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I owe you, Cadbury iris of mine eyes
From age to age you watched me aged
Grace reminds, I'd see naught sans you gracing me
Yet; two more eyes I possess, there's two of spirituality.
Yes, I've grown from fire and ice, hurricanes, and sad groans
They say, one day I just simmered; seemed more settled
I who rose like dulcet scented rose in spring time
When time served stews with parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
My whole life I spent waiting; feeling trapped inside dark hole
See, I lived near the Sea, but could not behold its quiet beauty
At seventeen, one knight sought my hands, I smelled freedom that night
As my spirit soared; but he was dismissed... my heart felt sore with pain.
Dear to me was he. "You have eyes like a female deer." he said
But mine eyes now sparkle like a rock... black girls also rock!
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MIGHTY GOD IS HE
HE throws planet’s like marbles
Breathes winds, tornados, and hurricanes in and out His nose
Makes it rain water or fire
He created time, seconds, minutes and the hours
Oh, My God is so mighty
He’s a mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty God is He, He is
Oh, My God is so mighty
He’s a mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty God is He, He is
Oh, My God is so mighty
He’s a mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty God is He, He is
He’s a every present grace provider
I’m so happy and glad He’s beside me each and every hour
And I believe He loves me
And I know He loves me
And I know He’s given me life eternally
My new home in the skies
Heavenly mansion with a room near by
He’s a mighty, mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty God is He, He is
Oh, My God is so mighty
He’s a mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty God is He, He is
Oh, My God is so mighty
He’s a mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty, mighty God
He’s a mighty, mighty God is He, He is
5/6/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Oh angels draped in topaz dress,
let me float in tranquil blue seas
my curly tresses dance in breeze.
Hypnotic powers you possess,
you calm my raging hurricanes
silver keys unlocking old chains.
Shooting stars in aurora bless,
crimson pearls adorning sand dune
bathed in aroma of mauve tune.
I've been enchanted I confess,
my naive desires take a leap
fusing lavender hopes to reap.
My visions you gently caress,
frozen whispers dancing in beams
bloom my drizzles in dulcet dreams.
Oh angels draped in topaz dress,
hypnotic powers you possess,
shooting stars in aurora bless,
I've been enchanted I confess,
my visions you gently caress.
July 22, 2020
Constanza Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
8 syllables per line checked with howmanysyllables.com
The passing years
Throughout all these passing years, I have had so many fears
as I sent my children – those spiritual pieces of my soul –
out into this old, cold, cruel world, like little, fragile whirlwinds,
to seek out, to explore, to find their places in the sun, yet,
without the forces, without the strengths, without knowledge
without guidance, without direction, without words of wisdom,
they faced life without abilities to move the leaves on the trees,
to rustle the blades of grass upon this beautiful Lady – Earth.
They were not adequately equipped to move the souls
of the men, of the women they had an opportunity to touch.
They just simply became absorbed, devoured by the stronger,
more forceful winds, the hurricanes encountered on their life’s
journey, journeys that dissipated the essence, the value, the meaning,
meanings that got lost forever, as they got carried away by life,
by life’s experiences and the passing of time as time passed away.
Children of my soul, my heart, my spirit, can you see the light ?,
are you able to come back to life once again ?, can you ?,
– my wondering, wandering Girls – stir up a little dust
and throw it into the face of that golden orb on high ?
Can you reflect a little light upon the movements of this life,
in this time ?, can you shed light upon the self ?, dissipating
some of those gray clouds, those dark shadows that haunt,
let them slip quietly into the black hole of the subconscious
from whence they came and lit up many of our moments,
moments that became the treacherous terrain beneath our feet.
No answers have I, my Girls !!!, just patience and time.
Linda B.
I know that you want to reach in and feel, – touch with desire for –
with hopes and anticipation of – what for a brief moment,
is but the stuff of clouds drifting by, low, surrounded by the darkness
of this black sky, who may never rise up from the ground to soar high
above all that keeps down the spirit, – like gravity – this man.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 27th 2002
For crying out loud
Due to the outcome
I was not particularly proud
For more than two centuries, election days go and come
At a similar season, every four years
This time, there were plenty of wows and tears
Of disappointment, heartbreak, anger, anxiety and sadness
And the other half was full of glee or happiness
Such is life. Politics is a dirty and unpredictable animal
No, America did not die. Things are normal
We’re still talking about immigration, liberty
Freedom of speech, and of course the economy
We’re hoping that everything will be better
America has been great for a long time, forever
It’s redundant to add ‘again’ to the propaganda
Yes, America did not drown or die in the middle of the political saga
In the wrath of the hurricanes or in the deadly spillover of the rivers
Where the two parties fought fiercely like two hale tigers
America is an immensely prosperous country
Ignore the false promotional and advertising slogan
America is a huge market with a very rich economy
Ignore the wacky and delusional politicians and Élon
Tigers, lions, jaguars and hyenas are fighting and vying
For their portion or stomach. It is a new political spring
In November. America will not die, on the contrary
We pray, hope and dream to see a better country.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
River, oil, black sludge, bubbles of despair!
Crystal clear stream once, when I was a lad!
Man’s dreaded waste, pollutes beyond repair!
Smoke, stench, spreads in town, water can’t be had!
Greed of man floods across, splashes all land!
Million cars drive around, petrol everywhere!
How acrid this air, do they understand?
riches. razzmatazz! Do they even care?
On this Earth we live , for a brief lifetime!
damaged bad we leave, nature’s paradise!
Blame not God nor earths forces, for our crime,
Hurricanes! floods! from our misdeeds arise!
Your prayers will not stop them, do what you will!
If we live life green, God gives a clean bill!!
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Written 06/09/2020
Before Lucifer’s Fall
On earth nor heaven; no flooding, mud slides, or wild fires; no earthquakes or hurricanes. No wars above or below; no offensive weapons and no conflicts.
There was a time before the devil appeared in the Garden of Eden.
Before he fell from heaven along with other rebellious angels,
Lucifer was beautiful; and no sin was found in him.
One might not find difficulty in imagining a heaven as well as
a universe, when all was calm and good; when sin was unknown.
No bad thoughts; no temptations; nothing evil; I can only imagine.
There was one great symphony of praise, with heaven all ablaze.
There was no angry wild beasts, longing desperately for the feast.
How amazing that one can turn in an hour from such heavenly beauty.
I know that God never changes, and he has always been good.
But what of Lucifer? It’s hard to imagine that he was ever good.
He has always been seen as up to no good, and doing good for no one.
When I think of Adam before his fall, I recall that God game him work to do in the garden. So because of Adam, I can imagine Lucifer having assignments as well. Perhaps he had a work crew responsible for tracking the path of the stars and planets. Perhaps they gathered angel foods and fed
the angelic multitudes. Perhaps he discerned the gifts and talents
Of the heavenly hosts, and directed them to their appropriate posts. Perhaps it's even true, though hard to fathom, that God occasionally looked at Lucifer's work, and with a smile said, "Good job".
But later on, could it be that Lucifer’s window somehow became a mirror? Did he see himself for the first time and say, “Wow! Look at Me!”?
Before, he was full of God. Afterwards, he was full of himself.
How many times did he say, “Mirror mirror on the wall; whose the
greatest of them all”? Did any of the angels tell Lucifer to ‘stop it’ before he had a great fall? Perhaps so, but he refused to listen.
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With glowing hearts we see thee rise
The true north strong and frigid
Have heard our anthem for many long years
Prefer somewhere where water is liquid
Guess this heart's not really that loyal
This winter has done it's job
Canada's a wonderful country BUT
That's no way to treat this old bod
Those Florida natives are all so lucky
Except for occasional hurricanes
Basking in a hundred and ten degree temps
Sure wouldn't hear me complain
Maybe I would, it's second nature for us humans
To complain about this and that
We're never satisfied no matter what's the deal
But love to go outside without a hat!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Tornado of words
I will let out triumphantly
In golden numbness
Sweetly fluttery
Tornado of word claws
Charmingly elusive
And irresistibly inevitable
In the ingenious maintenance
Of the pathos of hurricanes
With Einsteinian speed
With a golden medallion
Of Almighty’s suggestion
A campaign of superlatives
Bending in my place
Flooding the space
Loose braid ’s strands
Freed from archaism
Of a snobbish ponytail
Burned by love spontaneously
Swiftly sacrificially virtuously
I accept awards of Omnipresence
Know, every tiny particle
Of cosmic beauty is related
To a jubilant of
The planetary wonder
Scattering its seeds
Shaking grass,
Trees and reeds
In the fierce tempest
Of furious tornadoes
Pious heavenly rocks
In the hail of tectonic rebellion
Viziers mounted at attention
Possessed sinners circled
In the earthquake’s jubilation
In this titanic thunderstorm
The diligent angels
Emptying their cups of wrath
And the murderous scorpions
Stretching the strings of death
Burning poisonous
Message garlands
Shooting stinging
Sharpened arrows
Into the drowning world
That shallow serpent venom
A Bestial roaring lion
Full of abomination
Ending with lamentation:
„Hallelujah Glory
For the most holy
„Love” called
Heartbreaking allegory”
Fleeting rainstorms arouse a scent of natural
redolence.
Lightning reminds us of its power,
Thunder cracks our ears in remembrance of scary
childhood sounds
And emotions run as deep as the crack of a
tsunami.
We are carried along, swiftly raised,
As if by tidal wave and lowered. . .
Then taken again, as if by whirlwind,
To higher heights! Only to be returned
By the swirls of an eddy!
Tornadoes, typhoons, hurricanes, all,
Thrash water upon the shores
To remind me of your passage
Through these encompassing limbs!