Long Honoring Poems
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A LITTLE MEMORY
A little memory yet most salient
Brittle forgetfulness displayed layers.
Rippling reminiscence always to leak
I had to leave you with my silent cry.
But still honoring your last blink less glance
illuminating darkness of my path.
Strong solace to feel and proceed in mirth.
Once we were caught on sudden happenstance.
Hesitant lovers didn’t talk both being shy.
One romantic eve brought us close, to speak
But feelings of eager hearts were not shared.
I couldn’t forget you for any moment.
In core of heart, you are always present.
Fate chose different fields for two players.
Yet parting couldn’t turn us mentally sick.
Later we interacted : 'Hello-Hi "
But flame of love ever glowing to dance.
Emotive urges surging to same firth.
01/07/20
It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a din of gray November.
Wandering around dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild current; nourishing my psyche
with keen sensibilities.
Time passed between rain and light,
as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred
power of a growing woman that clutched
the mystery of unknown incidences…
And when bells of a day's time have played out,
visions sailed in my mind--
that our King drew counsel from my foresight
warmed by an esoteric fire that burned,
speaking of prophecies and omens vouched–
this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’
who opened a celestial gateway that betook me.
So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen
where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf;
a story half told of my telepathic gift
of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’:
yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny
was not mine to hold.
Not even where I truly came from.
Create A Character Contest
7/7/2017
Early Christmas Thoughts
Jesus, we want the world to honor us.
We don't ask for your honor, though!
We are children of the Most High
God.
And on this,your birthday,
We honor a fat man in a red suit.
What must you think of us?
We drive throgh towns honoring
plastic snowmen and deer.
No signs of you, your Mother or Father.
We spend thousands on presents,
trees and decorations,
Icicles and peppermint sticks.
Christmas pajamas, candles galore.
Electronic devices to separate us..
Each family member hooked up to
the outside world..not less...
But exceedingly more!
Forgive us God, we are more and more
no longer your sons and daughters.
We have two powerful gods running us...
Eternal busy-ness plus the Internet.
You are no longer a priority, no
longer a star on our tree,
Just an optional thing.
Our houses will not reflect your birth.
We don't know how to pray..
I can't imagine Jesus, what you think
of us...
God the Father in heaven gave us you.
But this holiday is absolutely about all
things...but Jesus.
Our Christmas cards reflect the same,
a total shame!
It's not about you and your Holy name.
As once it was...
We grow further from thee.
Please forgive us.
We are lost sheep!
June 21, 2019
7pm PST
Oh!, can we;
Just when we;
Let us love one another;
Let us Love each other with genuine...
genuine...
genuine real love and affection;
and take delight in honoring of each other;
Doing this;
This what God wants for His children;
To just love;
Let us Love each other with genuine ...
genuine...
genuine real love and affection,
and take delight in honoring of each other;
Let us love, Let us love...
Let us Love each other with genuine...
genuine...
genuine real love and affection,
In the name of Jesus let us stop this injustice and hate;
Let us love one another allow blessings, peace, joy and love consummate;
Let us Love each other with genuine...
genuine...
genuine real love and affection;
Let us love one another;
Let us Love each other with genuine real love, of... JESUS
Romans 12:10
5/3019
There was a crossed line long ago
that showed me all I need to know .
Upon my journey boldly drawn
when boundaries were almost gone,
and midnight's inky crochet shawl
ripped my esteem on thinning pall,
with confidence of might have been
the far off light that I had seen.
When lines trespass my space, to raid,
I'll guard borders which were mislaid
to stop pleasing each friend or kin;
as false care harms real love within .
Though kindness can be quite sublime
in the name of my own graced time,
the warm embrace of honesty
will always drift back tenderly.
Lewis Raynes' Your Best Honest Poem
Resubmitted 9/19/2016
My soul the reputation so grew
It acclaimed I was engaged and
Credentialed reputation my dreams knew
The lonely the honoring my mind
So I felt obligated the distinction
I felt compelled I have dreams
Dreams of the ideas and divisions
Never value the moment my soul screams
~
Grew standing I have dreams for the lights
Suddenly I Saw The illuminating
But in the fact that it was dripping
That the candescent candle quickening sight
Burning the light shines bright the darkness
Moves is running I crave and wait for white light
Deep into the darkness ready I remember this
How it was illuminating that utopia vision bright
FLASH POINT
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
3/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Pain rips through my bleeding heart
As always, it happens anytime, be it day or night, anytime when
I reminiscence about those days, those lush days, when for love, I cried
Not caring about my name, my dignity or my worth
Taking life as it was, believing in love and its powerful attraction
While Time did move forward; more than eons of years did pass
I remain alone, burning with flames so red, so bold
That the whole world can be painted with them
Honoring the time when once, for love I did cry
Flames now burst out through my heart, my anger soars up high
I remain yet, so calm and pure, submissive to my Fate
Revering the cause of life, hoping though, to paint the whole world
Every nook and every crook, with those fiery flames, pouring out from my heart!
I am a growing spirit of well-being dancing in the melody of my own song
An illuminating light finally beginning to shine
within what was once the darkest corners of my experiences
Created perfectly imperfect but not the definition of past mistakes
Emerged from an abyss of mental instability where sought after peace is no longer searched for, it has been found
I am an expansion of thought
The rebirth of a new mind
Understanding that the existence of pleasure and pain are necessary encounters to help balance out the life in which all have been chosen to live
I am the living proof of nothing short of a miracle
Where my dreams have embraced reality and reality became my dream.
#Her_unique_story
From a distance, my thoughts provoked, gazed in with deep mesmerization, saw only the fine linens God had embroiled her silky soft texture with, forgot that she too was human before all, so many stories her archive posses, I chose only to hear the tales which would make my heart twinkle,
but she had a story in particular, the uniqueness I have heard of, now honoring my presence, a unique story she carried, in all the soft edges of her voluptuousness, got lost in her voice, it was a question she asked but my ears consumed only melodies, a melting pot of my attention, liquidized before my eyes, after a while realized I was been spoken to, oh! Heaven have mercy,
a beautiful rose, her name recites, I heard rockets blowing out of my eardrums, after effects of her voice, so ***** I fell upon my knees, attacked by her attraction, felt and filled her presence with my magical touch, automated smiles running flawlessly on her facial, knew my codes, were granted access, indeed met a female dinosaur and she gave me a fire conversation,
her story broke, its a yesterday she had, chaining her to step any further from it, a smile turning sour, with one eye as a passing hose from her bleeding soul, filling her lenses, the mood dims, reaches some climax so up raptly, forced to provide tissue words,
a bond germinates, her story stirs hidden emotions, wondering why though, answers at no avail, some wind blows wisdom and understanding to my sense, and I say "if not you, who then?
Her story woke my silent demons, intrigue fills my heart, how so beautiful being goes through such, realised the beauty in her trauma, my art eye spots, all the drawing her yesterday contributed in making her the ornament I just can't get enough of,
pain indeed beautified her unique story, the freckles on her face, so perfectly placed, making her all uniqueness dazzling for the public to admire, a plain evidence that her story is unique, her unique story
#Poetic_Ink
O Sweet Jesus, do these people have Your spirit?
Do they please You in acting like this?
Does it please You, when for fear of displeasing You,
We neglect doing the greatest to please Your Mother?
Does devotion to Your mother, delay devotion to Yourself?
Does she attribute to herself the honor we pay her?
Is she a stranger who has no connection to You?
Does it displease You when we try to please her?
Do we alienate or separate ourselves from Your love by giving ourselves to her honoring her?
Yet my Sweet Master,
The greater part of the learned could not discourage to Your holy mother more could now show more difference to it
Even all that I have said were true.
Therefore, have they been punished for their pride!
Keep me Lord, keep me form their sentiments and their practices
Give me share of the sentiments of gratitude
Esteem, Respect and Love
Which You has in regard to Your Holy Mother
The more I imitate her and follow her
The more I may Love and Glorify You
As if up to this point
I had still said nothing in honor of Your holy Mother
'Give me now the grace to praise You worthily,'
In spite of all her enemies, who are Yours as well
Grant me to say loudly with the saints
'Let not that man believe to look for the mercy of God
Who offends His holy Mother
(St. Louis Marie de Montfort)