Long Hallmark Poems
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As I stand before the class the children
The teens men and women
Babies that dream
I somehow can relate the sin nature older than innate
I saw this once in a crate
But it's not saved nor is it great
I am only going to tell you once put down
This world's culture hating lines do you need to find one another the lust stand up, stand up
Stand down for sins
Stand up for Christ and stand for your father's not the devils That's why I hear some stand-up stand up for righteousness Stand up, stand for the cause of Christ
And stand up but if I had Something I need to say
This I I'll say
I stand up for righteousness
I say stand up, stand up, stand up for Christ This Day
Stand up for Christ
Stand, stand, stand I say
For your father's like to Demons
The devil stand up for unrighteousness
But I shall stand, stand, stand up stand,
Stand up, stand up for Christ no matter what
Standing it is neither a writer not a singer nor speaker I am Just A mere mortal man but I stand
I stand up for Christ
I Stand
I stand For your father's not the devils
The man I stand up for righteousness
I stand, stand up for Christ
I Stand
I stand
I say I come around and put down your shames
Hold your heads up and praise the King
The Lord I Have a Dream that people read
Hear my words before I leave
Just unfolded Untold sure there must be something better Than this in this universe
I rebuke this curse I stand for Jesus
I have some what good fortune
I have a good name
I love a spouse but I need ever more something more
Nothing more better than Christ
Other than an eternity life in heaven
I Stand have a furnished house
Raised 3 children and it's all that
It is what it is just that yet
I'm Still lacking only somewhat satisfied
I need you Lord I need you Lord my God my God I need you So please, please come more into my life
Wherefore I shall stand, stand, stand, stand, stand up I stand I stand up for Jesus Christ I'll stand up for Christ I stand
4/7/15
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2015, 2020
From Anthology " Hallmark Crown Casting "
I wake up and my room feels like it’s eighty-five degrees
My roommate is gone, not sure she will be coming back
No one is telling me anything, I am not stupid or dumb
Here comes my aid, time to wash me up and help me dress
She comes in bubbly and smiling as she tells me she is excited
She found her son’s toy he wanted for Christmas, He has it now
I go out into the common room for breakfast and look at the tree
It’s brightly lit with colorful flashing bulbs and generic ornaments
Merry Christmas I hear people say, it must be Christmas today
We sit and watch hallmark movies, some of us play bingo
We wait for our ham dinner, not like the ones I used to cook
Vague memories flash in my head, my husband, handsome, smiling
I haven’t seen his face in over fifteen years, still outliving him
My family is all gone, we lost our only child at eighteen years old
Getting old and being alone is a lonely place to be, what’s on TV?
Here comes our meal, where’s the wine and the shrimp, where am I?
I used to make a chocolate yule log for a house full at Christmas
My head is feeling foggy, I am tired, I think I will just go lie down
They say it’s Christmas today, but to me it’s just another day
12/18/19
Contest: The Darker Side of Christmas
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Through forded streams, nostalgia seems, to be a sense of Nordic Dreams
The pathways to yesterdays, appear to retreat to ample schemes.
Broken nails and nightingales lighten up your brooks and streams.
Take a lock of broken stock to see what truly seems.
Lilt repose in lily throws, is knocking at my silken chair
Through the slits, the moonlight sits, its gaze upon my flaxen hair.
Opportunity flaunts as debutantes, in appearance gracefully debonair.
Gentle words floating from the birds, act upon me without a care
As a white dove from above, with beads of honey running wild
I withdrew to be with you, for words that are Coleridge styled.
They come in turn, to gently discern, and then gather into a pile.
In a continuum, within this kingdom, they come at us all the while.
Though they seem as in a dream, to be of pure fantasy;
if I believe, I may conceive, to have them become reality.
They may seem far as a distant star, but may be in propinquity.
Permanence in ascertainments, can be a hallmark of destiny.
They address as they coalesce, the storefront pretentiousness
in giving description, within inscription, with literary prowess.
Words convey, contained in a foray, upon the domain of impressiveness,
they are contained as they remained, as acknowledged in cohesiveness.
All the rhymes during the times, taste as sweet as butter creams.
As a scribe would inscribe, the essence of moonbeams
In our yesterday, and today, written on papyrus reams
Both fantasy and reality, within the nostalgia of Nordic Dreams.
cookie cutter movies,
parading through holiday,
with a ho ho ho
and mistletoe,
angelic beings appear
mysteriously, giggling.
there’s magic globes
of Winter cheer, shaking
up the villagers, ski-slope
cascades of brunette and blonde hair,
billowing. and handsome men
falling for each one. North Pole
decor to the extreme - where else
would most of us peruse this feast?
so we compare to our own existence,
hollowed out with suffering persistence,
yet in a different way the hugs are huge
and ours — they belong to **our** hearts.
O O
O O
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11/23/2019
I share in Christ's suffering;
I care but I am Saved By His blessings ;
If I just hold on to this storm;
Soon it will be a brand new morn;
If I share in his sufferings then later on;
I share in his glory of the calling;
is holding on to the storms;
Over now soon it'll be a brand new mourn;
Don't be sad, don't cry birth, born...
New Day Has Gone
It is now a brand new morn;
The spirit Himself testifies with ours;
That we are God's;
God's children;
If we are his children then;
We are his heirs;
This is the story we share;
In His sufferings in order that we may also share;
In his glory now if I hold onto the storm;
Soon it'll be a brand new morn;
4/22/12
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2012, 2020
from Anthology " Hallmark Crown Casting "
SNOWGLOBE MEMORIES Poetry Contest
Mystic Rose Rose
There's a snowglobe catching my eye,
a Hallmark moment, up in the sky,
I dream of a White Christmas gone by,
up where the stars shine bright,
and where dreams never die.
There's a cabin covered in snow ...
little kids playing toe to toe,
smoke billows from the chimney top,
a snowman dancing to the bebop.
I'm chasing my reverie with steins of beer,
fostering the pub, and my nightly cheer.
As the snow furries circle the globe,
watching sadly is a lonesome dear.
The jukebox pours its last song of the night,
into a cup of lost dreams that never took flight.
It appears that September is all wrapped up,
tied tight, and intertwined throughout my blood.
I say this because inspiration for September has
never been so fluid, so gushing, and invigorating.
Like presently, I'm feeling the need for a bridge
to take my beloved country and my adopted state
across troubling waters. I need more that a temporary
seasonal bridge that operates between elections, only
to be proven worthless after two and four year intervals.
I need something and someone like September who's going
to stand by me, stand up for me, stand with me during the hard times.
Someone who's never going to give up until the sounding of the bell.
Someone who's going to restore common sense to politics and the
American way. Someone who's going to calm the agenda-driven winds of
'the great divide'. Yes, it would be great if we could cross this great expanse by 'walking on water', but only the Christ can do that. That is why I am
praying for a bridge on which to cross. I'm praying for something and someone so designated by The Almighty to get us across the great gulfs
so overheated as to stir up hurricane force cultural and social wars so
presently prevalent in our nation. O September, I have been anticipating
you, and now that you have arrived, I cannot thank you enough, because I see you as a bridge of confidence and hope. You are the warrior of peace
and poise. I know that you have been observing with great concern the grave doubts and fears. It's you, September, whom they and I have been waiting
for. We believe that you have a Divine appointment, and your calming presence is the hallmark of God's hand upon your life and season.
091421PS
A Hallmark Christmas and full moon beam
I could watch all year, would be my dream
The Love, the happiness & hot cocoa
the spirit of Christmas and soft white snow
the cookies and treats, decorations galore
the festivities and markets and so much more
Oh, how I love - good wishes coming true
I live through movies, that’s what I do.
For here in Australia, we have the heat
dreams are hard yakka, most days we’re beat
I don’t mind the beach and barbie or two
cook a few snags & salads will do
But family is distant, and money is tight
the spirit of Christmas isn’t so bright
and being alone makes me lose my spark
so, I live and love my Christmas Hallmark.
Husband's Surgery
Spinal surgery blues
No longer grooves
Wife's Role
Fix all meals
Issue out pills
Rainy Day Effect
Rain shower's rhythm
Rainbow's colorful prism
Hallmark Movie Afternoon
Christmas season entertainment
Joy goal's attainment
Deep Snores From Husband's Chair
Princess sawed away
Husband's blocked airway
Hope For The Future
Get well soon
No more prunes
Written: November 12, 2018
Title of contest: "Six-Word Couplet Series Encore"
Name of sponsor: Mark Toney
Mother’s Day feels like a joke with no punchline, like the kind of card you don’t buy because you’d have to lie in cursive. I stare at the shelves lined with pastel lies, the soft-scripted thank yous, and the you’ve always been there's. I want to scream at the cardboard. Always been there? Where? In the silence? In the slammed doors? I don’t remember the warm memories I’m supposed to have. I remember the pressure, the pretending, the clench in my jaw when I’d try to get it right. I remember not being enough no matter how much I performed love. It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s that I don’t know how to say it in your language. Yours is all obligation and correction. Mine is quieter, stubborn, broken in places, but still trying. So Mother’s Day comes around and I write this instead of buying a card. Because no Hallmark line fits into the mess I carry. That’s okay, honesty is the only gift I can give.