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“Philosykos”
Coerced I was enticed to enter their incohesive world
my mind bleeds like black currents aross the water-colour page
forming strange language electric messages l’eau papier imprints uncompleted
sparks form and burn through the walls of churlish Eden to the outer existence
the inner world of freedom, naked and open, I’ve become Philosykos
I strip the bark down
love notes written
kisses tasting like Eden’s sweetest
hand-fed mindless figs with mercy
teasing juicy red apples
undressed like an envelope
naked and open
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“In Greek, "Philosykos" translates to "friend of the fig tree". This name is derived from the Greek words "philos", meaning friend, and "sykon", meaning fig.”
“As ink soaks into a sheet of white paper, shadows emerge. Worlds are invented. L'Eau Papier celebrates the power of the imagination – that moment, suspended in time, when ink, paper and the hand become one. In L'Eau Papier, white musks are delicately faceted by an accord of rice steam, evoking the grain of the paper. To these are added luminous notes of mimosa, while a backdrop of blonde wood tones grounds L'Eau Papier in the material itself.”
"Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden"
Wenzel Peter, (Karlsbad 1745 - Rome 1829), oil on canvas, Vatican Museums
"The Garden of Eden with the Fall of Man or The Earthly Paradise with the Fall of Adam and Eve"
Peter Paul Rubens, Jan Brueghel the Elder (1615), oil on panel,
Mauritshuis, The Hague
Descending into madness, drop by drop,
The senses dulled till mindless, naught perceived.
A subtle slide that ne’er rests ‘gainst a stop,
Till bottoming, the soul is much aggrieved.
No purchase then, when fingers claw the wall,
Attempting to escape the self-induced,
And were to gain a step, would surely fall,
Returning to his vomit, still seduced.
Contrite, one might assume a posture prone,
Not rage, with shaking fist against the sky.
To plead, to beg, be at a mercy thrown,
Resigned at last, not proud, with head held high.
The more remarkable, on face of it:
A hand lent down, redeeming from the pit.
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for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written on 06/15/2022
Author Dana Redricks
August 1, 2023
In awe of God’s boundless grace, I humbly confess, those words cannot suffice to express His kindness. He fills my life with blessings that never cease, from dawn to dusk, His love brings me peace.
Through the darkest nights, His guiding light beams, leading me through storms, fulfilling my dreams. When despair weighs heavy, burdening my soul, He lifts me up, making me whole.
Through valleys of sorrow and mountains steep, beside me, He walks, His promises to keep. In moments of weakness, when I cannot stand,
He extends His strength, a helping hand. A loving family, a gift beyond compare, with wings of love, they embrace and care. Their affection and trust, a precious treasure, God’s blessings, a bond I will always treasure.
Each passing day, in every season’s grace, God’s goodness surrounds, leaving no trace. He provides for my every need, both great and small, His mercy pours like a waterfall.
The beauty of nature, a testimony divine, an exquisite tapestry, woven by the Divine. From blooming flowers to skies so grand, His love speaks through creation’s hand.
Though my words may fall short in describing all the ways His mercies keep multiplying, I raise my voice in ceaseless gratitude and praise, for God’s goodness, worthy of eternal ovation.
So, I shall forever testify and praise the wonders of His love, from soul to soul. His goodness endures, an everlasting story, in His hands, I find eternal glory.
“Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high!”
This is the first verse of the hymn “JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL”
penned by Charles Wesley
Secured in my Saviour’s compassion-might
Blest to be so loved, though undeserving
Oh, my heart in Jesus Christ finds delight
Precious best Friend*, eternally loving.
Offering boundless mercy, hope and grace
God reaches my soul, granting full pardon
Settling me around His divine embrace
Precious best Friend, eternally loving.
Facing trials, my faith valiantly stands
Upheld by the Lord, triumphantly strong
He’s my Fortress, vanquishing doubt-demands
Precious best Friend, eternally loving.
As called steward for His work partnership
My spirit exalts the Supreme Master
While blissfully meeting Him in worship
Precious best Friend, eternally loving.
*Proverbs 17:17 A friend loveth at all times...
John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
August 9, 2020
2nd place, "In honor of Charles Wesley" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 9/3/2020.
O Father Of Mercy
Wash out this grief you shower
Over me and the land,
Ring out the spirit
And Saturday our love's weeks
Like light through locked twigs,
Beyond the puddled boy
Crying in vain for solace
Sung all about him
With worried weather,
Arise in your emptiness
Head-high like the sun.
Stars are for darkness.
May each night blanket blessings
Down Heart's corridor
And the floors of joy
Shift shapelessly through lives
Like mud on apples
In a woven dreamland,
Floating as God's single thought,
Making rich your harmony
As the cross flies off
And the Bible loads squirt guns
And "grace" replaces "debt"
Replaces tongue and
Speech in swirling compassion
Viewed from your own chair
You made from pictures
And lightbulbs and fake noses
And dusty open cheer
Up! The baby smiles
Your world of grief has shattered.
Light has pierced the dark.
In the mirror of life, God shows* us His perfect will
Teaching us to trust Him while staying serene
So that His plan we can perform with zest
By His instruction, making us triumphant.
In the mirror of life, the Saviour radiates His compassion
Reminding us to depend on His generous abundance
So that His grace we can gratefully acknowledge
By His mercies ready to meet our needs.
In the mirror of life, the Creator exposes His kindness
Guiding us to rely on His great supreme sovereignty
So that His direction we can courageously follow
By His leadership, propelling us to prosper.
In the mirror of life, the Lord illumines through His functional wisdom
Instructing us to enjoy His granted blessed salvation-liberty
So that His advice we can apply with circumspection
By His counsel for love-driven service.
In the mirror of life, Jesus Christ reveals His nature thru the holy Word
Bracing us to live by faith, forgiving our confessed sins
So that His truth we can declare against deceit
By His precepts, upholding righteous stand.
In the mirror of life, the Almighty reflects His fellowship glow
Calling us to worship with honesty, honour and humility
So that His light we can manifest in our stewardship
By His partnership toward sharing-caring bliss.
Romans 9:16 So then it is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that sheweth mercy.
May 8, 2022
1st place, "In the Mirror of Life" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 5/13/2022.
Tonight, I will undress.
I will strip down the walls I built so high for so long.
Tearing down brick, after brick; leaving them to the mercy of my bathroom floor.
I will remove every undergarment that hides who I really am.
I will do this because I need to.
I will undress myself, to prove that I indeed do not need a man to do it.
I’ll turn off the lights and sit in the dark.
I will think.
I will speak my mind, even if no one is going to listen, and not just to hear the sound of my own voice.
I will show you my morals. From the roots that sit in the dark, wet and in abundance; to the flower that blooms from the tippy top of the stem. Where believe it or not, it is the most lonely.
I will NOT, force you to believe them.
I will not engrave my flowers into the back side of your eyelids and leave gardens that you do not understand.
I will tell you, that you are beautiful.
And if you hear those words dance off my tongue, glide through the air to greet your eardrums, do not tell me otherwise.
If it goes in one of your ears and out the other, filtered away to nothing by social standards, so be it. That doesn’t make it any less true.
But my voice doesn’t drown yours.
Do not take my opinion so deep into your heart that you can’t tell it apart from your own.
I will not drag you into the depths of my mind, that no one has ever seen, nor may ever want to see.
I will be your backbone, as long as mine doesn’t end impaled.
I will throw caution to the wind, and run barefoot through meadows of those thoughts I blossomed. Unprotected.
Please do not pluck my flowers,
for then they die.
I know my place, I will stumble upon my purpose.
I will still find myself pressing the placebo button, knowing.
But I will wait for change, because I can.
Because that is who I am.
June 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 128-135
Key Verse – Psalm 129:4 The LORD is righteous...
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY RIGHTEOUS LIFE PRESERVER
Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver
While I walk by Your ways
Thank You for helping me enjoy the labour of my hands through the days
And making me fruitful with Your eternal pays---
I honour You for Your peace that wraps me with no delays.
Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver
While I prevail by Your mercy
Thank You for letting me plow upon Your service with consistency
And allowing me to grow in Your sovereignty’s fervency---
I praise You for Your contentment that fills me with Your persistency.
Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver
While I cry for Your answer to my supplication
Thank You for forgiving me of my iniquity and transgression
And watching for me with Your compassion---
I exalt You for Your joy accompanying my redemption.
Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver
While I bow to Your dominion with my humility
Thank You for quieting me to behave in Your hope’s surety
And inviting me to come into Your tabernacle’s worship-beauty---
I trust You for Your sanctification that gives me purity.
Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver
While I arise by Your strengthening
Thank You for clothing me with Your righteousness-refining
And upholding me upon Your truth’s reigning---
I depend on You for Your covenant which protects me from sinning.
Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver
While I desire Your constant guidance
Thank You for satisfying me with Your provisions’ abundance
And bestowing on me opportunities for service-attendance---
I seek You for Your favour as I exercise pride-avoidance.
Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver
While I dwell in Your goodness
Thank You for empowering me along Your steadfastness
And moving me to abide in Your sanctuary’s blessedness---
I cleave to You for Your assurance of triumphant holiness.
June 18, 2023
February fourth nineteen ninety nine...
Signified birth of our second bundle of joy
whereby linkedin chromosomes betwixt
the missus and I intimately expressed ourselves
and me would alloy
courtesy meiosis the miracle
of human reproduction would deploy
distribution of genetic material.
Full term newborn occured
Suburban Mercy Hospital birthplace
(2701 Dekalb Pike, Norristown, PA 19401)
nine months after spermatozoon gave chase
to ovulating ova
(cue all around the mulberry bush...
pop goes the weasel),
the former latter did embrace,
where sonogram revealed inchoate face
courtesy yours truly burst into
singing amazing grace
adoring newborn exquisite
as finely wrought lace
a biological daughter frisson
snap, pop, and crackling within myspace
automatically, immediately, and ultimately
ingratiating special place
within mine heart of darkness.
No greater purposefulness
exists than to behold thee alive
bearing witness regarding thee
exiting thru birth canal ye did dip and dive.
Tethered to umbilical cord
analogous to astronaut
linkedin to mother ship
bobbing and weaving
once forced out the womb
thru metaphorical fjord
inconsolable offspring crying,
no matter papa implored
though nonreligious, nevertheless
ofttimes paradoxically invoking lord.
How quickly orbitz around the sun sped away
crawling and climbing in no time
atop highest ledge utmost goal without delay,
which might help explain
mine premature hairs of gray
and your dare devilish more frightening
than being hunted down courtesy janissary
(or so I imagine) above exaggeration, I may
beg poetic license and pray
ye anonymous reader enjoy
reading about our precocious Shay
(Hebrew for beautiful)
progeny, who though developmentally challenged
frequently ordinarily calm, cool and collected dada
uttering stronger epithet than oy vey.
Now, one score plus two years
astride planet earth ye attest
to mine wide eyed opened amazement
buzzfeeding, snapchatting and livingsocial
(shutterflying a pinteresting life)
more so than me at twenty two,
no matter I did detest
living under same roof as parents,
cuz yours truly felt like
most unwanted guest!
LUMINACE LIGHT SHINES SO BRIGHT;
And the so shines beautiful;;
Visage of light holy and right, so bright;
The Son shines beautiful;
O’ and the Son shines beautiful;
The Son shines beautiful;
Mercies grace shines on His face;
He rose from the grave;
He rose from the grave;
Not dead He saved humanity from death;
The Son shines beautiful;
In His space is redemptions;
In His space is greater love;
In His grace is mercy plenty;
Hallelujah;
LUMINACE LIGHT SHINES SO BRIGHT;
And the so shines beautiful;
Visage of light holy and right, so bright;
The Son shines beautiful;
O’ and the Son shines beautiful;
The Son shines beautiful;
LUMINACE LIGHT SHINES SO BRIGHT
11/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©