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What stardust in our bones cause all these words to flow
From out of you and I like mountain streams?
What moves us to find writing
So mystical and exciting
In all our inner thoughts and night time dreams?
And I wonder what’s the potion
That gives the mental motion
For you and I to sing and rhyme along,
Like children in a choir as the music climbs much higher
We grapple with our words before they're gone.
I suppose we’ll never know
The secret to our quest
For expressing what we think and feel
At both our worst and best.
While seeking, striving, reaching, thriving
With every fiber of our being;
Something you and I possess
Moves us to express
Much more than what we’re seeing.
And perhaps we’ll never know the truth
That drives us to our callings;
Like migrating birds we seeker of words
Know all about rising and falling.
Until the final curtain call and all
Is plain to see: The words we share
Show how much we care
About each other and
Our humanity.
First you breathe on her
Was it love or lust?
Was it fact or fiction?
You stared in the windows through my heart
Of age or not
We begot
A child co-created along the way
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
With our inner thoughts as well as our outer parts
If we didn’t want a child
We shouldn’t have been bound
To our allure’s
While in our tangents
We’re hell bent to ignore ourselves each other family and God
Finding it odd no one
Didn't listen to the hymn
Didn't listen to our peers
Didn't listen to mother or father
Interlude intercourse anyway
Now our peers say...abort
Now those tears flow in our lust and sins now to soon
Now we should have waited
Now those sins are heavy and laden
We should both have stay a virgins
and just wait to...
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
Don’t do the act, if you want to relax
Don’t do the thing, if you want to be free
Don’t undress, then latter protest
If you wanna be free, be real
Wait until the marriage bed
Don’t play with God or Woman
Abstinence be morally free
Conceived only in the Marriage Bed
Abort not keep your hands and genitals to yourselves
There’s no maybe’s, in co-creating a baby
Unless you’re in the marriage bed
Only then, only then this is what God sanctions
Of age or not
We shall not begot
Didn't listen to the hymn
Didn't listen to our peers
Didn't listen to mother or father
Interlude intercourse anyway
Now our peers say...abort
Now those tears flow in our lust and sins now to soon
Now we should have waited
Now those sins are heavy and laden
We should both have stay a virgins
and just wait to...
A child co-created along this way
With our inner thoughts as well as our outer parts
If we didn’t want a child
We shan’t be bound only from now on repented we will only,
Conceive only in the Marriage Bed
10/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
How elegant was the world you had made, God, my Father
The sun, the moon, and the stars, as fully alive, functioned.
Herbs, shrubs, plants, trees, flies, birds, beasts, and humans had their honor
Each speck, as though a heavenly gem, by no power, shunned
Eve disobeyed. Cain killed. The list, like a chain, continued.
When will these vices end? Even sages couldn't predict
Prophets, like torchbearers, tried hard to set a flawless mood.
Could they, yet, erase from the earth the good-evil conflict?
Who will I send it to now? O Father, you ask within
Knowing your inner thoughts, the Son willingly says, 'I'll go'
He decided to incarnate to take away the sin.
He knew that, lanb-like, his body would break and blood would flow.
The earth gained a new form, as though waiting for the monsoon.
Nature, with the universe, seemed to compose a new tune.
Do you see that girl?
The one over there.
With earbuds in and curly hair.
Curly hair that no one liked.
That’s brought mild contempt a good part of her life.
Do you see that girl?
Sitting all alone,
Making strange gestures over paper, tablet, or phone.
She hides the fact that she can write and draw,
From teachers and friends. (She’d hate if they saw.)
Can you hear her hum?
Tunes happy and sad.
Just that simple action makes her heart glad.
But she struggles to sing when others can hear.
Her voice is a secret that she holds near.
She plays the piano, the clarinet too.
She’s actually proud of what she can do.
But if you ask her to show you,
She’ll do her best to say no.
Even close friends are confused. (She knows).
Sometimes she doesn’t care,
Sometimes she’s fine,
But a part of the time, that’s just the outside.
“I don’t want them to see.”
“I don’t want them to judge.”
Her inner thoughts won’t let her be.
In quite moment’s she wonders
“Did they mean what they said?”
“What did they really want?”
‘Til there’s pain in her head.
Because she’s too much a tomboy,
Her curls aren’t neat;
There’s no makeup on her face,
Or heels on her feet.
Her style is too different.
Her music all kinds.
Her interests are nerdy.
She sleeps all the time.
If she becomes quiet,
When you compliment her art.
Remember she has an anxious mind and heart.
If her hands and voice quiver,
When she sings out loud,
Just be glad you’re there in the crowd.
When she comes out of her box,
Don’t make a big scene.
Just quietly accept it,
Don’t point and scream.
Compliments are fine, but she’s going to blush.
She’ll disagree a little, but won’t tell you to shush.
She’s trying to do better.
She’s trying not to hide.
To make things the same,
Between the ins and outsides.
You know you like her “as is”,
She’ll know someday too.
Be patient with her,
And she might smile for you.
In my mind I go to an empty beach in my mind,
I enjoy it best at sunset with the hued clouds;
or at sunrise with all the birds singing songs,
love the solitude and tranquility as I walk.
The sunset clouds ever changing colors so serene,
moving, swirling, mingling, and fading;
the light gradually dimming from blue to purple,
I just sit and watch as the sun slips away.
The sunrise is so invigorating with its stillness,
the sound of the rolling waves hypnotic;
a thousand birds singing a grand symphony for me,
echoing as I am lost in my inner thoughts.
Destinations, unconventional beings futuristic designs, some may deem them gods in the making......
Perfect in all forms, being the impendiment perfection is non existent .
Blink twice , bite your tongue realise the water drops dropping after every second.......tick tock! tick tock! Zhing Zhong! Billabong! Inner thoughts .....contemplate deeply about this journey.
When you make it to the other side son of soil, give the seeds back to the Mother Land! Run the race like your feet were made of steel, the ones left behind deserve a teaching.
Love must reside in that deceiving cave , the chapter of your soul, this fight is one that determines the quality of your bread , the strength of your harvest , the intention of your touch.....you a magnificent, you are an Android , the apple of our Nokiad generation , you are the fate climate cannot even escape you are the future!
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From one poet to another
Your words in me are a thunder
That fills me soul with wonder
As my open heart you plunder
Though I cannot see your face...
Through my poetry covered lace
Your deep feelings I can trace
My heart beat quickens a pace
Your every line scintillates
My wayward heart subjugates
My inner thoughts punctuates
My very soul confiscates
Your heart’s rhythm and rhyme
Not bound to moments of time
Makes each encounter sublime
Holds me with imagery fine
Addiction is my sweet game
And your poetry is to blame
My life is no longer the same
My high begins with your name
Each word is just meant to please
Makes me fall down on my knees
My hunger I must appease
Oh, feed me now, if you please!
I travel the paths of your mind
Treasures of worth my great find
To all else I am now blind
Our twin souls have intertwined
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I like a good conversation ~ about love and life
An objective opinion or a subjective opinion
Belissima ~ Amore
Age does not protect against love
Your sweet smile makes me melt
Yes, I'm incurably romantic
Sweet strawberries with cream vannlije
Belissima ~ Amore
In your eyes rushes my inner thoughts ~ intoxicating
Life is a dream ~ Your smile is like the stars in the sky
It is fate that decides
The important thing is not to find one ~ but finding the right one
Belissima ~ Amore
Your kiss is like drowning in soft chocolate
May I kiss you again
16.02.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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"Every secret memory, every experience in life, and every
thought can be written within the words of a poem."
Quote _ Constance
Writing is my prayer and words come gliding to me,
since a child I have been writing poems to share;
about my inner thoughts and nature filigree.
Writing is my prayer . . .
Death visited many times and I pen each tear.
I write my sadness and grief to set my soul free;
poem and poems I share of weeping despair.
Sharing my pain in poetry has been my key,
writing of nature for me is like breathing air;
I love to pen of forests and birds feathery.
Writing is my prayer . . .
_____________________
August 30, 2022
Poetry/Roundel/Writing Is My Prayer
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1484-446-30
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, I Write Poetry Because
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 09/13/2022
Third Place
Shimmering silver cosmic trees suddenly surrounded him
Maybe he truly was the chosen, the keeper of the arrows of light
Gave him a sense of love and protection he had not felt for a long time
Maybe since his parents had passed on to the other world
These cosmic trees were speaking to him not with voice
But through inner thoughts, telling him they chose him for his pure heart
That is what his grandmother had always called him.
He smiled thinking of her lovely warm disposition and loving ways
He stared at his reflection in the magic reflective pathway
Noticing the harvest moon for the first time in months
Harvest moon had always been his protective nature sign
He felt the love of his grandmother and his parents. All was well.