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(My uncle who has been my father’s younger brother was almost like a father to me. He began his life as a commissioned officer in the Indian Air Force. He married my mother’s sister and is connected to me from both sides)
"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart)I am never without it" Quote _ by E.E. Cummings
Gone you are, but shall not be forgotten
Love you and cherish the values you sowed
Through life’s strenuous paths you have trodden
With truth and uprightness you were endowed
You sired four children, a beautiful brood
From a heart of gold doled out love and care
You showed the path and your trail they pursued
Climbing ladders of success, they did fare
Heaped not any wealth, but worked without rest
Taught your children to accept life with grace
Gave up your pleasures to give them your best
You braved your days through life's perplexing maze
Uncle, to King eternal, you have fled
In our hearts, your loving memories flood
Sept.14.2022
Lost to Heaven- My Uncle
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Our God is bountiful because he knows no measure to the love He has for us
doting in the wings like a Father regardless of our Faith in Him or not
He endeavors to protect us from above
as if we were the only stars in His galaxy;
There are days when we feel like we ate the paupers last meal
and there are times when we don't have the strength to rise above
Still, He is a God of continuance and doesn't ask much from us
pouring out every drop of compassion and mercy upon our souls
he fills our empty cup and breaks bread, for the sake of nurturance ;
Regardless of our vision or lack of it, he sees us through
Our God is bountiful because,
He created the earth and filled it with un-barren fruit
so we could have life on earth
and live in His abundance, until our sweet homecoming.
November 14, 2020
I want to be closer than a tear running down your right feet I want to be your adorning man to be all God wants me to be I want to be a cold comforter for in you I see you are brighter than the sun the moon the stars to me
The God in you the same in me
I want to love you as he does I want to love with a Godly love
I want to love you like a father protect you like no other
Intimately so I receive every word I want to receive your speech every letter every word every syllable
I want to hear your voice
See the breath you breathe
I want to embrace you
Ultimately
I need to be closer than a tear running down your right feet I want to be your adorning man to be all God wants me to be I want to be a cold comforter for in you I see you are brighter than the sun the moon the stars to me
I want to be
The God in you the same in me
The God in you the same in me
I love you
6/11/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
All around, smoke ribboned from ashtrays
and mushroomed on the stained ceiling.
There, in the corner, F. Lee Bailey glared,
like a father watching his ill behaved children,
but, as children do, they ignored him.
Irving Kanarek leaned on the far end of the bar.
He was equally ignored,
as barristers sought their pecking order
in a gaggle of egos.
Over the bar a sign hung, "The Bench",
where ironically, the bartender, in jest,
would be asked to "judge" the winner of some petty spat.
Conversation was tediously interrupted as night progressed,
"Objection your honor,l he's badgering the witness"!
"Objection sustained" would ring out from behind the bar,
but amidst all the pseudo legalese, a pall hung ~
draping down the walls like smoke.
They must laugh for sanity but
the killer set free, who would kill again
became the dragon in the room
that would follow them home...
Note: F. Lee Bailey defended the Boston Strangler. OJ Simpson and others
and Irving Kanarek defended Charles Manson
Dangerous love
Chronic stress gave its path in my heart
Apart from breathing, that’s part of my pain
Stains remain, love cannot be sustained
Fight for what you love, and let happiness lead the way
Who is your soulmate, tell me?
Faith lost trust to hope, future is demolished
Polished my heart, yet still stuck to you like glue was applied
Still recall, when you said you will be like a father to me
Promised me live and future but feels like climate change
Who is in your heart, tell me?
I still need you, I don’t know if you do
I still want you; I don’t know if you do
I still love you I don’t know if you do
Who is responsible for my role tell me?
Faith please, gain trust again to hope
Love is medicine we all need to drink
Death can occur without taking your medicine
Medicine heals all illness, but the heart is stubborn
Make me love again but please tell me
Who is your soulmate?
The Lord is my friend
and I am his.
He brings me to green meadows serene and tranquil.
Together we listen to birds singing,
and his voice is gentle.
He accepts me with all my flaws
giving me all his love.
He helps me to let go of my regrets
and even when I make mistakes he still loves me.
When I am afraid,
he holds my hand.
and I feel a strength within.
His friendship means everything to me,
for we have journey far together in all kinds of weather.
He is like a father to me,
and I can depend on him no matter what.
I will never let go of his hand because we are stuck like glue
forevermore !
In the garden of memories, a bloom so divine.
A mother's love, an eternal lifeline.
Reading the holy book, a melody that dawdles on.
She was holy and a saint like persona.
Through her Guiding hands and a comforting embrace,
So many greats emerge.
Her absence, a longing I can’t negate.
Because it’s painful, but pain is all I got.
Through tear-stained skies and whispered prayer,
Her spirit lingers, a presence rare.
She was Loved, she was cherished and adored by all.
A minute spent + her, a lifetime reverberations.
The mother, the friend and the legendary Seyda Mint Sheikh (SMS).
A President, A billionaire, A beggar, she don’t tell apart.
She came, she lived, she thrived, all in a short story line.
A love so pure, now in moments, she's gone.
She was an inspiration to all,
she was remarkably unique,
she was a phenomenal woman.
She raised me up like a father, loved me as mother and respected me like a leader.
She was the greatest ever friend and
a mother +,
more importantly she was Seyda Mint Sheikh (SMS).
Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.
You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"
Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.
You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"
But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!
They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.
You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.
It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.
The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.
The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.
There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!
If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.
Good works, like a father to his children, you had performed.
Their life, like honeybees preparing their comb, you had formed.
Days and nights, in their struggles, you had participated.
Yet, their blind faith and belief in false gods you had hated.
To Bethsaida, you said that it should repent from its ways.
Would plants and shrubs that hide under trees feel the spring sun's rays?
They had bogged down in whirls of sins and never repented.
Trespasses in them, like fine poison in hemlock, fermented.
Indifference, like stale sewage, brewed in Capernaum.
In senseless pleasures, they had lost their equilibrium.
They fled from your friendship as though phasmophobia.
In musings of mundane mammon, they found euphoria.
Lack of faith and panic to change had taken their deep roots.
You shook their shoots and roots to make them bring forth righteous fruits.
(In Law and Spirit)
To take one’s heart,
And meld it with another,
Is the perfect place to start,
When sharing with a brother.
To break one’s heart,
In the service of each other,
Is to perfect the hidden part,
Which cries out for a Father.
No one has the trust of any,
Like a father and son,
For in the eyes of many,
This world would be undone.
If not for mentors now,
On our earthly home abode,
We would never humbly bow,
But be strangers to our load.
But to find in us ourselves,
And carry what we cross,
We must know as do the Twelve,
And ever count the cost.
Oh Lord we love the ones we hold,
While on our journey home,
And long to be as in days of old,
When before on earth to roam.
But lightened on a brighter path,
For hence our pathway trod,
We'll receive all that our Father hath,
And never depart the iron rod.
(Iron rod depicts the Word of God)