave us untouched.
Surely there is more to what there is than whatever we wish it to be,
Yet the continuum plunges on in measured oar-strokes,
to reach in all haste that prized and glistering and all-consuming whole;
Unfilched fire of sparks and symmetries to wound the soul with terror
Of the known but not realized:
After all that, we arrive at the beginning,
and let our sails be billowed with burnished breezes.
I have a question for you
Would you like
To skate with me
To roll down the avenue?
We could be like the famous blue hedgehog
Running miles
Dashing onwards at the speed of light
From the top of the Green Hill
Down to the glimmering seafront
We’ll cut across the cityscape
Eagerly searching for thousands of shimmering gems
That touch every hue of the rainbow
And fill the sky with a radiant glow
And we can stay like this
From the first spark of sunrise
To the last trace of sunset
Until the day gives way
To an endless starry night
A breathtaking sight
Of glistering blue lights
Like a royal parade,
they waddled across
the well traveled thoroughfare
teeming with autos crawling to a stop;
otherwise road rage reduced to admiration.
The regal drake held his head high—his eyes
piercing straight ahead—oblivious to the traffic.
The obeisance of his trailing brace
reflected a solemn reverence to their chief.
A mother hen shot an evil eye to a baby Donald
who quickly got back in step before exiting onto
the dew laden emerald grass—Glistering.
With the aura of a spa for creatures
bearing wings or fins or tails, as well as feet,
the pond awaited them—one by one
quacking with pleasure as they entered.
As we mounted our bikes
to continue our ride, auto horns
began to honk and obscene words
abated the serene ambiance.
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