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Eyes closed
My heart ecstatic
My soul exalted
I let the angelic tremors hit me!
A smile shapes itself on my lips
How comforting
Lying on the cool and refreshing grass
With only the night air
Between me and the stars
I let myself rejoice
At the melodies played by angels!
The melodies played up there in the skies
The melodies played on those golden lyres
The melodies unheard by the whole of the human lot
But easily accessed
Simply by opening the entry points in our selves!
Why, angels playing on lyres
Are like innocence swirling and twirling
Into a typhoon
Yes, a typhoon ravaging negativity on its rampage
A typhoon providing peace and relief
A typhoon, capable to have us all
Feel the tolerance and the love of angels
As they play for us,
Seeing us, being like children
Children, fussy and selfish
Children, yet, so in need of love and attention
Children, having to be constantly monitored
As any mishap can be fatal!
Pray, angels playing on lyres
Remind me that life is yet a mystery
And bid me to feel grateful
To have been graced with an awakening
Pray, life, elsewhere is our sole aim
While, life, on Earth, is meant to be a battle
A battle with ourselves
So that we may proclaim, loud and clear
That we are among those who
Hear,
And relish
Of those melodies
That angels play to us
On their lyres
Up, in their celestial abode
Up, where life keeps its origin safe
Up, where life keeps its meaning safe
There, where we shall be,
Someday
Playing, on lyres, as well!
28 March 2017
It was minty fresh spring and all undulating, grassy hills turned green.
Flowers emerged in sweetest perfumes, crowned like beauty queens.
It was audacious, ancient April, the month of melodious, ample rain;
Of changes here and anywhere, of bold tapping on the windowpane!
Lime green dazzled in rich orchard, as fern green graced wild wood.
Little Kayla loved vivid, peach sunshine, the kind that makes life good.
All had witnessed the fall of the sun, on cherry sunset, night of nights.
Later Kayla dreamt of friends coming; like rare purple martin in sight!
When winter's ferocious fling ended, forlorn snowman waved goodbye.
Then family came in stylish finery, in flip moments of fuchsia butterfly.
Kayla lived in the house of sunlit greenery, with plants in every room;
As dying sun pledges soon returning colors-laughter from the tomb.
In sanguine Mother's scarlet gardens, Kayla played with all her sisters;
On the street of songbird scat, of windblown leaves, like hued twisters.
Neighbors' porch lights burned all night, under the full moon of nectar;
And nightingale songs entered dreams, of the sunny noon of pleasure.
'Gold of Kinabalu' orchids shone with wealth, in days of fancy flowers;
As 'black velvet petunias owned the night, after the butterfly encounters.
'Limelight hydrangeas' reveled in stardom, as 'love in a puff' went poof;
And chocolate daisies were sinfully sweet, like the invulnerability of truth.
Loving apricot sun the way she did, Kayla disliked drenching, silvery rain;
So, when it showered after school one day, she dashed down Lilac Lane!
She found a refuge, cool and dry, underneath wide, Ada Robinson Bridge;
And she waited for a whole hour, then walked home, past blueberry ridge.
Rich green was the lush grass, covered in precious pearls, which sparkled;
For marigold sun was out once more, lovely as noon eclipse, that darkled.
Mulberry trees dripped spring diamonds, as pretty nature flaunted wealth;
When blue dragonflies were roaring, and pink butterflies drank to health.
Fervent sun shone on the wet roof of Kayla's home, reminiscent of old gold,
Just as a sole sighting is more lovely, than all the stories one has been told!
'Rain on the green grass,
Rain on the tree,
Rain on the housetop,
But not on me.'
God has graced Nature with beauty and utmost esteem.
A crown has rested upon her head all her life long.
In my youth, a flower bud made my eyes gleam;
Its radiant loveliness being praised by the birds’ song.
The vision of ripening fruit made my mouth lust,
Nestled graciously on a branch above the fences.
The melodic whisper of a gentle morning gust
Sounds like a symphony to music starved senses.
The golden warmth of an early morning sun
Brings to mind visions of still unseen dreams
Of our hibernal daystar that lasts ‘til victory is won
And nature has harnessed her most fearful extremes.
God prepare me, I pray, for when nature resounds,
And she possesses the glory which is fully deserved.
The earth will be filled with birds’ melodious sounds,
When a feast of sweet songs my ears are served.
And let a shapely damsel in a floral patterned dress
Allow me a moment to relax my infinite necessities.
May the ripest sweetest fruit withstand my test,
And all the rest avail their succulent identities.
Let my vision behold nature as she abounds
When her colorful blossoms give off radiant beams.
Might I be blessed by the Divine when Nature resounds
And reality becomes a field of never before seen dreams.
I thought I was blessed
I thought I had been graced
Little did I know that I had in fact been cursed
Expecting the best, I did get the worst
A messenger had come to me
To tell me that I had been granted a boon
Now, I could hope to grab the moon
The moon or any other thing being of great mystery
A messenger who presented himself as the divine
One who would make sure that everything would always be fine
I listened to him, agreed to do as he did bid
And got thrown down into a vicious circle, one which I would not be able to rid
A messenger of the Devil was he in fact
Having chosen me with a lot of tact
He hoped to make of me an instrument
One which would cause pain to the world, in moments so frequent
My soul got tangled in this mess
My life became filled with distress
Lost was my peaceful rest
Lost was the beating warmth in my chest
To the Devil now I swore to abide
Swallowed I my usual pure pride
And lost my beauty
Swallowed I even my dignity
A being of darkness did I become
One who made of Hell her own kingdom
Often was I seen in dark places at night
With the aim to find the fire of doom, to end the whole of humankind
Brought I despair to those who were good
Brought I shame to those who were prude
Brought I destruction to this world,
By opening the gates, the gates leading to the worlds of hell
Hope I now never more to be saved
Why, a dark being am I, one indeed so brave
A dark being made of malice and witchcraft
A dark being hiding her true side, that of being a wretch!
"Daughter," "laughter," do not rhyme but ought to.
Pure squeals of joy ring out from every door.
For surely graced by God is the man who
Has daughters in the house forevermore!
Blessed indeed, for girls have I in plenty;
With Carrys, Laura, Gwen, they come in threes.
Olga too, but not till way past twenty;
No dad could ever ask for more than these!
Alas, they've flown; the coop is quiet, bare.
Yes, life is good, but not as much alive.
Sometimes I check the rooms, find nothing there.
Was that a car that pulled into the drive?
The door’s flung wide; I go outside to see
More precious girls: Maid Marion and Ree!
The search for heaven took me far and wide.
I sat at the feet of many a sage
but all that they did was to point inside,
cajoling that I should turn a new page,
choosing heart over head, that soul may glide,
recognising the world as but a stage.
Enmeshed in lower mind, I was flummoxed.
It was clear I needed to be detoxed.
Knowing not the way, I peeped in within,
negating the flow of thought forms turbid
and so this is how I chose to begin,
doing not what my conscience did forbid.
It did take time but I was freed from sin,
whereupon I felt an energy grid
within my body, enlivened by bliss;
graced finally by Divine Mother’s kiss.
Wisdom of the ancients became mine
and all that I wished to know became clear.
Ceasing resisting, I chose to align
with love thereby exhuming narrow fear
but for God’s touch, I continued to pine,
although His presence always seemed so near.
I remained transfixed thus by day and night,
until I beheld God as living light.
27-February-2023
On a grassy bank beside a trickling stream
I view her ebony locks of which I've dreamed
Naked she is bathing in translucent crystal clear
As I long for her shapes to shadow me near
This short distance between us in natures surround
For soon we will be in clinch on her sacred ground
Whilst all around there are sounds of wildlife lush
It leaves you in marvel as it quietens to a hush
I turn my head in this most dreamy of place
As I capture her beauty that nature has graced
The cooling waters from the pure running stream
Cascades down her body this fluid supreme
Her ebony locks down her body caress
Naked to bare we have no need to undress
On a blanket of tartan we kneel down as I dry
My love, my lady as we look into our eyes
Shaped undulations awaken thoughts in my mind
As I lightly touch my dreams start to unwind
Our adventurous hands now in wandering roam
Amidst the greens and colours in this harvest home
Beneath the blue, two torsos in mix
Feelings of desire have us joined in transfix
Pleasurable movements like soft rolling waves
Cresting in the breeze as we internally crave
Our love heightens in joyous serenade
By the stream beside the meadow, our love displayed
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Good New Day, Blessed Resurrection Day.
To God be the Glory.
This day is not the end but the start of His story. He's graced and placed us to receive Himself . His mercy grace freed us.
Given the ultimate chance to redeem ourselves, Our life is blessed, He paved away.
For us to be eternally saved,
and for that, we praise and thank Him.
We're unworthy, but yet in YOU, LORD, we're Holy. We be the Righteousness of God.
We acknowledge you, birth, death, and resurrection.
And receive you unto ourselves
THANK YOU, JESUS, for saving us,
replacing us on the cross
Worthy is the LAMB
You are the Holy Mighty, LAMB AMEN
4/5/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
I think that I
shall never see,
A poem as lovely
as a tree,
The sun thus shine
its countenance,
The tree whose gift,
sparse its expanse,
Tree girth aloft,
neath midst remain,
Flicks of light burst,
like windows stain,
The trunk weighs down,
the cradled youth,
Internal weave
exploits the root,
A tree who hath,
purged forth hugged vein,
Thereon, ventures
along its frame,
A tree our fabled
wonderment,
Our learned life begs
our testament,
The tree till naught,
nor did we toil,
Providence had,
sprung it from soil,
God gave its lifeline
to savor,
Graced from seed,
a tree He favor,
Seasons race,
a timely fashion,
The Divine hath
shewn compassion,
A poet writes
in praise of trees,
Songs made of this
sweet melodies,
A fool now cools
his stubbled toes,
Twas well-rehearsed
endowed in verse,
A quill at rest
a chapter close,
What said of trees
God truly knows.
2020 February 03
Famous poetic lines 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
"I think that I shall never see, A poem as lovely as a tree" - Joyce Kilmer
Howmanysyllables;
48 lines x 4 syllables per = 192 syllables total
i invite within serenity
hum the sutra mantra
beckon sacred sanskrit roots
poised for chant and ritual
begin esoteric yoga
the soulful breathing in
of precious silence
awareness of universal energy
calm mindfulness awakening
aspirations of enlightenment
delve into zen meditation
in the shadow of a millennia
calling on all masters
who ever graced the world’s
monasteries and temples
seeking wisdom by osmosis
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 17, 2021 for contest WHAT BRINGS YOU PEACE sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
and March 18, 2021 for contest FRAGMENTS OF VERSE sponsored by JOHN LAWLESS - RANKED 13TH