Long Illuminate Poems
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Every new day, the sun will rise.
As time passes, the moon expands.
Reasons to act without surprise.
Every day, the wind brings new ambition.
The river flows into the shoreline.
Every day holds a new lesson.
Every day, a new baby is born.
After nine months of pregnancy.
God promises and bestows adorned.
Stars will illuminate our nights.
Large ships navigate in deeper water.
Abetted by vast cosmic sights
Plants will surely grow.
It's an unavoidable indication!
Obvious, as we all know.
Without a problem, there is no solution.
We prefer to go right to specifics.
Valuables are found in the deep section.
Outcomes are entirely arbitrary.
How deeply one will be involved.
Outside the scope of the fantasy.
Forecast what people say, I believe.
Vague terms are complex to discern.
Events were hardly what we perceive.
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In those ways He just mattered He cares so for me
Illuminate light His love Embraces me
As I stand before Him I am made free
Elohim
Creator Father loves me
I'm alone instilled yet belong to a loving Father
His love for unconditionally everso beautiful
As I stand before Him
Elohim
My Abba, Daddy God loves me
While in my mess
He yet still blesses me
This man so devine love flows unconditional
Elohim
My Creator Father loves me so
Been redeem by His Son Father's promises never to let us go
In the arms of Our Father embraced for evermore
My creator Father, forgiving Father
In spite of all that I've done
He's forgiven me I'm conditionally loved
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23 (c)
Haunted by the presence of Absence
Unfair judgment has been whispered in my hungry ear
Unwanted in my own home – seeking repentance
I will break free…until then, I won’t shed a tear and I shall not fear…for healing’s near
Haunted by the presence of Absence
Live life like it’s our last…forget about yesterday’s regrets and pain
Wanted in the arms of forgiveness and sustenance
In the middle of nowhere, I find out that I’m lost in a multitude…the thought of it drives me insane
Haunted by the presence of Absence
I worshiped the words that you spoke every time we messaged each other
Taunted by the past nightmares…I’m drunk on your elegant essence
I’m wondering who’s going to save me from myself? Maybe I’ll just rely on my Father
Haunted by the presence of Absence
I’m perfectly imperfect and you’re flawlessly flawed…nothing makes sense anymore
Daunted by the demons in my mind, telling me that you are of no significance
In the end of the Chapter, I guess I had to sacrifice myself for your precious life that I so much adore…there is a beginning to explore, so don’t give up…for there’s hope and freedom in store that will enlighten you to the core…illuminate us, oh Lord of Accord, so you and I can soar together as one once more…………
Winter comes around only once a year
The so sweet sensation when it’s finally here
Trees that have lost every one of their leaves
Except for the earthy smelling evergreens
Snow that decorates the world in a blanket of white
Falling on to my tongue, the sensation a delight
Little paw prints, rabbits and deer amidst
Scurrying across blizzard landscapes in bliss
Warm hot chocolate soothing my soul
Cute Christmas ornaments on the tree to behold
Feelings of gratitude flying through the air
Into loving arms, how I love to be bared
When asked to explain what winter is to me
I imagine beautiful lights and snow, in darkness to see
Street lamps that illuminate a world frozen below
On to my head, a knitted beanie I’ll bestow
The frostbitten nights will be longer in length
Frigid white winds become stronger in strength
Watching the world from behind a window
To the outside, we’ll seldom all go
During this time, a new year is given
New goals and futures, to be possibly driven
A time of rebirth, renewal and hope
Fancy and festive, perfumes and soap
And then much later is the the lover’s known day
Intertwined couples together to stay
Heart-shaped chocolates given about
A beloved holiday, of that there is no doubt
And then at the end will come the rainy spring
Washing away all of the blessings winter brings
Oh until next year, I’ll wait for the season again
All of the things that in winter have been
You appeared like a cloud
in my sapphire horizons,
and I, a forlorn blossom gazed upward,
adoring your glory from below.
Although you seemed so distant -
my nature felt you so close.
Whenever charcoal shadows
stained the edges of your elements
and your burdens became
too burdensome,
you would release silent rain,
pouring in drops of sorrow, but
with soft yearning, my roots
anchored deeper into to the earth,
as my sepal absorbed all of
your torment.
At twilight you would illuminate
through moonlight, but in the
darkest hours, when storms
consumed the heavens with
loudness and striking light,
you craved for my fragrance
to calm and soothe your soul,
but even the sweetest scents fade,
and every petal learns the
slow death of withering.
Now as you drift away to horizons,
untouched, among unknown
flower gardens,
all that lingers in reflection
is the hush of smoke,
and I ponder,
if my sky will forever
remain cloudless.
The prism had reflected a crumbling schism of broken glass for far too long
A mosaic with sharp spikes and edges imprinted on a breaking point of shards
Copious cornucopia scattered over a trapdoor of lost fragments in disarray
Is the whole more than the sum of its part when there is a hole at the centre
How does one create a hologram when light has faded all shades of colours
In which the shadows of memories fail to illuminate meaningful anticipation
Tim’s gaze fell on the mantel piece towering over the time worn fireplace
Perched on the crumbling wall of passion surrounded by ash crested tiles
Ornaments collected and surpassed by engraved chinks in the passage of time
He got out a scraper and sand paper to lure wood worm out of the darkened
Grooves and hollow burrows leading from an illusion of truthful misconception
The fire had gone cold no ember just decrepit burns on the disintegrating grid
Tim stared into the chimney searched for an oracle from soot and from sorrow
Yearned for passion and a few bits of ember to alight from hard frozen pain
His focus ascended to a cracked mirror above framed with ivory and marble
Rose petals and ivy adorning a longed-for metaphor on the margins of truth
A whole mirror cabinet exploded in the diaphanous mind full of distortion
Pierced his eyes stroked a few lonely tears once he burnished the pine surface
Inhaled turpentine paint stripper and uncovered a labyrinthine underworld maze
Sand paper was not merely enough and linseed oil would not paper over cracks
He could not let go of the image of parabolic imagination that right there hidden
Under dust and grime was a hidden treasure parchment paper and fountain pen
One last look and Tim realized he did not wish for a mirror image because that
Would be solely a mirage quite fantastical and delirious but fraught just the same
He needed just one more mirror for the mirror to take a close look of himself
26th February 2019
There’s little to illuminate the path on which we walk,
But glimmers of the truth when lightening rages.
With arrogance our tyranny and ignorance our bliss,
We make the journey through the New Dark Ages.
It’s just another consequence of duty overseas,
A little fun to supplement our wages.
The windowpanes are painted black so no one peers inside;
A common practice in the New Dark Ages.
The enemy is cunning, but we’ve gained the upper hand,
With prisoners locked naked in their cages,
While Justice, wearing combat boots, is tugging at the leash
To lead our nation through the New Dark Ages.
The journalists keep tally of corruption and abuse,
With history recorded on their pages,
But every other line’s deleted, censored by decree;
Another symptom of the New Dark Ages.
It wasn’t our misfortune to arrive here overnight.
We’ve gotten to this state in subtle stages,
At every step along the way ignoring warning signs,
As though we lusted for these New Dark Ages.
Her Round Light
Why do lovers write
of moon,
of sun,
of stars?
Or fireflies
kept in jars?
Is a woman comparable
with light?
Can she,
will she
Illuminate
the night?
Can grace,
can beauty,
be combined with might?
The answer friend
I say is yes.
With mind,
with fingers
I caress.
I want her more,
never less.
Hand to heart
forever pressed.
Yes my love for her
I enthusiastically confess.
The colours of planets
combined with her scent.
Her light like a halo
roundly bent.
The sea,
the sun,
the moon
and stars,
are all witnesses
that grace is heaven sent.
If no one has ever told you dear friend,
You possess a depth of beauty
That’s unequivocal to anything or anyone
Ever before seen or ever will again.
These are not mere words to satisfy
The hunger your soul searches for
But rather, the simple truth that we
Are all made from the imaginings of
An Unimaginable Mind
Brought forth out of the fullness
Of His loving grace and
Eternally timeless time.
We are all One of a KIND-
Hearted Being, all seeing and yet
Freeing when we aren’t afraid to look
Upon ourselves in a looking glass;
And I merely wanted to remind you again
That You, Me, I, We possess
A depth of beauty now
That will always last.
Longer than after we’ve had our fill of
Buildings and bridges turned to rust;
And longer perhaps than even after we collapse
And our dry bones turn to dust.
Beauty is the magic ingredient
Making us the magnificantly mysterious humans who
Love, honor, cherish, lift up,
Illuminate and polish everything inside
And out until it shines...Beauty and love
Are what make us in the image of
The One to whom we climb.
On Faith
Faith to follow as a blind human instinct,
not to be analysed, not to be judged yet distinct.
Life - plant stands erect with Faith as its firm root
to yield ‘Inspiration’ and ‘Expectation’ as flower and fruit.
Doctor holds Faith on life to start from first breath
to continue and last till last breath ending in death.
About life children believe to feel free and tell
‘All day long to play, dance, sing or to listen to tale.’
Young guys have faith on life to observe
as ‘ Love is Life’ and ‘Life is Love.’
In query of life to guy below poverty line :
His Faith rolls in struggle to arrange lunch and to dine.
Political leader believes life dependent on public mass.
Drunkard believes life to cycle around wine glass.
‘ Idea about life ?’ When questioned to an Architect
Answer came as ‘ From master plan not to deviate.’
Intense difficult question as asked to a Scientist
Reply from Faith comes ‘ Search and research to clear mist.’
Intrinsic query on Life to a Mathematician
deals with Faith on analytic approach and calculation.
Experiences about Life as asked to an old person
Answer from his belief ‘ Meaningless ! All achievements are gone !’
‘ How to illuminate life ? ‘ asked to a saint praying to Lord
His Faith declares‘ Humble life comes from Divinity ending in God.’
Faith running, rushing, rolling, rippling , propagating
Absolute no need of explaining or investigating.
Eternal Faith pulsating in every human breath.
Amazing maze of life, amusing musing on Faith.