Long Implant Poems
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There're tears, shedding tears crying;
Tears, tears running down my face;
Grinning tears chanting fears;
Displaced ills of misfortunates;
Graphic disposed unclothed behavior O passionate
This is what I once was
Rain Fallin on me
I was fallen somebody emulated me
I am a seed
And I'm gratefully growing
Dead of winter season end
Storms blowing in hurting friends
It's a storm inside. somebody sharing our minds
Won't you rebuke burred vision.
Jesus give us spiritual eyes
Embrace implant me with Wisdoms Wings.
Instead of being emotional ranting and raving teach me to Sing
I want to say hallelujah again
I want to sing Hallelujah again
So now bright and Son knees
On the ground floor praisin worshipping
Devil wearing the gold chains now
Whoz crying now, who's cryN now
Once again in my mind and my soul place for it no longer snow or ice cold heart rejuvenated by the warm blood
of the Lamb I know whose I am
New season dawn battles won
Jesus gives us spiritual eye embraced and planted
Wisdom Wings not fly high praising Him I live in New shouting true
I say hallelujah I sing Hallelujah
Be rebirth not living in my fault hurt
A Living witness no longer raining tears of distaste
Birth renewed mindset in amazing grace
2/2/23 written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023(c)
PASSION OF AN ARTIST
The landscapes I paint have fence one or two,
some with bent pegs, some with broken bars.
Fence between chipped pathway with sunset hue
and flowerless garden turned to auburn pasture.
I ask me why, and delve deep in mind,
feel my passion dry on life’s contours undefined.
The landscapes I paint have some slices of smoky sky,
clumps of shapeless cloud hang on the hazy horizon
wrapping the yonder slate hills, in recluse they all lie
looking for wings of southern wind to carry them on.
I ask me why, and delve deep in mind,
feel my soul fly away, the empty life left behind.
The landscapes I paint have tall trees in close cluster
standing erect in foreground, some green, some brown.
Scorched by summer sun the foliage has lost the luster,
in their still shadow splendor of verdant pasture drowns.
I ask me why, and delve deep in mind,
feel my senses lie deep inside, I can’t find.
The portraits I paint always have on them birthmark
on the cleft of the right cheek, some light, some dark,
so, on the frozen face pulsating beauty could embark,
implant indelible signature of creativity of artist’s work.
I ask me why, and delve deep in mind,
feel my passion try, make a mark of momentous kind.
February 17, 2019
Step right up it's all the rage,
it's the dawning of a brand new age.
The wonderful world of Iron and Clay,
finally our time to shine, let's not delay.
Come get in line and get your chip,
you'll have the world at your fingertips.
Head or hand it's all up to you,
you'll be a brand new man, when we're through.
No more need for cards or cash to buy or sell,
just scan your head or hand, it will never fail.
With this tiny implant things will change,
the possibilities are just insane.
The whole world now we'll be able to track,
no lost children and that's a good fact.
Crime will plummet under this global plan,
it's hard to break the law without head or hand.
The medical wonders, too many to count,
with these devices your health is paramount.
We will be able to fix failing organs and missing limbs,
with electronic replacements built within.
All these things will extend your life,
a fountain of youth and no more strife.
All of your hand held devices at your command,
it's all in one, right in your head or hand.
Now this new age comes with faith as well,
no more talk about heaven or hell.
We will have heaven on earth it's true,
a regular garden of eden for me and you.
All religions and denominations will be as one,
a universal faith and a God that's fun.
Fire and brimstone will be no more,
come to our temple through the ecumenical door.
Your sins will be forgiven before they are committed,
the things in the Bible you don't like, just omit it.
We want the church to finally conform,
to this wonderful world and all its norms.
Our worship will be without constraints,
do what feels good, we are all saints.
No dress code needed in this place,
in fact nude is considered in good taste.
Political correction will be our doctrine,
no more punishment for those who sin.
We will not worship things unseen,
but an idol once thought to be obscene.
Now I think we've sold you on our vision,
to come together as one, without derision.
Man has finally reached the summit
and become a god, that even God could covet.
" Beaware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's
clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. " - Matthew 7:15
Take Me to the Balcony, Romeo!
On this joyful warm Spring Day,
Let's hide in our private balcony and play!
This is all, your sweetest Juliet asks.
In your young, most passionate arms to bask.
You, like a god of a scented,sensual Spring,
On my unblemished lips, please do implant,
Sensual seeds of hot moisture that blows
So brightly, in your heart's love chamber!
Run your most seductive hands through
My shining tresses fondly waiting!
I am totally yours for the taking.
Kiss me, ever so softly now!
Yes, loving you Romeo, for eternity.
A most desirable and yet, I pray,
Not a dangerous undertaking.
Just we two., eternally,magic making!
Amorously,
Your Juliet
Panagiota Romios
4/29/ 2019
I:45pm PST
Lift a baby from water, after decending from the cloud
An alternate way to start the world, the vision makes me proud
She could be the first earth mother, the start of all mankind
The greatest person ever lived, would need an open mind
I place her down upon the bank, there to see her grow
To take her place in legend, no seeds of doubt to sow
I guard her with the power I have, to see her to adult
Implant her with a virgin child, wait for the result
I plant for her a garden, where the two of them may play
Fill it full of bounty, give fresh water they can spray
But there is something missing, in the scheme of things to come
One a hubby, one a dad, I will combine them into one
I will go back to the water, see if another there
Cast my vision back and forth, end with a vacant stare
Change my gaze up to the beach, and spy a coconut
Could be just the thing I need, to use for head or butt
I took the finished model, so the Mum could give her view
She looked so happy that I thought, I should maybe make her two
That is how the human race, started on this earth
I am sure that's how it happened, for what my opinion's worth
Reaching down to offer eternal life
the Saviour gave Himself, oh precious gift
midst guilt-condemning sins, awfully rife
drawing me nigh toward heaven uplift
with love's pardon from iniquity strife.
So loved to enjoy peaceful freedom grant
my soul abides in Christ blissfully now
along faith with ministerial implant
blest to fulfill service-commitment vow
fortified to silence distressful rant.
Vibrant relationship marked by trust
tied around grand divine* partnership bond
abounding love, spiritually robust
midst fellowship which to prayers respond
for faithful stewardship needing grace-must.
Grateful for loving moments to reach-out
my heart worships God, Who supplies great grace
cheering me as I share, smiting pain pout…
He anchors my steps upon wisdom’s brace
letting me win in every righteous bout.
*2Peter 1:3 According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue.
September 30, 2021
Edited on August 18, 2022
2nd place, "The Meaning of Love" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 8/27/2022.
There is nothing normal about me.
I’m unnaturally arranged.
I’m artificially artistic and gifted
With a quirky quantum brain.
Billions babble like me
But not one of us’ the same.
It’s a calculated risk to freely
Unleash me all the same.
There’s another voice inside of me.
It wasn’t there before and now I feel deranged.
Telling me to do these things I’d never do.
Forcing me to think outside the box.
Is this really air that I’m breathing?
Are you really there or am I just grieving?
Who has all the answers to my questions?
"Who am I? Why am I here?
Am I alive? Am I aware?”
“Is this stuff on my head
Really hair?”
I run my fingers through it.
I feel there’s something to it.
That in another life
I must’ve been a Super star!
For engraved behind my skull
I feel some raised brail-like scar.
I can’t quite make out its meaning
It may simply just be numbers,
Hieroglyphics or a Chinese scan bar.
Perhaps, I wasn’t even born at all
Manufactured in a place called,
IQ Implant Enhancements,
Or Androids Are Us, down at the local mall.
I seem to be playing music in my head.
Perhaps, it’s a small android violinist.
I seem to be humming with him, “Amazing Grace.”
The harmonies put a strange smile on both our faces.
It pauses and takes a moment to look out my eyes.
The world comes into focus, and it gasps,
“What the...”
A Town I knew
He was born in a narrow-minded town where a Christian
the party was in power, and there were rules for acceptable
behavior by stern people who liked to tell others what
is right, of course, including a religious attitude
a Pakistani scholar who, due to a navigational error
came to our town, left quickly through the town
reminded him of a town, called Laura in his country
The leaders of our town, also interfered with how houses should look, white or pale yellow was allowed
A rebel painted his house red, which actually used to be
a traditional color on barns, the law fined him, said
the house represented a fire hazard.
There were many missionaries around who went to Africa to educate the blacks, it was regarded as a high calling
doing God's work among the heathen
Little did they understand how racist they were seeking
implant a foreign God in a confused country
about what the missionaries called democracy.
Later, when a new political party came to power, white
a word of shame, we who had never seen a black person, except for the cook on a banana boat, so well-liked by the ladies, the captain had to go ashore to find him.
This brings us to the Jews, who had suffered cruelly and
and deserved a state of their own, anyone who tried to
disagree were called ant-Semitic
This was in stark contrast to the Jews we knew, who were viewed with suspicion as con artists
As for the Palestinians, weren't they Arabs going to Arabia, where they belonged
We know now that the Hebrews had weaponized the holocaust
at last, we see the ugly face of Israel
, a land they stole
from the Palestinians
Israel wants more, they need the Gaza Strip,
to construct
a big commercial harbor, and who knows, a canal all the way to Jerusalem
So, what's next for Palestine?
The Hamas, called terrorists today, like the late Begin of
Stern gang once was,
Tomorrow, Quin Sabe?
Alcoholics and Druggies die every day
That's the chant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
Their lives were full of shoulda, coulda, and woulda's
They would get to someday
Which is now irrelevant.
Alcoholics and Druggies die every day.
Doesn't this piquet you in some way?
Have we become that complaisant?
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
They were people look at the survey
Their lives weren't insignificant.
Alcoholics and Druggies Die Every Day
They just couldn't break away
From the horrible intoxicant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
I pray
That people will read this and on their mind I can implant
Alcoholics and Druggies die everyday.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
We often have wishes for things beyond reach.
Is this an implant in us?
How is it that one has wishes?
We are given what is needed to survive,
and yet more is wanting.
How does this come about?
If you are complete then wishes are extra.
Some are good and some are not.
But no matter for we can keep or discard them at will.
Just a test to know what one really needs.
Basics are fine, but you need an extra to make you move forward.
Wishes are good in that they make one whole.
Even if no good comes of them.
You follow the ones that lead to the better path.
Wishes - God made, to make you on top.
Wishes - God made not to make you stop.
Go on with your wishes as you grow.
It will become apparent that you are here and complete.