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Premium Member Love Alive - 1

The laughter behind warm eyes
Twinkling with joy and delight
Imagining happiness only in dreams
Where this love lives unconditionally

Whispers of light inside a heart
Thriving with kindness, giving
Inspiration and assurance
That this love is completely fulfilling

Breathing gently against a heart
Hues of charity brough to life
By honest benevolence
Feelings grown through acceptance

Musical glories excite the heart
With melodies of pleasure
Sincerity and tenderness
Given through a gentle gift of faith

Miracles caress the spirit with love
Brought about by God’s gift to us
His natural reward of prayer and praise
Honoring the love from which we are made

You bring my heart all the love I thought
Was gone from my life
Without a chance of coming back
Yet, you have given me a love that is so alive

It sings, dances and thrills
With a strength that encourages me to believe
There are always ways to reach beyond
The pain and sorrow we’ve been through

Discover the soothing love
That comforts, consoles and creates
A place of exhilaration and grace
From a God who completes our plans

For love that will always be
Never ending – eternally
Alive and thriving
On the inside


Premium Member Without You


Shadows of gray, dimming to dusk, then praying
like a dark winged raven – still as twilight
but pleading for the restlessness of afternoon storms,
wishing and believing, starving for the distant
glories – before the moments were spattered with dread,
before the colors were changed from light to a muted blue,
hesitating in the music, playing a cool, still ghostly tune
of what it means for the stars to let go of the moon,
what it means for the summer to let go of the sun,
what it means for the forest to let go of its leaves,
what it means for me to live in this life without you,
my moon, my sun, the leaves that dance in the breeze,
the me who believes, because you are gone,
summertime will never visit me again, 
love will never grace my heart again,
light will never say, “shine with hope” again!

You were like a tender rose,
enchanting my spirit with your grace,
never hesitating to girdle me in your embrace,
always touching me with faith,
amazing me with your compassion, singing
like the poem who never stops composing
music like warmth, kissing away the darkness,
filling me with a sense of joy,
a gladness that never stops listening,
whispering through the rain, the snow, the storm,
serenity like only love can invite,
stirring a sensitive that only you could ignite,
promising me the world, heaven’s gift,
your love listening and preventing me from doubt,
soothing away every dark cloud,
writing the poetry in my soul’s manuscript,
pouring out light across my life,
you sing a song of hope throughout all time!

In your shadow, I find tears
remembering the grief, yet choking back the fears,
without you, am I really here?
finding solace in the joy you wrote
over my heart, my spirit, my thoughts,
joy only known by those who have loved deeply,
with love that can complete them,
love that heals and stills every tear, all fears,
whispering light across the night
and filling life with a sense of beautiful 
that is beyond words, beyond songs,
beautiful that longs to see me through the dark,
silence each shadow with its hope,
forever, you will remain inside my thoughts,
inside my heart, forever – you will remain
my life’s brightest star, 
my soul’s brightest song,
the music that caresses me when I’m wrong,
the melody that promises me 
Yes, I can go on!
Form: Elegy

Labor Day 2021

Courtesy of one or more tradesmen, 
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready 
and willing to acquire money 
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or 
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician 
to side step getting rung, drafted 
like an oxen plow, commandeered and chide
by management as insubordinate 
till retirement or join kiln fields once died

from over exertion, yet nonetheless 
sweat of brow efforts praised I espied 
searching me noggin brief history re: 
aforesaid day, where barbecues fried
dispersed aromas recognizing efforts 
of workers with quality control as guide
grievances against danger challenged 
sense and sensibility stalwart did not hide
the shenanigans that took place inside

boardrooms in tandem with glories of 
American made products from those
who put figurative nose to grindstone – 
just common everyday Jane's and Joe’s
who weathered extreme temperatures, 
whereby bodies froze
but thanks to those who battled elements 
at large and snatched doze

birth of brute efforts eventually 
earned reserved renowned
borne couple shy of 
nineteenth century, whence sound
of industrial silence replaced with 
parades where hoof beats did pound
burgeoning and bustling city streets 
echoed along hardened ground
fealty to country soldered 
with faith, federation union freedom 
and job security did thence abound,

which holiday underwent 
transformations as bustle
and hustle proved myth regarding 
land of milk and honey – 
from straining of muscle
whereby life, liberty and pursuit 
of happiness less of physical tussle 

set (thank you Masons and Dixons) 
cornerstone to an invisible 
complex edifice originally from New York
forgotten builders, farmers, machinists, 
et cetera who laid groundwork
wrought by destruction 
from Civil War largesse and pork
loosed from the bottle in 
Antebellum South, when off flew cork
freeing a genie, which became rendered
supremely courtly poet, i.e. this former dork.
Form: Rhyme

SENSE PLEASURE

SENSE PLEASURE 

Red honeyed apples
        autumn leaves dewed 
           ****** merge with sun streams 
             whilst children sleep dear dreams

Bobbing bubble baths
        yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
          smell the sour dough
             nourishment oh oh oh !

Blue moon paints front stoep
       knobbly hand whispers stories
          of heritages and future glories
             skin ripples aptly rapt

Prancing clean laundry dance 
        mother’s milk in melting mouth
          puppy grovels dirt digging south
              sound frequencies simmer smoothly 

Von Gogh sunflowers float in
        mental notes skipping 
            Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
               come dine alive then to jive

Pleasure finding the lost gazed
         glance glimmer with God at no cost 
             Earth to Heaven find 
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION ! 


©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000

Walk a Mile

Before you go complaining
About how your feet are aching
And about how it is you've paid your dues

I guess you'd best be knowing
Exactly where you're going
And when you get there what you plan to do

You're spouting off your stories
All your pain and glories 
And how nobody has it as hard as you

Before you go and lose your sight
I think you might just want to try
And walk a mile in another mans shoes

I'm not here to cause you trouble
Don't mean to burst your bubble
But you're not the only one around that moves

Not the only one who's life is hectic
Are you starting yet to get it
There is nothing new you need to prove

When you start to walk this way
In your day by day by day by day
Not thinking as you set your course on cruise

There are other people around you know
Check your pace and take it slow
And try walking a mile in another mans shoes
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Of Beautiful Morning Glories

OF BEAUTIFUL MORNING GLORIES…

The ebon night
has slowly waned
and the peaking dawn
waxes as the horizon slowly
raises its eyelid releasing
a sleepy orange glow.
 
Slowly, the giant
earthly eyeball begins
to brightly shine morning
with its eternal visioning of life
and another perpendicular promise
has been given to another paralleling 
ebony night had caused my soul to wander.

This phenomenal sequential
experience of over eighty years
can only be deemed a precious blessing
of continuousness in the labor of love
and service God has so assigned me.

Having once again risen
with the bright sun and
the resurrected enlightening
awareness His son has bestowed
upon me, I give thanks; beseechingly
requesting divine wisdom and divine
guidance in my mission purpose
service to my creator by being
of service to fellow beings
with whom I collectively and
fearlessly travel through the valleys
of the shadows of death in the molded
footprints His love has left for me to journey.

Thus, once more and again
may I, be an instrument
of God’s molding peace
and an ebon reflecting mirror
of His eternal love as I seek to be
as warm sunshine in someone’s life
and they likewise in mine as we dove
soar with bright eyes still on the prize
in a new dawning of rejoicing gladness:-
Form: Prose

Premium Member I Talked Again

It was when I reached my fortieth birthday.
Not so young, but, youthfulness ruled the day.
I was known as an educationist, around,
My intelligence and wisdom, they felt, was sound.
Not many were invited to my birthday party,
My friends said I looked hale-and-hearty.
Cut the cake and with all simple meals shared,
I felt, as though by all, I was loved and cared.
It's when I stood to thank each one that evening,
Something tucked my tongue for no evident reasoning.
I stood silent, shocked, perplexed and lost,
None could understand what had happened to the host.
I tried to talk. I could not. Tried again; failed!
Not knowing my state of mind my friends hailed.
When, after hard trials, like dew drops, my tears spilt,
All, around, understood. Lo! There’s some tilt…
They took hold of me and asked me what happened,
I could not articulate; all seemed so saddened.
Doctor - some said; That's what they soon did,
None could remove from my tongue that lid. 
I, an orator, remained speechless. Is it God's work?
Or demons do such tricks that God gets the jerk?
I resigned to the state of affairs and remained silent,
Everyone around understood this and became quiet.
I felt my trouble is nothing before John Milton,
I could see; he could not; My path is, hence, silken.
Pain in me, yet, grew, like fire in a dry forest,
Though I seemed silent, within I had great tempest.
Having found no remedy in treatments mountainous,
I turned to God, who is bundle of boundlessness.
I surrendered to him and said - Give me speech -
In return, I will, your glories ever preach.
In return? O fool! What would you give God?
Inner mind said. What could to God you award?
It's, hence, I lay before him, as though dead,
As mute as a muted lute, I went ahead.
In one of praise and worship during night adoration,
I could feel, within my tongue, certain restoration.
Is it reality or illusion? I did never know,
Dumb will speak, scriptures said, if believed so.
I believed; trusted; relied on his immense power,
Many prayed during that very long operation hour.
I talked. They could understand me as before,
Does anyone know, yet, the truth within the core...???
God and God alone is the truth I firmly say,
Without him, for salvation, there is no other way...!



24 October 2022
ER: Enlightenment Recovery Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke

Premium Member Carolyn

A beautiful flower swaying in the breeze
 Smiling beneath azure skies
 Her warmth came with such ease

 A gentle soul, a ray of light
 Carolyn always had a kind word to say
 To brighten someone's day
 
 Got her wings and now she soars
 Her poems live on for all to adore
 She's found peace on heaven's shore

 8-14-2021
 Tributes To Carolyn Poetry Contest 
 Sponsored by: Constance La France

 "Many of mankind's best souls are leaving us now,
 climbing a trellis of morning glories 
     to their promised reward." 
 
From the poem, "In The Glory Of Morning",  Written by" Carolyn Devonshire
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Rumors of Unicorns

I've heard rumors of unicorns
Seen only by the faithful sworn
Rising in glories you foretold
From valleys where oceans are born

You spoke of passages in gold
To take, if my vision was bold
Enough to follow where you led
Unquestioning, into the cold

I fell for promises unsaid
Surrendered to you every shred
Of light and beauty I once had
And to your dark delusions wed

We left as sun-blinded nomads
Criss crossing straight lines into plaid
As I remembered what I knew
Truth re-emerged, brightly unclad

I could pretend that red is blue
I could declare my heart stayed true
I could deny the voice of doubt
But I can't lie as well as you

10/09/21
Form: Rubaiyat

Premium Member Allowed Shinely Blessing Gleaning New Day Time

ALLOWED SHINELY BLESSING GLEANING NEW DAY TIME 

New are those the days blessed
Good are they
May the peace joy and love
Shine outside your window
And come in to you today from above
May your heart beat full of life and joy
Heaven glories shines on

Promises from our Father God will aluminate
From the Lord onto you all over
May your beautiful heart beat always?
Be just such a shining bright
So a light

Our Father shall allow you another blessing
Our Father His promises 
He promises to strengthen you
To give you rest
To take care of all your needs
To answer your prayers
To work everything out
Out for your good to be
Be with you to protect you
Our God promises to help guide us
His faithfulness 
Allotted man granting humanity his peace
His joy, His love Always


3/8/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

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