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When out walking
my olfactory sense is assaulted by pungent scents
as nature bloom
all jasmine, lilac, and lily in amongst multitudinous flowers
hanging from tresses that splash all prisms against juxtaposed houses-
scents lift my spirits
as I find myself almost drunk on an almost elixir of scent
i
loving the spring
feel myself blooming in golden honey
that coats everything it touches
with a warmth and
tenderness
It's a wonderful moment in time to be alive
surrounded by glories of nature
singing like elusive sirens
from the
depths of cobalt seas
I find my spirit refreshed
bathed in the daylight
that shines eppervescent
in the midst of endearing and etheral nature blossoms
You are your actions, your thoughts, your ideas, your beliefs, your understandings, and your misunderstandings.
It is okay to own yourself, it is even more okay to be open to changes and new ideas, and new beliefs as things happen to you. The you whom you know today is probably not the same you of ten years ago.
We all have core beliefs of our own making, gleaned through our own life experiences, our own upbringings, our own journey, our own hurts, and glories and loves and feelings.
God does not give us equal lives. He gives us our own life so we can learn the lessons we were sent by heaven to learn. We help the world when we share and live our own perspectives, our own expertise, and our own truths.
Live wisely my friends. There is only one you, and the angels were asked to create you and send you to Earth for a reason.
So many days you and I did sit here
Under this canopy of mango trees
In the fresh flowers two humming bees
Our unspoken words in the cool air
Through ages we have been sitting
In Barcelona as well as Kolkata
In the snowy slopes of Simla
Lost in the warmth of knitting
Further away in Athens and Sicily
In the darkness of cave and ancient skies
Staring silently into each other's eyes
And playing with the waters of blue history
Your larks would show their stories
Concealed inside their wings
Through ages have hunted the kings
Still how charming their glories
Deaths there have been many
Drought and flood galore
We shared our dimples much more
Time cannot harm our cherry
Can time kill a Juliet
With its chains of life and death
Can the inexorable blow
Eradicate a Romeo
It is better so get close
Fill our lungs in the fragrance
Of each other's impatience
What's in store who knows
Look there the sky mingles into more sky
While making love with the seagulls
Smilingly glancing at you and I
Let us get lost like Beatles
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18 August, 2017
Grandfather’s Church
A visit to an old church in Ireland,
Built by dirty hands, their will never tiring
Green lightly stroked, God’s fingers the wind
My eyes, refracted light perhaps distort my sin
My prayers; ancient glories, and ornaments
Incense permeation my senses adoring
A natural longing to kneel and know Him
Perhaps aspiration false, hope abandoned
Yet ‘tis my flesh asking for comfort, not spirit
Faith no longer my keep, His story a symbol
Cloaks of color, His messenger a protection
From faithful words, their fault: no true redemption
No magnificent calling, no love for Thee
‘Tis a cry, a mournful wail, heard only by me
‘Tis not I who will seek, daring I suppose though
To tell him my loss, thy burning the only glow
Let us fellowship
Let us praises rain out praises
Rain down joys
Salutations, glories abundant
Evermore
Let us focus, let us love
Let us fellowship with our God
Glory honor, honor above
Let us praises His presents in love
Rise lets stand coming together;
Rise we are no longer strangers;
Rise let us sing, let us shout Alleluia
Abba, Father
Shout, sing out-Hallelujah
We’re no foreigners we’re but fellow citizens;
Worshipers on this united plain;
And we sing out in holy-glory Hallelujah
Glory
He reigns on me;
He rains in me;
He reigns on me
He rains
He reigns
He reigns on me;
He rains in me;
He reigns on me
He rains
He reigns
Glory, glory,-holy, holy
Glory, glory,-holy, holy
Let all the saints and others out of the household of God
Be present, rise on praise
Praise
Praise His glory forever and always
Glory
He reigns on me;
He rains in me;
He reigns on me
He rains
He reigns
He reigns on me;
He rains in me;
Abba, Father we all…
Shout, sing out-Hallelujah
12/23/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Ephesians 2:19
The sky paints you,
On the day that you died,
And left me with grief so blue.
And I cried and cried and cried.
The sky is not purple or red.
It's the color of my tears that I shed.
When I look at the sky and think of you,
The color is of your eyes, so deep blue.
The sun is setting, depicting
Your golden hair.
The clouds are revealing and lifting
Your heart so fair.
The day is gone and the night is here,
Bringing your memories and tormented tears.
If only I could give,
The love to make you live,
The life that you deserved,
To feel welcomed and loved.
I miss you every day.
I hope you're okay,
Wherever you are,
So near or so far,
Or the shining star
At night, I see from afar.
Maybe it's you,
Or it's just hue,
That reminds me of you.
That star is so you,
It does things you used to do.
It smiles at me,
Like I'm the only one there to see.
It tells me stories,
Like you used to tell all your glories.
I just listen and look,
Every now and then,
Feeling a little shook.
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!
Let the tables turn;
Let this day return
Again and again;
I feel insane
Without you, my dear;
Our friendship’s sheer.
O, my best friend,
Amity has no end;
Best wishes for you;
Nothing can hurt you,
For you will stay girt
With the love from my heart.
Do not feel morose;
Life, as usual, goes,
But our amity will bring
You back to health and sing
The glories of life,
Banishing age-old strife.
Stay strong, stay strong,
Sing life’s glorious song.
Life is for us, for us all.
Listen to life’s sweet call.
O, chum,
Let us hum
Life’s glory,
Not such flurry.
Aye, the hospital
Must give disposal;
I would say, I do say
To dream of a sunny day.
What can COVID-19 do?
It can never, never touch you.
We can win, this we must defeat;
Get ready for life's dear drumbeat.
There is the sun, there he is, yes, he is
To make the cloud come to the cease.
Happy birthday, happy birthday!
Many happy returns of the day.
REBIRTH
glories
of
a cultural flowering
a revival
once barren
in a
traumatic fragmented
schism
a comeback
an
elaborate
creative perspective
on crossed
horizons
this discovery
&mastery reinvigorated
immediate
in maturity
with small measure
yet simultaneous
possibilities
of patronage arise
extravagantly
grandiose & complex
to proclaim & emphasise
a lifestyle
well made
in symbols
anecdotes
on a small scale
genre scenes
a relative calm
of elegance
simple
satisfying
longings
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
My choice is of the queerest cadre:
A taste for appetites odd and no blot of ado,
And as you watch my eyes get sadder
And my face wince to painful melancholy,
Beaten by the mighty storms of fate,
You may dismiss it totally unholy!
My choice is of an unpopular path
Not loved by sojourners of this earth;
It’s the hidden highway that many miss,
Though it leads to true respite and blessed bliss.
Let me find relief from the weight of woe,
And your commands and bidding do;
This is the only part I ask of you
Because short is my life and my days fleeting few!
What informed my choice my Heavenly Father knows;
Whether I go to perdition or move to glories high;
Whether I shall soon prosper or my doom be nigh,
‘Tis all His omnipotent bidding and not my recalcitrant vows!
No one can ever know
What truly lies within
We all put on our faces
From where and whence
We’ve been.
No one can ever know
The challenges that we’ve faced
The fears, the glories
The victories
The times that we’ve lost face.
No one can ever know
The love that’s in our heart
And who we’ve loved
And who has loved us back
And what affairs have been
The things that have kept lovers far apart
The facts that have kept love hidden
The plain and simple circumstances
of love that was forbidden.
No one can ever know
What’s really on our minds
Are we in the here and present
Or are we thinking back in time?
No one can ever know
which faith that we hold on too
who and what we believe in
in times of hardship and true despair
that which it is that we cling to.
No one can ever know
What really lies in the next place
When the calm of our last breath
Lie’s frozen on our face.
No one can ever know
So many things one can only try to know oneself
That is the best that one can hope
That one can get to truly know
The face that’s in the mirror.
The only way to cope.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved