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After four days of charcoal clouds
With intermittent pouring rain
The longed for sunshine appeared
It's glory eased my pain
I told my husband let's go out
Visit nature's wonder
We road around the edge of forest
Enjoying each minute with no thunder
We rode by pomegranate bushes
Bursting from swollen seeds
Because of days of pouring rain
But the ground fairly free of weeds
Then downward to Swift creek
to see its capacity after the rain
It was up and stained but gone down
Since the last downpour's reign
Sound of fast water
rushing to the seas....
in the stillness~ calm
The rocky places sounded like
A small waterfall's music
Nothing at all like my writings
Most seem anacoluthic
He's always here
Everything's going to be okay
Everytime, everytime you pray
He's always here
I'm going to pray
Another real life line
Finally decisions
This true everytime you pray
Everything is going to be okay
And in time for this I do believe God
He's always here yet instinctively everywhere
Everything's going to be okay
As you say(you shall see) when you pray
Everything is going to be okay
And your prayer this shall be answered
Did she do say and believe in commitment you are redeemed You're saved
You're whole in Jesus name
Everything's going to be okay
He is always going to be here when you pray
5/19/08
Written words by Carmen L. Lee & James Edward Lee Sr 2008, 2021
Wife & Husband
Proverbs 16:33
A man or woman in the prime of life
who values her husband or he his wife.
A person of strength with a disciplined mind,
One who is courageous, respectful, and kind.
They have great intellect but do not boast.
They love God,their country, and family the most.
The hardships and worries of every citizen
Are important and worthy of their attention.
Great honor and integrity they will possess,
And view the poor and needy with tenderness.
Not slothful or selfish, not weak or uncaring,
Our future and reputation aware that they carry.
Believing everyone has the right to make their own choices,
letting every person speak up, and hearing their voices.
A person of faith but not hypocritical,
They respect opinions, your faith they won't ridicule.
Not racist, not sexist, no contempt for disabled,
Believing all equal, all sit at round tables.
With strength and righteous anger for our enemies,
But able to compromise and all people please.
As much as I wish it, this can't be real, what a joke!
But if they were actual, they'd sure have my vote!
Let's go chow down.
Was he serious?
I could barely walk now.
Then I thought of the buffets.
All nine of them.
And the shrimp.
And the lobster.
I could go in my pajamas if I wanted.
So I rolled myself out of my teeny tiny not-so-great room
And I headed for Buffet number eight
So glad I had come on this cruise with my husband
Who was used to seeing me in my pajamas.
As we passed pajama-clad people in every corridor
I began to wish I had brought my zebra zip up suit.
It has no elastic around the waist whatsoever.
Cruises are all about eating.
If you know what you are doing.
And I do.
perfect sublime peace
forever with the divine . . .
moms love unbroken
I know that death brings decay to a human but I believe that the soul remains for awhile on
earth. I felt it when my dad passed, I felt his presence with me, even now often I feel his hand
upon my hair. The same with my mom and grandma, I feel them close. And my husband well
he visits me in dreams and whispers. I want to believe the fantasy of Heaven and that all my
beloved are waiting for me there. Even though I know they are but earthly dust.
to dust we return
we complete our life circle . . .
to heavenly peace
What would you do if you got an extra five thousand dollars?
I made a little list.
I would pay for all of my friends’ meals this week.
Why wait? I asked myself.
Knowing that it would make me feel great.
I paid for their meals, having faith the universe would reward me.
After I had paid for three meals my contact for next year arrived.
I am not getting an extra five thousand dollars.
I am getting an extra seven thousand dollars.
I got online to see how much a fire truck costs.
I used to always want one.
Of course I was ten at that time.
Insight showed me that this is not my true desire any more.
I guess I will keep buying my friends’ lunches.
And maybe some doggie chews and some art supplies.
And a steak for my husband.
My needs are simple.
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I wept for her motherless years that
Left her wounded, and limping for love
I wept for her being alone in a strange land
Without a sturdy hand to guide her
I wept for her innocence that was played upon
By her husband needing a mom, I wept
I wept for histories fiercest touch to
Her roots, in sun scorched seasons
I wept she was at a loss, with reason
her father, a businessman, at times mistreated her
I wept for daylight finding her
In the dark of poverty, I wept
I wept for her being born in asthmatic state, that
Stole her strength and will for higher heights
I wept for her laundering and baking in the rain
For pennies on top of pennies
I wept for her lonely days and years, when
She sat alone with memories of turbulent past, I wept
I wept for dreams deferred, of her desiring to be a Lawyer
I wept for scars, and understanding so late
The best of friend, (The Savior), could lift me up, to
Buffer her beyond storms, to the very end.
I wept, I wept, I wept.
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My love,
My husband,
My everything,
You are my strength,
You are my joy,
You are my shoulder to lean on.
I honour you,
I cherish you,
I love you more than life,
We have been through the worse of times,
But our love for eachother prevails through,
You have shown the world the true meaning of being a dad and a husband,
If today was my last day on earth,
I would smile and have a heart that feels complete, because God had given me you,
You are the most amazing husband,
I am truly extremely lucky to have a husband like you,
I love you sooo much,
No words can express my love for you,
On your special day,
I want to say,
I love you,
I appreciate you,
You are my everything
Happy Birthday my love,
No goodbyes,
Only Love
In the heat of the Mohave desert
Drumming echoes build
In unison to my heart
Pumping and pounding
Faraway chants introduced
In some unknown native tongue
Rhythmic and nostalgic
They draw ever closer
As I close my eyes
Inviting my soul to manifest
Freeing it into tall billowing swirls
In the largest of overhead circles
So ethereal and surreal
That bold drumming resonates
Picking up the beat
Heavier and intense
Pumping and pounding
Pounding and pumping
Pumping and pounding
Pulsating fiercely through me
Transporting me to the other realm
Meshing with the paranormal
Mesmerized and entranced
Awakening old secrets trapped
In parallel dimensions
One second
The sudden silence
Plonks me like a lifeless puppet
Free falling to fathomless depths
The next
My body goes into convulsions
Quivering and shaking
An obscure dam bursting with torrential tears
From I know not where
A baffling source of unspeakable grief
Inconsolable anguish
Throwing me into utter bewilderment
Imagining how I may have been transported
By some mystical sorcery induced by
That powerful drumming and warrior chant
Awakening the deep painful haunting despair
Of a throbbing wound
Unhealed through multiple lifetimes
What could I have possibly endured
If not the broken heart
Of a grieving wife and mother
Suffering the unbearable loss
Simultaneous of both
Warrior husband and warrior son
Read on air by invitation ~ February 19, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted for contest EMOTIONAL ANGER, HURT, RAGE sponsored by LEWIS RAYNES - November 26, 2017 - RANKED 3RD
Oh, beloved, why do you wake me so?
Is it time for the nightingale to go?
If not, stay and sing like you always do
And I will dream sleepless dreams too.
First the sun, then the moon
tried to wake your sleep
and steal a single boon
from your gasp to keep
but i said: be gone
her lips are mine
and I will alone
trace its poised line.
Oh, beloved, the sun and the moon left now,
The moon beaming with an evening glow
after the sun learned how to kiss and to blow
the clouds that covered her silver brow.
Lock your eyes and be quiet
like a windless day
in a garden that yet
will bud on bridal may,
with a veiled fountain
of water fresh and clear
to quench my thirst again,
sleep quietly without fear.
Oh, beloved, do not wander so faraway,
My bosom is where your head must lay
I will be a ballroom, let your fingers sway
And my sighing will be like a cheerful pray.
I will do as you ask
No need to thank me
It is hardly a hard task
loving beauty as I see,
You’re the same as I am:
A moth awed by light
A man and a woman
caught in a flight.
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