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You are all together desirable
and so my soul longs for you
hold me close don't let me go
I need to know your love is true
I had not thought possible
this kind of love to know
the kind that people dream of
of our origins ages ago
More beauty than hanging gardens
or the wonders of seven worlds
nor crafting by the hands of men
fallen it's heights were hurled
Like the rain in desert places
and dew in a thirsty land
desire avidly your own embrace
and be led by your own hand
Drink from the well inexhaustible
the everlasting spring of joy
whose word is rooted in virtue
which hatred would seek to destroy
A cistern in the desert deep
an oasis in parched land set
you draw the hearts of multitudes
lest the setting of love they forget
Like well watered resting places
where the fountains of the deep
saturate the flowering meadows bloom
whose treasuries our memories keep
Job 8 , Isaiah 58
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Quietly streaming
through the breath of dreams
in clouds
the whispers came
in colors from scarlet to midnight
with secrets known in our deepest places
where sacred words
disappear in measureless time
Words that speak
in amaranthine languages
of persona and subliminal
origins and ancestry
inexhaustible and ever present
For the leaves were talking
in their green shimmer and shake
and sway
with
words grounded to trees
spreading in patterns
on currents of chaos
in zephyrs off rivers flow
blowing
Streaming through the breath of dreams
in clouds
"Breezing trees
heard the whisper of leaves"
April 17, 2020
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I'd steal it back—
my poem that she posted as her own.
I'd name her plainly, demand
a public apology—
an admission of hypocrisy
from the one who keeps her hands clean,
grins like a simpleton, cackles
like she's getting away with it,
this even meaner magic.
Navel-gazing Narcissus
must not have realized
I was never planning to stay
quiet. I am nothing
if not a truthful storyteller.
Now here’s the frame:
I wrote it as an example
to model the concept of structure.
She'd dumped her word jumble of a draft
into my lap—again, unprompted, long past
my repeated requests
that she please, please stop doing that.
What I wrote, for those familiar with craft,
is called an after poem. Ironic,
since she didn’t tell me until after it was posted—
after it collected accolades,
after it scratched her inexhaustible itch for praise.
She can keep the cursed thing
at this stage—
still even my saying that doesn't make it hers
or mean she wrote it.
Just that I'm giving in
to the pathetic, spinning fantasy
over a piece that wasn't even my best work.
I get sick with pity when I think of it,
when I spot her avatar, check her list—
to see my work still sitting there,
near the middle section of her page six—
She pissed away our friendship
for a few pixels distributed by strangers,
and that's not even the worst of it,
but I only have time and energy
for one plot twist.
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because…
Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with anticipation of smiles and dancing laughter
Benediction of brightest benevolence
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
Valentine’s appear signed by love’s sweetest heart –
Hearts of God’s beatifying bounty not hidden
Found in clouds and rocks, in garden harvest consecrations
Beloved bliss overflowing –never empty - no refills needed –
Greeting cards of extravagant grace – no signature or postage due –
Bound in mercy’s lace impervious to time.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
God’s bursting bounty of abundant grace filled with delights –
Warehouse shelves of mercy’s lavish greeting cards inexhaustible
Divinity’s heart throbs in love letters – no conditional caveats –
Always a dedication to beloved children even prodigals
With an everlasting toast of grace spoken over miracles
Postmarked invitations to jubilees sealed with eternity’s kiss
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly valentines
Tender devotion more enduring than resurrected bones once lost to time
Revelation’s paper hearts edged in fragrant incenses of filigree
Abounding generosity – uncontainable – exalting felicity
Written in messages of consecrated majesty
Surging elegance refined in the refiners purifying fire
Unfettered favor, the ever open hand, solace of the heart’s desire.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines
God is bountiful because…
11-13-20
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I walked, I was a wanderer
I walked on the nipple thorns of world mildly
my walking couldn't make a stoppage
East, west, north, south had many more than my thinking
the Emptiness of stamina couldn't make a room for me
but when I reached to the sovereignty of poems then I found my stoppage
there were -
boundless magnanimity of sky,
crystallite of moonlit,
the blazing and dazzling shine of Sun-ray,
bottomless depth of the pacific ocean,
the vast mystery of solar system,
inexhaustible love of lover and beloved,
vivacious breath and rhythm of nature,
praiseworthy note for unseen almighty,
rational lines of plaintiff and disputatious
in the kingdom of poems.
O' dear, darling poem-
Please hug me, kiss me and love me
O' Hug of poems, please kiss my love
O' Kiss of poems, please love my hug
O' Love of poems, please hug my kiss
You are my ever best stoppage
-October 05, 2018 Chattogram
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God, your love pulls me
not like rope,
but the ocean’s tide~
an undertow of grace drowning my resistance.
I am a kite~
you are the wind’s rough hands~
tightening the string, causing me to ascend.
I gasp, suddenly airborne,
carried swiftly into the air~
transformed and somehow lighter.
God, your love pulls me~
every doubt becomes,
a grain of sand washed clean
by your inexhaustible current.
every fear,
becomes a leaf shaken loose
in your mighty gale.
what am I, but a found thing?
your love is the compass needle
guiding me towards true north.
Pull me again, God~
I am yours to unravel.
Make me something
I do not recognize.
I was in my sins being seemingly without hope and saving
But God the Father granted me His son Jesus endless mercies grace
Now I am clean completely copiously more or less
quite perfectly wholly repented, renewed heavenly bless
utterly fully all halleluiah
entirely thoroughly absolutely
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Perfectly Totally found
exactly
altogether all over heartily
at length in whole substantially
through and through generally
Out of the blue
Skies shining brilliants hues
predominantly greatly unqualifiedly
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Perfectly Totally found
downright to the max
categorically to the hilt
down to the ground down the line
infinite, limitless, boundless tilt
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Perfectly Totally found
primarily principally extensive innumerable
generously abundantly predominately halleluiah
overall hands down by and large vast unlimited
immeasurable illimitable measureless fathomless
unmeasured inestimable incomputable
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Perfectly Totally found
unbounded unfathomable
immense inexhaustible bottomless indefinite
abysmal incalculable
immensurable exhaustless halleluiah
O’ My father found me
Now I am gladly Oh so madly, now I am
Father, Father I thank you Lord God I am Perfectly Totally found
4/7/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From SpokenWords Anthology
" I BEEN WORKING ON ME ME MR. JAMES "
Renewable Radiance
Streams of clearest light,
Born of a star,
Splash across flaxen maize,
Beckoning tall sunflowers to follow
With their skyward gaze
Dashing through newborn dewdrops
Creating playful shadows
In the bouncing,
dappling,
flashing,
flowing
Golden glow of brilliance in bronze
Making freckles on upturned noses
Or fiery heat on skin neglected
Now captivated by smooth glass faces
In cycles of sunrise and sunset
To find a place in close community
Coming home to rest on rooftops
Turning midnight into morning
Bits of sunspots
Energizing evening
Seeking opportunities
To turn on street lights
Heat a winter night,
Light up empty highway signs
Kitchen lamps in gathering spaces,
Where scents of stews
Float up from simmering pots
Sitting atop daystar fire,
To cool the breath of afternoons
Turning summer heat around in circles
Then ever giving birth to moonlight
Illuminating a garden path
Or candles
Twinkling
In the trees at midnight
Reaching out,
Waiting - standing at attention -
Begging to be used,
But not used up,
Gladly emptied out
Never tiring,
Never holding back
In jealousy,
No matter what the calendar proclaims
Or season promises,
Collected radiance renewable
Renewed
Generating energy
In spinning allegros
Freely given,
Freely breathing,
Inexhaustible,
Joyful
Gift and giver.
Nations, like tides, rise and fall with the numbers,
A swelling crowd is a promise and a peril.
In youth, the many are labor and armies;
In age, they are a weight upon the state.
Leaders count heads, not lives,
Calculating strength in the aggregate.
A vast populace fuels markets,
Fills the factories, swells the tax rolls.
Policy bows to the short-term reward,
Blind to the slow erosion beneath.
Food, water, shelter—finite and frail—
Are treated as inexhaustible myths.
Yet the wheel turns,
And the balance sheet of nature
Will one day collect its debt.
By then, the architects may be gone,
But their legacy will stand—
An empire too heavy to sustain.
You kiss my face and I turn to trace
the tracks you left on the ground;
where have you walked and with whom have you talked
in all of your traveling round?
You utter a sigh and I am wondering why
you just cannot slow down and stay;
capricious you are like a burnt, falling star,
fickle, and quick to betray.
One day you are kind, your fury confined,
the next, you are hostile and wild;
today a soft breeze, lightly brushing the trees,
tomorrow, an unbroken child.
I open my arms to welcome your charms,
but like a ghost you vanish and go;
my emotions are torn by the strength of your storm,
your inexhaustible, volatile show.
I release you! Go scream and follow mad dreams,
go blow to the east and the west;
you try to impress then insanely digress
your plan to pursue an irrational quest.
The day you are through, tame the tempestuous shrew,
come back to my warm, loving heart;
ruffle my hair with the breath of a prayer,
until them, my dear, just depart.
Copyright, August 27, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson