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WINDS OF CHANGE By James Edward Lee Sr.
It's the darkness, yet God spoke light
He spoke A word there was life
This the dawn of the first autumn
The winds of change
I am co created by God the Father
Along with my earthy father and mother
While along the son still shines
The winds of change
Now being human, isn't privilege
It is a gift that God gives us
Once a young boy
But I started to grow
The winds of change
The grasses are growing, flowers blossoming
The trees branches are waving to God
The roots at the bottom of the trunks are kneeling
I find this myself quite odd
The winds of change
The spring seasons give reason for the butterflies
While by and by I grow into manhood
I spy a woman I ask her would she be my bride
This is in the frozen of winter
The winds change
In the heat of the summer co creativity
Now growing now married with a family
The sun rises as the family 2 now grows to 3
Where is the time going
Now into night day has passed
The winds change
08/30/17
FOR CONTEST: Winds of Change
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodehever
Conflicts and crises, unfortunately, are often the creatures giving birth to a host of changes
History records multiple stories, bathed in blood, of cultural, political, and religious changes
Ancients and ancestors labored, fought, and died to create the changes we now enjoy
New World seekers, settlers, foreigners, and pilgrims prayed and formed a new nation
God should always be credited with any measure of success between humankind
Every effort of advancing civilization by way of humanism is futile without God's touch
Societies once pagan are now Godly; some countries once Godly are now living as pagans
08282017 PS Contest, Winds of Change, Julie Rodeheaver, 5P
Since I walked back home every day from school,
my mother had made for me the golden rule:
in the rainy season an umbrella in my bag
I must carry though it might make it sag.
It started to rain after school one day,
I was under my umbrella, and on my way
home, walking in the road, deserted and wet,
I saw Julie stride in the rain, drenched and upset.
Before she could go out of my reach very far,
in a fast pace I walked to catch up with her.
I gave her the umbrella to hold over us,
which she tried to do with no fuss.
One corner of the umbrella the wind tore,
one half of me was receiving the downpour.
Soaked to the bone, I was happy none-the-less,
for I was of some help to the little damsel in distress.
So sad to see you
Wilt away
Waste away
Fade away
People throwing lifebuoys
And you don’t reach out
You don’t try
You don’t want
You refuse to try
As if you hope to end it
Once and for all
As if you’ve given up
On finding something to live for
Gave up on your dreams long ago
Do you even remember caring
So long ago
What about the people
Who want you
In their lives
Who want to hear your jokes
See you smile
See you embrace life again
What about
Everyone who loves you
Let us back into your heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on August 18, 2017 for contest LET ME INTO YOUR HEART sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - RANKED 8TH
PS featured in 2018
Feathered touch from
your warm gentle hands
Tickling my silky thoughts
make me understand
Goosebumps race down
my trembling spine
Electrifying anticipation
emotions so divine
Read my body as you whisper
in hushed loving tones
You see my heart holds all
my delicious pleasure zones
Let our hearts race in unison
playing catch up to our breath
Take me to places unknown
Waltz me close to death
Make my body turn traitor
and commit sweet treason
Let love vibrate through us
without any rhyme or reason
Love me like I need to be loved
love me like you mean it
Excite my mind and body,
show me that you need it
1st place
Contest;STRAND SPECIAL 8,
Sponsor:Brian Strand
Contest: Love Me Like You Mean It Poetry
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Date:11/30/2019
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GOD BLESS AMERICA
When I first saw you, I could not believe,
Your caring eyes that saw through me.
I blushed because my thoughts were shown.
Embarrassed I felt, cause you had known.
You asked me softly to look at you,
and when I did, that's when I knew.
You reached out and touched my hand,
and asked me If I could have this dance?
My heart was like a cold night fire.
That hid my thoughts, and strong desires.
I put my hands around your waist,
and brought you closer to my face.
In awe I felt as we slowly danced,
and dreamt about a surreal romance.
The dance was almost over,
and felt a tap upon my shoulder.
He said," Mister do you mind?"
"I would like to dance with my wife, sometime."
Julie Rodeheaver Contest Hold Me In Your Arms 9/17/2017
Summer of 1981. I was exhausted from running after three small children.
My own, which made it joyous, but still, they are active at 2, 5 and 6.
I dove into the pillow on the couch and was almost instantly snoring.
My heart started beating super fast; I recognized fear when I felt it.
I saw a woman running down an alley screaming.
Knew it was Chicago, she was dressed like Julie Andrews in Thoroughly Modern Millie.
This put the year in the 1920-1930’s.
Recognized the woman was me, and I was being chased.
Knew it was a past life. My heart is beating loudly, and I am terrified.
Lights of a car pin me in the alley. A man comes out of the shadows.
Grabs me, throws me down. One shoe flies off.
I know I am going to die.
I feel a knife cut my throat from right to left.
No doubt in my mind this happened.
To me.
In another incarnation.
I am resilient. Infinitely stronger
than you think I am. You hear me, Devil?
With the Almighty God to my right
and my guardian angel to my left
you're never gonna drag me down
Yes, I'm aware of your devious schemes
Yes, I'm aware of your pathetic white lies
Yes, I'm aware of all your dirty tricks
I'm soaring too high for you to reach me
You're never gonna drag me down
No matter how much you tempt me
No matter how hard you try
to suck me into the vortex
of your evil machinations, I will prevail;
you're never gonna drag me down.
Clasp my feet with your long talons
halfway up the ladder of success;
pull me down with all your might
and I'll still climb to the topmost rung.
You're never gonna drag me down
Never Going Drag Me Down Poetry Contest/Winner(2nd Place)
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Date written and posted: 10/13/2017
The backyard finally shines with green and blue
Julie stresses and storms through the shafting Saturday light
Ella cries over the tossing of her mother's old trophies
She wants them though they're not hers to have
I am standing amid a circuitry of thick taut ropes
With duck tape across my mouth
I am told this is not my drama
Though I must watch and keep above the waves
In silence, in shadows, and if I dare speak
a serpent's tongue will lash out at my good intentions
My rotten timing, my ghostly presence
How do you express the "there, there?"
In what fantasy world, can I send both mother and daughter to their rooms?
Until they learn to speak nicely to each other?
When do I get to shout some sweet nonsense?
After all, my hands are still free
The duck tape isn't permanent
I can shatter this quiet agreement
I can be the psychologist-lover-father-figure
Though I can also sit outside in the backyard
Where the colors shine blue and green for the first time in months
And wait for it all to pass over, to be better.
With what wiser minds do we treat such roller coasters?